Spring 39-513AV-Midday
"Ser... Can you explain why the hell this thing is so heavy again?!" Kise roared out as he barely managed to hold the shield in his grasp, it a blunt blue metal shield, knicks and scratches everywhere. It strapped around his left wrist and a bit before his elbow, definitely made for someone of a bulkier caliber and overall just wrong. Kise held it up with ease at first, but he was no match against the villainous time, slowly deteriorating his will and sapping away his motivation. Ser Corben had called him to the grounds early, and they were due to do the training they had been missing, well K had been missing. Somehow Kise always seemed to pay for K's mistakes, why was that, he didn't know. But what he did know was that he was gonna give it his all, he was gonna train nonstop with Ser Corben. He was gonna train harder than ever, and start respecting who and what he was more, a knight. He was a knight in a squires body... All he had to do was become stronger. Get some answers... And become stronger.
"Don't you know anything?" Ser Corben said with a sigh, moving a giant stone mace in his hand with ease on every word, the inevitable cool smile on his face. "Kise, if you don't pay attention to what I teach you... Then what is the point? Let's go over this one more time. Squires wear the bulky, tough armor and hold bulky shields for practice. When they become a knight everything is swapped for more light and agile equipment, if you can't tackle this then you have no business trying to join the order, because we have been doing it that way forever and it works fine."
"No Ser, I'm sorry... I guess that I just... Ok! No excuses! Please forgive me Ser, I am ready to battle!" Kise said in apology, understanding why he wore loaned stalky armor and held a shield five sizes to big in weight. "So what exactly are we doing today? Because from my perspective... All I have is a shield and you have a mace. See where I'm going with this? It's a stone mace... Not even a practice one, that's actual stone!" He added in an almost whining voice, causing his patron to interfere.
"Knights don't cry Kise... Do you know how many beatings and ass whoopens I went through to gain the rank I have today? If your patron does not teach you pain... Then your patron has failed you. Because whether they do it, or an enemy on the battlefield, you will learn it I promise." Ser Corben interjected coolly, realizing he avoided the question. "To answer your question further my boy, today you will be learning about shields, and even better their importance on the battlefield. You will be taught using the most oldest style in the books, and my personal favorite, by pain. You guessed it, failure equals pain, so every slip up counts. As you have noticed you are fully coated in armor, so you are protected, the only flesh exposed is your face. Now, onto what you will be learning exactly, a brighter subject if I may add."
"You will be learning what exactly a shield is, you will learn how to hold it it, how to use it. You will learn how to block almost any shot, you will learn how to parry, but best of all... You will learn how to use it as a weapon."
Kise face was a bit dead, tackling on all the points his patron addressed, it was going to be a lot of work. Yes he was a physical fighter, and yes he did love close range but how could a shield help him. He began to ponder for a bit, daring to think about how exactly to use the weapon held in his hands, was it even a weapon at that? He would've kept thinking to himself but his patron spoke out once more, snapping him out of mental balance and bliss, and showing him the harsh reality of the situation.
"Anyways, all that's fine and dandy, but you know me Kise. I prefer to teach and lead by example, so prepare yourself." Ser Corben injected into the air, easily wielding the mace in his right hand. "Let's go!" He yelled as he charged his little squire, the speed was natural, as he swung down hard in a momentum driven arc. He knew what he was doing, for this was how he was taught.
Kise shivered a bit, and his legs wobbled till they finally buckled when he saw the man running at him, that wasn't his patron anymore... It was a madman. Ser Corben came in with the speed you would expect of a knight, especially a knight in no protection, he was literally running like the wind. The swing he used was a wide on, possibly an easily countered one for someone of experience but not Kise, it looked like it was going to end his life. Out of fear, his raised his shield, closing both eyes instantly. The shield only covered his torso, but he felt like it would cover all of him, although he was sure it wouldn't.
Blam!
The smack of the weapons colliding was crazy, for Ser Corben and all the other viewers, it was a simple metal on stone sound. But for Kise the experience was golden, as the blast made him arm jiggle and wriggle, the shield heavily reverberated. It sent shocks through his body, and in the end cause him to bounce back. His shield arm dropping, he spun clockwise on his right foot, the momentum was forcing his hand. As a boxer, one knew that if you didn't go with the momentum, you were asking for a gravitational injury. Kise kept spinning until he was back facing his patron, one full revolution, Ser Corben was already running at him with that cool smile.
The swing was a wide one aimed at the face, and tapping into his boxer mentality, Kise easily bobbed his head back. Ser Corben used the momentum of his first missed swing, crouching and spinning counter clockwise, launching out another swipe this time aimed near his gut. It all had happened so fast, Kise couldn't react to incredibly amount of finesse put upon that move, Boom! The mace quickly slammed into Kise, grinding a bit as it scratched and peeled it's gravitational force off. Kise instantly fell back, his strong armor absorbing the blow but vibrating vigorously to show and constantly remind him of his mistake. He laid on the floor for a while, since for a moment he was a human bell, hands at his sides as if he was dead.
"You got to at least try to hit me Kise, and just to make sure that I know your trying... Here's the deal. If you do not strike me once today, then you will not leave these grounds. You will train over night, and I will see you in the next day. Sound fair?" Ser Corben ended chuckling. "All is fair in love and war my boy, and this isn't love, so with that being said. This fight isn't over!" He yelled out and jumped up, hovering above Kise, aiming to be coming down with the mace on the right side of his face.
This was how his master taught him...
Kise's eyes light up when he saw his master above him, the ferociousness in his eyes signified that this wasn't just training. Scared and frightened to death, Kise rolled to his left side, a novice roll that caused him to spin on the axis of his feet. Quickly he got up, and turned to his patron, what he saw causes his heart to stop for a bit. A huge stone mace flying at his face, time seemed to slow down a bit as his brain was on overload trying to compute what was going on, in the background was his teacher with an extended empty hand and north was a cool smile. Ser Corben really had thrown the mace at him! Directly at his head! Time went back to normal as Kise instinctively ducked, his heart chasing and racing, pumping gallons of blood per minute. He's gonna kill me! He's really gonna kill me!
Kise didn't even have time to whine before his patron had been running at him again, empty handed and leaning forward, what was he going to do? Tackle him?! Kise timidly stepped back, and was prepare to hold his newfound ground until he noticed some movement, Ser Corben's right hand reached back and pulled out a new stone mace. A new mace! When the hell did he get a new one?! Charging up to Kise, he made a simple hop followed by a baseball slide, this forced Kise to jump. Kise thought he did good by dodging, but he had fell right into his opponents trap.
"Gotcha!" Ser Corben yelled and grunted smoothly, popping up with the mace in his left hand, shocking Kise that he managed to switch hands that fast. He swung the mace in a curve, hailing northwest aimed for Kise's body, possibly a vicious shoulder shot.
In mid-air, it all happened so fast, it happened like a blur. How fast Ser Corben got up, how fast that mace was flying back at him, Ser Corben had speed. Obviously he had a good teacher... But so did Kise. Both of his hands coming up, he used his right hand to slide the shield up, holding it by the edge. It was a good feeling, the speed rush and momentum, it all blended perfectly. It felt like he was doing good till it landed, the mace smacked the shield hard but not as hard as last time, because something had absorbed it.
Kise fell down to earth, his body seemed fine except for the excruciating aching in his fingertips, it was on all fingertips except the thumb. He quickly dropped his vibrating shield and began to shake his hand, trying to shake out the pain, it was ineffective. "Petch! Son of a-" His patron quickly stepped in.
Ser Corben had felt a bit of compassion for the lad, after all they did have a teacher and student bond, the only thing that made them different was ranks. He was just about to step in and ask if Kise was ok, but he remembered how his master had taught him, and he knew what to do. "Fight through the pain my boy!" He yelled out in his gruffly knight voice, charging at Kise once more.
"Yes Ser!" Kise yelled back, the aching pain trying it's hardest to grab his attention as he looked forward. Ser Corben instantly appeared in front of him, a mid range left to right swipe at his stomach once more. Easily dodged from recent experience, Kise jumped back, Ser Corben dashed forward with a new attack. An overhead two handed slamming arc, that would probably knock Kise unconscious. He raised his arms as high as he could, his arms braced and ready, he held his shield up as high and firm as possible. Slam! Kise had successfully blocked the shot, absorbed all the energy and stood his ground with his legs firm.
Ser Corben's arm bounced back, the blast affecting his body, he knew that Kise didn't do it on purpose but he had successfully parried the move. "Well done but..." Quiet words were spoken, Ser Corben used the momentum of the top of his body flying back to thrust a heavy right kick at Kise's exposed body. Kicking him firmly in the armor, he sent the boy flying
"Whoa whoa whoa!" Kise stumbled and mumbled, unable to catch his balance or get a grip. He almost had it, it was almost in reach and then... Thud. He tripped on something and fell on his back, seeing his patron take the opening and jump up once more, he was beginning to see why Ser Corben was a knight. As of last time he rolled to his left, hearing a thud behind him, he quickly rose up. Except this time he had something, upon getting up he grabbed what knocked him down. Smiling at his patron with the same mace in his right hand, he wanted to see what was possible now, how this would turn out. "Ser..." He said softly.
I see Kisetukai, I'm happy you decided to think with your head. This is the fun part...
You ready?
"Ser... Can you explain why the hell this thing is so heavy again?!" Kise roared out as he barely managed to hold the shield in his grasp, it a blunt blue metal shield, knicks and scratches everywhere. It strapped around his left wrist and a bit before his elbow, definitely made for someone of a bulkier caliber and overall just wrong. Kise held it up with ease at first, but he was no match against the villainous time, slowly deteriorating his will and sapping away his motivation. Ser Corben had called him to the grounds early, and they were due to do the training they had been missing, well K had been missing. Somehow Kise always seemed to pay for K's mistakes, why was that, he didn't know. But what he did know was that he was gonna give it his all, he was gonna train nonstop with Ser Corben. He was gonna train harder than ever, and start respecting who and what he was more, a knight. He was a knight in a squires body... All he had to do was become stronger. Get some answers... And become stronger.
"Don't you know anything?" Ser Corben said with a sigh, moving a giant stone mace in his hand with ease on every word, the inevitable cool smile on his face. "Kise, if you don't pay attention to what I teach you... Then what is the point? Let's go over this one more time. Squires wear the bulky, tough armor and hold bulky shields for practice. When they become a knight everything is swapped for more light and agile equipment, if you can't tackle this then you have no business trying to join the order, because we have been doing it that way forever and it works fine."
"No Ser, I'm sorry... I guess that I just... Ok! No excuses! Please forgive me Ser, I am ready to battle!" Kise said in apology, understanding why he wore loaned stalky armor and held a shield five sizes to big in weight. "So what exactly are we doing today? Because from my perspective... All I have is a shield and you have a mace. See where I'm going with this? It's a stone mace... Not even a practice one, that's actual stone!" He added in an almost whining voice, causing his patron to interfere.
"Knights don't cry Kise... Do you know how many beatings and ass whoopens I went through to gain the rank I have today? If your patron does not teach you pain... Then your patron has failed you. Because whether they do it, or an enemy on the battlefield, you will learn it I promise." Ser Corben interjected coolly, realizing he avoided the question. "To answer your question further my boy, today you will be learning about shields, and even better their importance on the battlefield. You will be taught using the most oldest style in the books, and my personal favorite, by pain. You guessed it, failure equals pain, so every slip up counts. As you have noticed you are fully coated in armor, so you are protected, the only flesh exposed is your face. Now, onto what you will be learning exactly, a brighter subject if I may add."
"You will be learning what exactly a shield is, you will learn how to hold it it, how to use it. You will learn how to block almost any shot, you will learn how to parry, but best of all... You will learn how to use it as a weapon."
Kise face was a bit dead, tackling on all the points his patron addressed, it was going to be a lot of work. Yes he was a physical fighter, and yes he did love close range but how could a shield help him. He began to ponder for a bit, daring to think about how exactly to use the weapon held in his hands, was it even a weapon at that? He would've kept thinking to himself but his patron spoke out once more, snapping him out of mental balance and bliss, and showing him the harsh reality of the situation.
"Anyways, all that's fine and dandy, but you know me Kise. I prefer to teach and lead by example, so prepare yourself." Ser Corben injected into the air, easily wielding the mace in his right hand. "Let's go!" He yelled as he charged his little squire, the speed was natural, as he swung down hard in a momentum driven arc. He knew what he was doing, for this was how he was taught.
Kise shivered a bit, and his legs wobbled till they finally buckled when he saw the man running at him, that wasn't his patron anymore... It was a madman. Ser Corben came in with the speed you would expect of a knight, especially a knight in no protection, he was literally running like the wind. The swing he used was a wide on, possibly an easily countered one for someone of experience but not Kise, it looked like it was going to end his life. Out of fear, his raised his shield, closing both eyes instantly. The shield only covered his torso, but he felt like it would cover all of him, although he was sure it wouldn't.
Blam!
The smack of the weapons colliding was crazy, for Ser Corben and all the other viewers, it was a simple metal on stone sound. But for Kise the experience was golden, as the blast made him arm jiggle and wriggle, the shield heavily reverberated. It sent shocks through his body, and in the end cause him to bounce back. His shield arm dropping, he spun clockwise on his right foot, the momentum was forcing his hand. As a boxer, one knew that if you didn't go with the momentum, you were asking for a gravitational injury. Kise kept spinning until he was back facing his patron, one full revolution, Ser Corben was already running at him with that cool smile.
The swing was a wide one aimed at the face, and tapping into his boxer mentality, Kise easily bobbed his head back. Ser Corben used the momentum of his first missed swing, crouching and spinning counter clockwise, launching out another swipe this time aimed near his gut. It all had happened so fast, Kise couldn't react to incredibly amount of finesse put upon that move, Boom! The mace quickly slammed into Kise, grinding a bit as it scratched and peeled it's gravitational force off. Kise instantly fell back, his strong armor absorbing the blow but vibrating vigorously to show and constantly remind him of his mistake. He laid on the floor for a while, since for a moment he was a human bell, hands at his sides as if he was dead.
"You got to at least try to hit me Kise, and just to make sure that I know your trying... Here's the deal. If you do not strike me once today, then you will not leave these grounds. You will train over night, and I will see you in the next day. Sound fair?" Ser Corben ended chuckling. "All is fair in love and war my boy, and this isn't love, so with that being said. This fight isn't over!" He yelled out and jumped up, hovering above Kise, aiming to be coming down with the mace on the right side of his face.
This was how his master taught him...
Kise's eyes light up when he saw his master above him, the ferociousness in his eyes signified that this wasn't just training. Scared and frightened to death, Kise rolled to his left side, a novice roll that caused him to spin on the axis of his feet. Quickly he got up, and turned to his patron, what he saw causes his heart to stop for a bit. A huge stone mace flying at his face, time seemed to slow down a bit as his brain was on overload trying to compute what was going on, in the background was his teacher with an extended empty hand and north was a cool smile. Ser Corben really had thrown the mace at him! Directly at his head! Time went back to normal as Kise instinctively ducked, his heart chasing and racing, pumping gallons of blood per minute. He's gonna kill me! He's really gonna kill me!
Kise didn't even have time to whine before his patron had been running at him again, empty handed and leaning forward, what was he going to do? Tackle him?! Kise timidly stepped back, and was prepare to hold his newfound ground until he noticed some movement, Ser Corben's right hand reached back and pulled out a new stone mace. A new mace! When the hell did he get a new one?! Charging up to Kise, he made a simple hop followed by a baseball slide, this forced Kise to jump. Kise thought he did good by dodging, but he had fell right into his opponents trap.
"Gotcha!" Ser Corben yelled and grunted smoothly, popping up with the mace in his left hand, shocking Kise that he managed to switch hands that fast. He swung the mace in a curve, hailing northwest aimed for Kise's body, possibly a vicious shoulder shot.
In mid-air, it all happened so fast, it happened like a blur. How fast Ser Corben got up, how fast that mace was flying back at him, Ser Corben had speed. Obviously he had a good teacher... But so did Kise. Both of his hands coming up, he used his right hand to slide the shield up, holding it by the edge. It was a good feeling, the speed rush and momentum, it all blended perfectly. It felt like he was doing good till it landed, the mace smacked the shield hard but not as hard as last time, because something had absorbed it.
Kise fell down to earth, his body seemed fine except for the excruciating aching in his fingertips, it was on all fingertips except the thumb. He quickly dropped his vibrating shield and began to shake his hand, trying to shake out the pain, it was ineffective. "Petch! Son of a-" His patron quickly stepped in.
Ser Corben had felt a bit of compassion for the lad, after all they did have a teacher and student bond, the only thing that made them different was ranks. He was just about to step in and ask if Kise was ok, but he remembered how his master had taught him, and he knew what to do. "Fight through the pain my boy!" He yelled out in his gruffly knight voice, charging at Kise once more.
"Yes Ser!" Kise yelled back, the aching pain trying it's hardest to grab his attention as he looked forward. Ser Corben instantly appeared in front of him, a mid range left to right swipe at his stomach once more. Easily dodged from recent experience, Kise jumped back, Ser Corben dashed forward with a new attack. An overhead two handed slamming arc, that would probably knock Kise unconscious. He raised his arms as high as he could, his arms braced and ready, he held his shield up as high and firm as possible. Slam! Kise had successfully blocked the shot, absorbed all the energy and stood his ground with his legs firm.
Ser Corben's arm bounced back, the blast affecting his body, he knew that Kise didn't do it on purpose but he had successfully parried the move. "Well done but..." Quiet words were spoken, Ser Corben used the momentum of the top of his body flying back to thrust a heavy right kick at Kise's exposed body. Kicking him firmly in the armor, he sent the boy flying
"Whoa whoa whoa!" Kise stumbled and mumbled, unable to catch his balance or get a grip. He almost had it, it was almost in reach and then... Thud. He tripped on something and fell on his back, seeing his patron take the opening and jump up once more, he was beginning to see why Ser Corben was a knight. As of last time he rolled to his left, hearing a thud behind him, he quickly rose up. Except this time he had something, upon getting up he grabbed what knocked him down. Smiling at his patron with the same mace in his right hand, he wanted to see what was possible now, how this would turn out. "Ser..." He said softly.
I see Kisetukai, I'm happy you decided to think with your head. This is the fun part...
You ready?
