23rd Of Spring 513 AV
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K rode on his favorite horse, training a multitude of skills at once. The horse was named speed, a young mischievous horse full of energy just how he like them. The horse itself reminded him of himself, but the only thing was it was dependent upon him for fun... When not rode by him it look depressed. And that was just torture for the poor horse, he was too fast to be stuck up in these old stables. Today K chose to sport his basic wear, simple plate armor with all the newbie fixings. In his left hand he held a wooden shield, in his right he held a wooden longsword. Of course he borrowed these, and would've preferred a simple scythe but this is all they had. Holding his arms up, he had to show his limited skill, as he was being watched by his master.
Ser Corben, leaning up against a stable, he had been casting a judging eye since he sat on the horse. Walking up to the horse, who was trotting at a simple speed for K's sake, he raised a wooden stick to simulate an attacker. K fumbled with his shield before barely blocking, if it wasn't for the strap handles he would've been dropped it. "Sorry Ser! It just feels so weird!" K said trying to apologize, swing the longsword horribly at his master. It seemed like he was swatting flies, yanking the sword in every direction. He attacked and hacked, occasionally raising his shield to block an attack to the face. It was actually pretty amazing to see how much pain could be avoided when someone uses a shield. Maybe it wasn't half bad... But this longsword. This longsword...
Ser Corben then took a bow, slowly shooting fake arrows with soft tips. K managed to block the first but definitely not the next, or the next after that... He only seemed to have blocked the first. The others landing flush, clanking on his heavy armor. Ser Corben just kept shooting. "Kise, you have to block or something laddy... You died about five times already." Ser Corben said bluntly, shooting more arrows. Immediately, K tapped his horse with his right foot, making a few sharps sounds so it would gallop. "Perfect!" Ser Corben shouted out. "Now come and land an attack on me." K turned his horse, in his glance he caught a small group of people watching. Naturally his competitive nature came out, oozing with pride, he raised his weapons into jousting position. He was blocking arrows! He was doing it. But an inch away from Ser Corben, speed came to a halt, forcing him to fly. His body flipped frontwards, slamming the ground loud and hearing a ton of chuckles.
He seemed to rattle in his armor a bit, until finally peeking open his eyes to see a smiling patron standing over him. "Ser... You know... I was Uh... I messed up huh?" K said nervously as he slowly got to his feet. "I really hates it when he does that. I say go fast! And then he just stops... It just drives me insane..." K finished with a chuckle, picking up his shield and sword. "So should I get back at it?"
"What do you think?" Ser Corben said with a small smile
"Ser... Your gonna pay for my funeral."
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K rode on his favorite horse, training a multitude of skills at once. The horse was named speed, a young mischievous horse full of energy just how he like them. The horse itself reminded him of himself, but the only thing was it was dependent upon him for fun... When not rode by him it look depressed. And that was just torture for the poor horse, he was too fast to be stuck up in these old stables. Today K chose to sport his basic wear, simple plate armor with all the newbie fixings. In his left hand he held a wooden shield, in his right he held a wooden longsword. Of course he borrowed these, and would've preferred a simple scythe but this is all they had. Holding his arms up, he had to show his limited skill, as he was being watched by his master.
Ser Corben, leaning up against a stable, he had been casting a judging eye since he sat on the horse. Walking up to the horse, who was trotting at a simple speed for K's sake, he raised a wooden stick to simulate an attacker. K fumbled with his shield before barely blocking, if it wasn't for the strap handles he would've been dropped it. "Sorry Ser! It just feels so weird!" K said trying to apologize, swing the longsword horribly at his master. It seemed like he was swatting flies, yanking the sword in every direction. He attacked and hacked, occasionally raising his shield to block an attack to the face. It was actually pretty amazing to see how much pain could be avoided when someone uses a shield. Maybe it wasn't half bad... But this longsword. This longsword...
Ser Corben then took a bow, slowly shooting fake arrows with soft tips. K managed to block the first but definitely not the next, or the next after that... He only seemed to have blocked the first. The others landing flush, clanking on his heavy armor. Ser Corben just kept shooting. "Kise, you have to block or something laddy... You died about five times already." Ser Corben said bluntly, shooting more arrows. Immediately, K tapped his horse with his right foot, making a few sharps sounds so it would gallop. "Perfect!" Ser Corben shouted out. "Now come and land an attack on me." K turned his horse, in his glance he caught a small group of people watching. Naturally his competitive nature came out, oozing with pride, he raised his weapons into jousting position. He was blocking arrows! He was doing it. But an inch away from Ser Corben, speed came to a halt, forcing him to fly. His body flipped frontwards, slamming the ground loud and hearing a ton of chuckles.
He seemed to rattle in his armor a bit, until finally peeking open his eyes to see a smiling patron standing over him. "Ser... You know... I was Uh... I messed up huh?" K said nervously as he slowly got to his feet. "I really hates it when he does that. I say go fast! And then he just stops... It just drives me insane..." K finished with a chuckle, picking up his shield and sword. "So should I get back at it?"
"What do you think?" Ser Corben said with a small smile
"Ser... Your gonna pay for my funeral."
