Behind Enemy Lines (Day Three)

[Akirapryde]

She took her blades and slide them back in to their sheaf, "spoken like a true Corer" she said softly. "its a nickname those of us in the Outer Rime give those from the Core Worlds." She played with the water some more, "Its pronounced, Bak....lid.....Not Bak loid...." she looked up with a smile on her face, "Baklid...."

She shifted her attention back to the water, "and for us, it wasn't dueling." She didn't want to remember, but she couldn't help herself. Her childhood back on Bilrylbak. "For us, it was a dance. Sure we played, but this dance was taught to us by the sages. For generations, it has been passed down from mothers to daughters. Its called, Not One Cut."