37th of Fall
Antinous Training Grounds
13th Bell
Antinous Training Grounds
13th Bell
The weight of the world felt as though it had been lifted from his shoulders, but a heavier burden had fallen upon his soul. He had said his part to Hadyn, an almost apology for the fool he’d been; now he had to figure out just how he was going to follow through with the words he’d promised. When troubled times fell upon Orion, he found refuge in the same spot: the training grounds. Scarce were the days when the squire sought sanctuary in the bottom of a glass or comfort in the bed of a stranger.
No, his respite was in blood and sweat, the ringing of steel. In those moments he could lose himself completely in the fury of battle, even if the battle was only in his mind.
The broadsword still felt strange in his hands, but it had become his goal to figure out the new blade. The balance of the weapon was different than the long sword he was used to, and despite the many bells he’d spent practicing with it, even a fundamental understanding had escaped him. Although it was similar in some ways to the weapon he was used to, the differences made it a struggle to wield properly.
The dull training sword spun in his hands as Orion nervously wagged the blade back and forth before him. The entire grounds were full up with squires and their patrons honing their skills, but Dinah had left him to his own desires, as long as it was training. It seemed like every time that she did that, something happened to single him out. All he could do was hope that it wasn’t something doomed to repeat eternally.
Before the squire sat a wooden training dummy, nicked and cut up by season after season of beatings at the hands of zealous and ambitious squires. Today would be another day of suffering for the innocent dummy, this time at the hands of Orion Michaels.
Taking up an open stance, Orion stood at the ready. With a shield in one hand and his sword in the other, he prepared to face off against the imaginary foe that stood before him. The former doctor spread his feet shoulder width apart, leaning down somewhat to position himself best to strike. With a couple of short, choppy steps, Orion closed the short distance between him and the target, starting his assault with a wild backhand swing with the heavy kite shield. The metal barrier collided with the wooden frame, driving it back across the ground. Recoiling back, Orion bent at his knees, raising the broadsword over his head and brought it crashing down on top of the wooden dummy. The dull broadsword bounced off the top shoulder area of the training frame, his arm flailing wildly as he attempted to regain control of his momentum. He couldn’t figure out what he was doing wrong every single time. He couldn’t chain attacks together, and it seemed like it should have been so simple. There was something wrong with his stance, something wrong with the way he was holding it. Something. Anything. But it all eluded him.
”What am I doing wrong!?”
Frustrations boiling over, Orion’s voice rang out as he stood alone before his ‘foe’. So much for keeping a low profile. He glanced around, blue eyes scanning around for anyone paying him any mind. He was embarrassed enough without making a spectacle of himself.