Lilam's fist smashed into the chest of his sparring partner, cracking a rib and completely knocking the wind out of him. To his acolyte opponent's credit, he brought his training saber down on the pureblood's head, only for him to nimbly dodge to the side and crack his own saber over the back of the acolyte's head, sending him crashing to the floor. He hadnt hit hard enough to kill him, although he would be suffering from the mother of all headaches for the next faw days. Or so.

There was a sharp intake of breath. Several dozen other acolytes stood in a circle around the pureblood and his opponent, their eyes transfixed on the broken acolyte on the ground. Lilam spun his saber around, before dropping it to the ground in boredom.

"Anyone else want to try their luck?"

No one answered.

"Typical." He said, poking the prone body of his opponent with his boot. "Someone get me a new sparring partner. Maybe someone who isnt a useless acolyte. I promise that i will try not to break the new one." Saying that, he sat down, while the acolytes around him began to leave. The ones that didnt leave, he gave a piercing stare to, to hurry them along.

[i]"Ugh...i cant stand being cooped up in his hole for any longer..."[/i] he thought, taking his head in his hands. If he didnt get a decent fight soon, he was going to scream...