Day 20, Spring of 503 AV 10 Chimes after the 11th Bell The Academy Eridanus remained in the courtyard after his unarmed combat instructor left, apparently satisfied with the amount of data he could derive from observations made during his assessment. He stretched his body, ready for his next assessment. This time he was more confident, for his ability with the deadly weapon have kept him alive for many years, and the fact that he was alive and well even now was the very evidence of his skill. Still, he felt that he needed to improve if he were to stand a better chance of surviving the many magical and bizarre dangers of the new world, and what better place there was then this martial city? A middle-aged man strolled whistling into the courtyard, a sack slung on his shoulder and he jovially greeted the Vantha. Well that's strange. Judging from the rumors he heard about Oliver Camlach's skill, he expected the instructor to be a pretty strict and protocol-minded person, probably worse than the human who assessed his martial arts ability just now. The heart-warming grin he received immediately changed his perception, and unlike earlier it was not in an ungrudging manner that he paid his respects to the instructor with a slightly bow. "Master Camlach, I have heard much about you. Pleased to meet you", he formally greeted the teacher. "Heard? I suppose you'd expected something pretty different, eh?", Camlach laughed. "I usually tell my students not to let others know of my teaching method, but they decided to kick it up a notch and well... you know how rumours always turn out", he winked. Eridanus laughed nervously, for he was not sure how he was supposed to react, but replied, "I'll be sure to do the same, Master Camlach. Won't want to damage your well-earned reputation, wouldn't we?" "Right-o, boy-o", Oliver snapped his fingers, then dropped the sack on the floor in a corner of the courtyard, revealing a bunch of wooden sticks. "These are practice swords, wouldn't want us cutting each other into ribbons. It's pretty hard to learn when you're dead", the instructor cracked a joke. Eridanus nodded and went forward, opening the sack to expose many wooden swords tied neatly together in a bunch that gave the impression of sticks or reeeaaaaalllyyyy thick hay. He undid the knot and took out a practice sword most similar to his own in length and he weighted it carefully, noting with appreciation how the weight of the real thing was somehow simulated pretty well. It might be possibly due to the extra dense metal core, in which it would make a pretty bad bruise if it landed hard. He made a mental note not to be a hero and sustain any hits. Not that he could help it if he did anyway. Oliver Camlach raised an eyebrow and prompted, "Only one? Your application right here says that you use two. Now now, it can't be that you're looking down on me just because I'm so friendly?" Embarrassed, the Vantha tried to clear the misunderstanding, but the instructor continued, "Don't be worried. I do not train in a particular style, or am so rigid that I force you to do it my way. What I do is teach my students to excel in what they're comfortable at." Eridanus tried not to look too flustered as he reached into the pack, finding a practice sword that weighed like his cold-iron blade. His two swords were weighted differently, for cold-iron and steel were completely different materials, and so he picked his wooden weapons appropriately to simulate the actual thing as much as possible. "When you're done choosing hand me my practice sword. It has my initials - O.C. - edged into the hilt." Eri found the weapon, took it and handed it over. The instructor motioned for them to move to the center of the courtyard where they had more space for manoeuvring, and he assumed a stance, motioning for the Vantha to follow. "Now, I seem friendly because teaching is my passion, and nothing makes me happier than to see my students reach greater heights. But because of this I do warn you that I am perfectly serious during training, and you'd realize that some of the things you heard about may be true after all." Great, like that would be comforting at all. Oliver probably caught the worried expression that appeared on the student's face, for he continued, "All I request is for you to put your heart and soul into my lessons and to focus on whatever that I'm teaching. If you do that there is nothing to worry. Now let me see what you've got." Eridanus murmured an assent and he gripped both blades, assuming his usual stance of placing his two blades in a similar way to his hands when fighting unarmed, except much wider apart and in a larger angle in order to maximize the long swords' reach to cover as much of his body as possible - for unlike a punch, contact with an errant blade is bound to cause some serious injuries or even possible loss of limbs. |