Standing before Caileth was a young boy, looking no older than perhaps seven or eight years of age. Dressed in a rich tunic of black and gray, with a thin pale face, burning red eyes, and a mop of black hair streaked with red, he was not the visage of the titanic man he would come to be.
Those eyes, glowing even in the torchlight, looked almost fearful. Marakai had never held a sword, let alone used one, before this day. But he was sworn to one day be a warrior, to perhaps fulfill a grand purpose in the future.
That didn't change his hesitation, though. The sword the human before him scared him, the man's flourished skill scared him, this whole ordeal was overly frightening for the young prince.
"To be completely honest....I'm more worried about you hurting me, Caileth. You know I haven't done this before...."
He held the steel short sword with a white-knuckled grip, and put himself in an awkward defensive pose. His elder brother had tried before to goad him into a fight, even tried showing him how to use a blade, but Marakai had never taken him seriously.
Besides...he was strange.
"...But I'll try!"
The coming charge was untrained, clumsy even, as he rushed forward to attack Caileth, all the strength of a teenaged Prince of the Aerie behind a horizontal slash.
(Hey, it's cool. Just remember my ineptness at rping children XD)