60th of Summer, 511 AV
The stone felt cool under his bare foot, and concentrating on the movement, he hopped forward to plant his left foot on another stone, carefully placed there. He had constructed the obstacle course yesterday to train his body and test his limits, and this was his first trial run. Tensing up the muscles in his legs, he jumped again to land on the next stone with his right foot, and leapt almost immediately after his foot had firmly planted onto the next stone, moving from rock to rock. As if the small, barely a foot in diameter rocks weren’t enough of a test, a large pool of water awaited before him, breaking his trail and the branch that arched high over the water was his only means of getting across. He had made it that way specifically to target the muscles in his legs, and help it become easier for him to dodge and roll. The value would be of course for combat, where it would become very useful, and so he jumped for the branch. His body pressed through the simple expanse of air almost gliding for a moment with his hands raised high above his head, and just as he started plummeting for the calm waters of the small pond his hands slapped against the rough bark of the tree limb and held tight, swinging his weight forward before releasing and letting his momentum carry himself to the other side of the water. His feet tumbled from underneath him as they met the wet earth, and he fell backwards into the muddy water.
A flash of water bubbled up around him as he raised his head from the water, and he stood up from the pool, and spit out the sour brown water. Sighing he decided he would have to start all over and jogged back over to the rocks at the start, wiping off his feet on the green grass, and then planting a foot on the first rock. Leaping he continued his way from rock to rock, his muscles compensating for each time they touched the smooth stones, and the branch soon loomed before him. His pulse quickened as he approached the jump, and suddenly he was in the air again, reaching for the distant tree branch that was zooming towards him. A smack off flesh sounded as he grabbed the strong limb, and shifted his weight forward to reach the shore across the way. He moved his feet more behind him midair, adjusting himself for the landing this time, and he hit the squishy ground at a run, only after a moment able to slow down, and stand still.
He had made it across the first challenge, and now two lines of sticks awaited him, numbering ten in all. They were all thick, broken branches around four or five feet in length where to serve as opponents for him and he approached the 'foes' at a run. The first enemy quickly came up on his right, and straightening out his right hand, he struck about midway down the length of wood, before turning on his heel to strike the next one with the flat of his foot, aiming the kick for its face. He didn't slow down to see the damage he had caused his foe, turning to face the next opponent, and slash at it with his forearm, striking the stick high with his right elbow. His left elbow jolted backwards to strike the opponent sneaking on his rear, and hopefully knock out his teeth. Six men still waited to taste the fury of his fists though, and there would be time later to inspect his wounds, along with theirs which would be significantly greater he hoped.
Planting his left foot solidly on the ground he kicked out hard, the right appendage snapping out to crack into the wood, before setting down his foot and rushing the target on his left. Holding up his left arm to block any attacks coming from his opponent, he arched back his right fist, and curled the fingers together, striking out in a uppercut for a devastating blow to his opponents midsection. He twirled around to meet the other man charging for him, slicing his fist sideways to crack against the man’s jaw, and toss him to the side so he could get on with his last three opponents. Again he met a foe with a barrage of elbows, his solid flesh meeting hard against the man's shoulder, hopefully dislocating it, as he brought his right knee up into the midsection of another opponent, and with his limbs tied up, met the last one with his head, snapping it forwards to crack his forehead against the man's to stun him, and finishing him off with a solid kick to his chest.
Nex panted, breathing heavy amongst the unresponsive wood, and satisfied he had past this challenge, he turned his eyes to his next challenge. A giant of a oak, that spiraled high up amongst the tangle of other trees, and he could see his goal, his back pack bearing all of his supplies hanging from its lofty branches near the top. Sighing he started off for the tree.
The stone felt cool under his bare foot, and concentrating on the movement, he hopped forward to plant his left foot on another stone, carefully placed there. He had constructed the obstacle course yesterday to train his body and test his limits, and this was his first trial run. Tensing up the muscles in his legs, he jumped again to land on the next stone with his right foot, and leapt almost immediately after his foot had firmly planted onto the next stone, moving from rock to rock. As if the small, barely a foot in diameter rocks weren’t enough of a test, a large pool of water awaited before him, breaking his trail and the branch that arched high over the water was his only means of getting across. He had made it that way specifically to target the muscles in his legs, and help it become easier for him to dodge and roll. The value would be of course for combat, where it would become very useful, and so he jumped for the branch. His body pressed through the simple expanse of air almost gliding for a moment with his hands raised high above his head, and just as he started plummeting for the calm waters of the small pond his hands slapped against the rough bark of the tree limb and held tight, swinging his weight forward before releasing and letting his momentum carry himself to the other side of the water. His feet tumbled from underneath him as they met the wet earth, and he fell backwards into the muddy water.
A flash of water bubbled up around him as he raised his head from the water, and he stood up from the pool, and spit out the sour brown water. Sighing he decided he would have to start all over and jogged back over to the rocks at the start, wiping off his feet on the green grass, and then planting a foot on the first rock. Leaping he continued his way from rock to rock, his muscles compensating for each time they touched the smooth stones, and the branch soon loomed before him. His pulse quickened as he approached the jump, and suddenly he was in the air again, reaching for the distant tree branch that was zooming towards him. A smack off flesh sounded as he grabbed the strong limb, and shifted his weight forward to reach the shore across the way. He moved his feet more behind him midair, adjusting himself for the landing this time, and he hit the squishy ground at a run, only after a moment able to slow down, and stand still.
He had made it across the first challenge, and now two lines of sticks awaited him, numbering ten in all. They were all thick, broken branches around four or five feet in length where to serve as opponents for him and he approached the 'foes' at a run. The first enemy quickly came up on his right, and straightening out his right hand, he struck about midway down the length of wood, before turning on his heel to strike the next one with the flat of his foot, aiming the kick for its face. He didn't slow down to see the damage he had caused his foe, turning to face the next opponent, and slash at it with his forearm, striking the stick high with his right elbow. His left elbow jolted backwards to strike the opponent sneaking on his rear, and hopefully knock out his teeth. Six men still waited to taste the fury of his fists though, and there would be time later to inspect his wounds, along with theirs which would be significantly greater he hoped.
Planting his left foot solidly on the ground he kicked out hard, the right appendage snapping out to crack into the wood, before setting down his foot and rushing the target on his left. Holding up his left arm to block any attacks coming from his opponent, he arched back his right fist, and curled the fingers together, striking out in a uppercut for a devastating blow to his opponents midsection. He twirled around to meet the other man charging for him, slicing his fist sideways to crack against the man’s jaw, and toss him to the side so he could get on with his last three opponents. Again he met a foe with a barrage of elbows, his solid flesh meeting hard against the man's shoulder, hopefully dislocating it, as he brought his right knee up into the midsection of another opponent, and with his limbs tied up, met the last one with his head, snapping it forwards to crack his forehead against the man's to stun him, and finishing him off with a solid kick to his chest.
Nex panted, breathing heavy amongst the unresponsive wood, and satisfied he had past this challenge, he turned his eyes to his next challenge. A giant of a oak, that spiraled high up amongst the tangle of other trees, and he could see his goal, his back pack bearing all of his supplies hanging from its lofty branches near the top. Sighing he started off for the tree.