The sharp metallic sound of steel on steel reverberated from the clashing of the two blades. Borderlander steel meeting borderlander steel in a constant shifting dance of death. Neither combatant showed any sign of pulling any strikes, they held nothing back. Any onlookers would think it was a duel to the death but the two combatants knew. This was training, enemies never gave a second chance and neither would they.

Jonathan arced his blade quickly, she was always faster then he was. He had a few advantages though, his blade was longer and so were his arms, the advantage of reach was on his side. Their previous fights had proved that he was also the better in strength but with the training they pushed each other too she was catching up fast. Where Sahel trained in strength he was being taught to improve his quickness. They had both improved drastically in weeks they worked and it was showing in their daily sparing matches. They started when the sun touched horizon and always seemed to last long past when the sun had vanished completely.

Sahel, easily parried the blade and returned a thrust of her own with a wry smile, their usual teasing banter was absent from his fight. They were both concentrating on each others moves, no longer able to keep a conversation during the bout but instead focusing solely on the flowing moves of the dance with death. Jon could not help but recall the first night they had actually bonded and began to train with each other. It was a lesson in that day. The first time he had met her had been while she was in the brown sitter's company. He sneered a bit as his thoughts drifted enough for the blade to get a little too close before being pushed away. Ralyse, now there was a woman he did not understand. The first night he had talked with her she had threatened his life, not that it truly mattered to him. The Siswai had long sense been accustomed to such treatment and found that until they brandished a knife, it was just words being spoken. With a quick step he flicked his wrist, for a thrust into her stomach that was merely for a distraction to test see if her guard has improved or not. Jon would have never guessed that he would find such a passionate spirit in this woman, by the first impressions he had met. Now the two almost always trained together like they were old friends, constantly pushing each other to work harder and reach higher.

The match continued neither one giving or gaining ground. It had dropped into a stalemate Jonathan thought, giving the woman a wink as sword met sword, fist met air, and legs found the target well guarded. He could not help but offer a chuckle as he fought. How did he end up here, it has been an adventure in itself for him to be guided here by the wind that seemed to blow him in the right direction.

Jonathan reflected on how the wind would constantly lead him here, he had seen the shining walls no less then three times in his life time. It was the third time that caused him to give up the road for the time being. He had been a traveler for three years and no matter which way he turned he had found one of the sisters of the tower. They were either saving his life, talking with him about herbs, or guiding a new adopted sister to the tower. The Saldaean stubbornness had kicked in and refused to admit this is where he needed to be. It had taken the work of a novice, an Aes Sedai, and the Mistress of Arms to get the man to sign the book. He had a hard time just giving into what everyone else seemed to see almost instinctively. The road was something he had chosen time and time again, feeling claustrophobic spending too much time within the walls. Jericho Sedai, she had been the reason why he had chosen to stay. There was something about that woman that he could not place. After the first few nights he had felt he needed to protect her, from what he could not say but it was almost ingrained in him. That was when his choice was made, when she wore the feather in her hair like the woman in hisÉ.his train of thought was abruptly taken from him as his leg was taken out from him and he fell backwards distracted.

Sahel smiled wryly down at him "I hope that thought was worth your life, because that is what it's going to cost." Jonathan could not help but grin up at her, "Well you could say that but you didn't look that good in the dress..." As he spoke he swept his leg and into her own to make her loose her footing. Sahel, not expecting the attack fell down and the two began the scuffling on the ground for an advantage. Eventually the two stopped as it has been proven many times that Jonathan was far better at grappling then Sahel was.

"And I hope you pausing to gloat about your victory was worth loosing your own," The took a moment to grin at each other from their positions, not even caring who might be watching before Jon stood up and helped his partner up. "Now that was a good match, I think we both learned our lessons on that oneÉ"

"So what were you thinking about really that caused you to be so distracted, I bet you tonight's drinks that I know what it is." Sahel could not contain her wry smile, all ready knowing what could take Jon's thoughts from his sparing.

"No, I won't be making that bet. You know me all too well all ready, I was just thinking about all the events that lead me to here. To sign the book and begin my training in the White Tower. If I had my own way I would all ready be on that road again, traveling south to find the sea, and gaze upon it the first time." Jon spoke as he dusted himself off and went about putting his cloak back on over his shoulders. "I don't regret it though in the slightest, I have learned and discovered more things then I ever would have without the training."

He mused to himself as they both starting walking to the Inn to share their ritual after training drinks. "Besides if I wasn't here what would you be doing with yourself, constant solo training like we both started?" The wind started to blow towards the two Siswai billowing out their cloaks which caused Jon just to smile. "Oh and perhaps there is a bit about just accepting how things are supposed to be, you know the saying the Aes Sedai uses... Something about the Wheel weaving in the pattern of triangles of sorts..." The two chuckled about the long debate he had with a certain white and continued to the inn.