24th of Summer, 514.
There were a few rare days when the all-too-familiar body of Fist couldn't be seen in the Fighters Pit, giving advice to the few people and Pycon alike that shared the combat arena. And yet, this was one of those days. After all, he supposed that they all needed a way to survive, no matter what. The squirrel almost felt a little disappointed, because he'd hoped to be able to get in some extra time with his Py-Pole. The flexible stick, with a metal tip, was still glued to the Pycons back via a groove in his clay that squished and formed around it like what crude replacement for a weapon harness it could. Its tip bobbed almost comically over his head as he wandered - or rather, lumbered - into the grounds, immediately met with the harsh glare of the prevailing owner of the grounds. He wouldn't say a word, though. He'd been quite annoyed those past few days when the squirrel had come and given money to the Pycon that stood at the edges of the pits, rather than the owner, in order to receive training lessons and tips. But in the end, what could he offer in the ways of combat for a squirrel barely a few inches off the ground and barely within reach of his shields and swords?
It didn't matter. Gerard could be forgotten by now, as the squirrel needed to find a new partner for the evening. Not many could be seen through the thin haze of the afternoon, that bathed most of the arena in an ambient dark-red glow. It matched the dust that hung constantly over the place - and it gave the squirrel a blood-red colour that must have been more intimidating than it was letting on, because the few people that were training by themselves or against many of the dummies that stood in lines around the edges of the arena immediately shyed away from the poor squirrel. He felt a little lonely, for a moment. But he had to push it aside, in the end - he'd have to work by himself if nobody would consent to being the squirrels own punching bag.
He took a spot about the middle of the grounds while he begun his stretches and general preparation. Most of it wasn't that structured because his patron knew absolutely nothing about the mysteries of the Py-Pole, but he'd managed to conjure up some few moves from what he could gather. The pole was left dangling over the squirrels head while the tip bounced about just a little. The metal tip was facing forwards, ready to slam into the ground when needed - and the squirrel could immediately launch himself up into the air from the very same position. Though, soon enough, his two-handed grasp shifted as the Py-Pole was brought down to his side and closer to his hip. Here, the spear-like body was pointed upwards diagonally. Much farther than any human would have to make it, but being a squirrel, the tip was actually aimed right for where a normal humans torso would be. A more defensive stance given that he couldn't move away easily in the position, but still viable. The metal tip wasn't enough to cause serious damage but it could certainly give a mean poke to anyone with little or no armour on them - and a good prod to the right area could cause some serious damage.
Not to mention the fact that the pose could be used to knock enemy weapons this way and that way, if he managed to react fast enough.[/color]
There were a few rare days when the all-too-familiar body of Fist couldn't be seen in the Fighters Pit, giving advice to the few people and Pycon alike that shared the combat arena. And yet, this was one of those days. After all, he supposed that they all needed a way to survive, no matter what. The squirrel almost felt a little disappointed, because he'd hoped to be able to get in some extra time with his Py-Pole. The flexible stick, with a metal tip, was still glued to the Pycons back via a groove in his clay that squished and formed around it like what crude replacement for a weapon harness it could. Its tip bobbed almost comically over his head as he wandered - or rather, lumbered - into the grounds, immediately met with the harsh glare of the prevailing owner of the grounds. He wouldn't say a word, though. He'd been quite annoyed those past few days when the squirrel had come and given money to the Pycon that stood at the edges of the pits, rather than the owner, in order to receive training lessons and tips. But in the end, what could he offer in the ways of combat for a squirrel barely a few inches off the ground and barely within reach of his shields and swords?
It didn't matter. Gerard could be forgotten by now, as the squirrel needed to find a new partner for the evening. Not many could be seen through the thin haze of the afternoon, that bathed most of the arena in an ambient dark-red glow. It matched the dust that hung constantly over the place - and it gave the squirrel a blood-red colour that must have been more intimidating than it was letting on, because the few people that were training by themselves or against many of the dummies that stood in lines around the edges of the arena immediately shyed away from the poor squirrel. He felt a little lonely, for a moment. But he had to push it aside, in the end - he'd have to work by himself if nobody would consent to being the squirrels own punching bag.
He took a spot about the middle of the grounds while he begun his stretches and general preparation. Most of it wasn't that structured because his patron knew absolutely nothing about the mysteries of the Py-Pole, but he'd managed to conjure up some few moves from what he could gather. The pole was left dangling over the squirrels head while the tip bounced about just a little. The metal tip was facing forwards, ready to slam into the ground when needed - and the squirrel could immediately launch himself up into the air from the very same position. Though, soon enough, his two-handed grasp shifted as the Py-Pole was brought down to his side and closer to his hip. Here, the spear-like body was pointed upwards diagonally. Much farther than any human would have to make it, but being a squirrel, the tip was actually aimed right for where a normal humans torso would be. A more defensive stance given that he couldn't move away easily in the position, but still viable. The metal tip wasn't enough to cause serious damage but it could certainly give a mean poke to anyone with little or no armour on them - and a good prod to the right area could cause some serious damage.
Not to mention the fact that the pose could be used to knock enemy weapons this way and that way, if he managed to react fast enough.[/color]
I suppose there is next time then. 
