Flashback Flare's training

[Flare Baneson]

Winter 509 1 AV Flare was only 19 when he reached the base of the mountain. It was winter time and snow was fresh on the ground capping the mountain. Flare's uncle had two wooden swords in his right hand and a buckler in the other. His uncle was a tall brute of a man who's muscles and beard thickened from farming all throughout the day. Since his father passed three years ago during a duel with a nuit his brother who was only a year younger than him was chosen by the family to train Flare in the art of swordplay, reimancy, and all around skills based on being a well rounded warrior. "Listen kid I'm about as happy to be here as you are," the old man spoke as he flung the swords back and forth. "Personally this sword felt as unnatural in my hand as a cat feels the water, but I picked it up pretty quick so I'm sure I'll be able to teach you pretty well. While I've been less of a swordsman than you I weigh about 200 pounds more than you and my reimancy sure as hell is better than yours." He tossed the buckler at Flare who was thrown back by the force of the throw and he was knocked on his ass. "THINK FAST!" Flare hid behind the buckler not as a reaction to one of the wooden swords which by now has slammed down broadside smacking the shield. The sword kept flying at Flare who by now had been raised to his feet and was parrying the blows perfectly matching the mans swing. The man wasn't lying he was very good. He noticed similar swordplay used by syliras knights and he wondered if that was who he trained with. A long sweeping slash came towards Flare which he ducked and returned with an uppercut using the full force of his feet jumping into the air and driving the buckler into the mans massive jaw. He back stepped a couple times trying to catch his feet and he fell on his ass, Flare quickly pounced on the opportunity and kicked the sword out of the mans hand. "alright you got that one little fucker," the man barked as he got to his feet and placed the sword into the hilt of his belt. You're training for this bad piece of death machine by the way." the man returned to the shack and exited with Tidus, the family sword. "alright now this ones gonna be a little bit tougher, i want you to hold a ball of res the size of my fist in place right here; the man held out his fist and a ball of solid res formulated in place right next to the mans fist perfectly to shape, it then burst into a bal; of fire the old man sized up the ball "considering your dueling capabilities im gonna ask you to make it a tad bit bigger. The ball grew an extra half in length, "Alright now hold it there." Flare's Uncle came screaming at him with Tidus in his hhand. flare sidestepped the first swipe and ducked the second one finally blocked a stab with the buckler. Flare pushed with the buckler negating the force of the stab and sending shockwaves down flare's arm, forcing him to lose concentration and the ball of res exploded and the fireball dimmed. "one more time kid." His uncle resquared his feet and started swinging again. This time the swords movement changed a tad bit, flare had to move his feet just right to dodge each well placed swing, and he was even using the buckler a couple times to block the sword from smacking him in the face. Flare's uncle winded up Tidus and swung it full force at flares direction, Flare sidestepped this and stepped around to the back end of the old man, he kicked him in the butt and his uncle fell flat on his face in the snow. "the goal is to disarm me, not piss me off royally." Flare could see now that the man was panting and could even see a bead of sweat crawl down his face. "one more time kid then i have a new challenge for you. the man continued another fury of attacks that flare had to dodge and parry with his buckler. The old mans grip was firm around the sword and Flare knew he'd have to out-dance him for some time if he hoped to loosen the grip of the sword, so every chance he could get he swung the buckler at the old man's hands, pinching his fingers. He noticed the right hand had begun drawing blood, so as he sidestepped a downward slash with the right sword he used the full force of his swing to disarm the man's sword. Flare's uncle screamed in a roar of anger, The man then slammed his fist into the jaw of Flare following with an uppercut into the gut of Flare, "You fail today!" The old man whimpered as he sucked the blood out of his hand, "lessons over, now go home and take your weak fighting style with you. I want you to practice with that thing every day until you return here next week, and tell your mother i want you to double up on your chores. Flare slung the buckler back over his right shoulder and continued his treck back down the mountain.[/color]

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[Perplexity]

INTERVENTION

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Perplexity