[Fighter's Pit] Moon Struck

[Kreig Messer]

Spring 27th, 514 AV 10th Bell 49th Chime

The Fighter's Pit, it felt like it had been ages since he last visited. Ages like he had done the thing that he so loved the most, that thing being beating things up with his fists of course. He loved the feel of his knuckles connecting with the other guys face, he loved how the other guy looked after his fist had connected with his face. But....this day was not a day for him to brawl with some random individual....no, instead he was here to fulfill a promise and Kreig was a man of his word.

He stood against a wall of the Training grounds, watching everyone train to their fullest or simply lay about and talk albeit inconsequential things. He was shirtless, the black shirt being tossed aside along with his gauntlets and boots. He tilted his neck from side to side, popping sounds emitting from the joints as he did so.

He waited patiently for his student to show up, he knew he came earlier than he should have but he couldn't help but wish to be punctual when it came to meeting up with people, it was simply the polite thing to do he thought. He was looking forward for this training session really, though admittedly he was nervous about it 'What I'm I going to teach her?' He might as well have her demonstrate what she could do raw, this way he would know how much of an affinity she has to the discipline then plan things out as they go.


' Just hope I don't mess things up'
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[Tsukiko]

Her muscles warmed and loosened as she jogged towards the Anthonius Pit. The weight of her crescent blade rested against her spine, pressing into the dark fabric of her tunic. She had decided to strap the sword to her back rather than her usual left hip, so that she could run with ease. To her dismay, she had woken up later than she would of liked, having intended to stretch properly before she met with her instructor. Instead, she a bolted up, splashed her face with cool water, yanked on her clothing as quickly as possible, slipped her hair into a quick pony tail, and sprinted out the door.

The sailor had been thrilled when he had set the date for their lesson, and she was both eager and apprehensive as she made her way to Winthrop Alley. She was eager to learn, but was worried that she would embarrass herself with her lack of skill. Tsu could already see herself falling flat on her face or better yet, accidentally hitting some place she really shouldn't... 'Ah... what's the use in worrying..' she thought blandly to herself. Whatever would happen, would happen, and it wouldn't help any if she psyched herself out first.

Coming up to the pit, she rested one hand on the wall before dropping down, bending her knees to absorb the impact as she landed on the balls of her feet. Straightening, she looked around before spotting the shirtless figure against the opposite wall. She had to admit- he cut an impressive figure. Tsukiko began to make her way over to him, skirting around those that trained and keeping to the wall until she reached the squire. "I hope I am not too late," she said, her breathing just a hair heavy, and flashed a smile.

[Kreig Messer]

Kreig was still waiting for her as he leaned against the wall, just watching and watching the same things all over again. Until he heard a sound that made him turn his head "Ah, Tsu! Good to see you" He flashed a nervous smile as he pushed himself off the wall and took a good look at her, she looked as stunning as always in Kreig's mind. She was out of breath, but because of her misconception of her being late, it was easy for Kreig to deduce that she had ran here. He simply shook his head and said "You're not late Tsu..... or are you just on time? I don't really know" Kreig didn't really keep the time, when the sun was high then it was high and if it set then it set. Things like that he didn't really pay much attention to, he just came early and that was that.

"Um, how are you?" He asked as he scratched the back of his, suddenly unsure of what to do now. They were supposed to train right? He didn't really have any tools with him though....still, he had one training method he had done and he could try it now "Before we beging, Tsu. Um... well you need to take a breather first of course" He thought scratching the back of his head again, closing his eyes and tapping the ground with his foot.

"After that we could begin a simple evaluation" It was the only way to put it really, he would gain nothing from sparring against perhaps a complete novice and to tell her it was a test meant the pressure of possibly failing. For him to say evaluation was the most accurate term as he could see just how much he had to work with, again trying to find the best way to teach her.

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[Tsukiko]

"I'm alright," she said with an exhaled breath, already attempting to control the air that entered and exited her lungs. She inhaled slowly, drawing the breath for as long as she could. At first, it was surprisingly difficult- her heart beat rapidly, sending a throbbing rhythm through her skull, demanding for air. She counted the seconds it took to suck in the air until she reached ten, all the while exhaling in a similar manner, this time releasing the air as slowly as possible.

It wasn't as if she hadn't expected something along the lines of an evaluation, as he had put it, but the idea still sent a sense of unease through her stomach. 'This is what you get for not keeping up your routine,' she thought alongside a mental sigh. Though she had learned some things on board the decks of Svefran casinors, her downfall came to the lack of practice and diligence she put towards combat, tending to sharpen her tongue instead. The Eth could only hope that the squire didn't enjoy bashing the green ones. Not that he struck her as the type.

"Ah, alright... shall we get to it?" she asked, setting her sword against the wall of the pit. She began running through what little she could recall, of really, what insufficient information she even knew. At least having enough knowledge of her own body, she decided against taking a stance, as she would likely tense up, and instead loosened her muscles, rose slightly on the balls of her feet, with bent knees, and tried to keep calm. 'I hope I don't completely make a fool of myself,' she thought wryly. Though, it would come as no surprise if she did.

"Ready."