Magnus and The Broken Blades
Fortis grinned. "I am the Dragon of the Earth, Magnus. As long as my feet touch the ground, I am unassailable and impetuous. If you live through this, even if you try and fail, I will introduce you to our temple. You will have certainly earned the right, regardless of your heart."
"But you wish for a sample kata?" His grin remained. "I see no harm in that."
He slammed his feet to the ground swiftly, like a sumo wrestler both in a hurry and possessing far more speed then they should. A tremor ripples through the ground beneath you as he moves his blade into a high stance. He steps back quickly, almost sliding along the ground with practiced grace, and then makes three small thunderous steps forward, giving the air a cut as he did so, and your senses swear the warrior's skin is becoming more resilient with each swing.
He stopped at the edges of the circle, and slide backwards once more, noting Magnus's own face. "You see more than a blade swinging, don't you? I might have overdone it."