Youth and Skill, Age and Deception

The evening had started off reasonably well, Eto had arrived after Octavian, deciding it was better to enter this particular group of vampires territory with him, than face the possible conflicts from waltzing in alone. The young fledgling wished to know how to fight, really fight with his weapons of choice, which Eto had mastered almost a century ago. He'd let Octavian decide on the rules of engagement, and how they were to proceed. With the rules set, Eto began the process of gauging the young fledglings skill.

Octavian was straightforward, first testing Eto's defences, then proceeding to outright combat. His maneuvers and attacks were direct to the point and had little to no flexibility. It was like he'd memorized every move in the book, quite well in fact, he mixed and matched strikes and slashes, changed his attack orders and tempo. But there was only those specific move sets, no creativity or change in how the movements are executed. He could read Octavian's movements like a book and acted as such, lazily parrying and dodging the fledglings furious strikes. Landing what would have been killing blow on Octavian when the openings presented themselves.

It was rather sudden, Octavian seemed to lose all focus, and Eto disarmed him swiftly, dropping Octavian's scimitars to the floor. The question he'd been asked wasn't one that hasn't been asked before, and the look on his face told him that he had in fact seen more of the Assamite than Eto normally volunteered. He merely shrugged his delicate shoulders. "Ask your beloved, I don't really know myself. She knows more about Clans and things of that nature than I do. I'm just a sideshow vampire." He answered his fledgling opponent simply. He couldn't really give him much else, Amy had his file, if she chose to share it with him, so be it, but he wasn't volunteering anymore information than he had too.