[i]Zach nodded, readying his straight sword. He didn't wait for Haknir's 'ready', rather simply rushed forward, his toes pounding into the ground of the courtyard as he accelerated to his max speed of twenty three miles an hour, showing the speed and agility of a man who had been training vigorously all their life; tying bags of sand to his legs, running straight sprints again and again in mountain climate, regardless rain or snow. He was soon right in front of Haknir, aiming a diagonal slash from his upper right to his lower left, across Haknir's chest.[/i]