Clang
There is a distinct disadvantage here… He thought
BANG
A very large disadvantage here…
The Eypharian squire had been locked in hard combat for a little over five chimes with a large man, also a squire, with pectorals the size of Aventis’ skull and a hammer even larger. Though Aventis could easily see a good six or seven inches over the top of the nameless human squire’s head, the Eypharian was getting his four-armed ass beaten.
For today’s practice, Aventis was being given a quiz by his knight, who was comfortably lounging off to the sides, watching the battle from a safe distance. It was Ser Utis that had placed his squire in the situation, though it was a bit kind of him to lend Aventis a suit of plate armor, which was quite difficult to move in, and a shield, which has more than once saved the plate armor from the opponent’s massive hammer.
“I would say you’re doing great, kid, but…” Utis yelled out as Aventis barely dodged another blow from the opposing squire’s war hammer. The opposing squire, who was also suited in full armor, severely outmatched Aventis in nearly every way. It was a miracle that the squire stood a chance as is, especially considering his arms, which he was not used to using. In his top left he held his shortsword, in its, opposite, the rapier. In the bottom right, the shield borrowed. It weighed him down. This had to be remedied with tact, which the Eypharian could not think of at the moment
“Thing is, you’re not doing great.”
The opponent squire took the hammer in both hands and swung it to the left, where Aventis stood. He jumped back, out of the hammer’s reach, and the first opportunity he could, attempted to step on the head of the hammer. The opponent, however, anticipated the attack. In response, he drew the hammer back, and shot it at the squire, whose only choice was to block with the shield. It wasn’t, however, quite as easy to compensate for the power. While Aventis saved his armor and his shield, his rear was in a different position, i.e. sitting position on the ground. Because it was getting kicked.
“Alright, Squire. Here’s the hard part.” The knight yelled out once more.
Aventis groaned as he struggled against gravity to get up off of the ground. He readied himself again and prematurely stepped left, knowing that the opponent, from previous swings, was right handed and therefore could not reach as far.
“Ready, ser.” Aventis yelled just loud enough to be heard, although not too enthusiastically.
There is a distinct disadvantage here… He thought
BANG
A very large disadvantage here…
The Eypharian squire had been locked in hard combat for a little over five chimes with a large man, also a squire, with pectorals the size of Aventis’ skull and a hammer even larger. Though Aventis could easily see a good six or seven inches over the top of the nameless human squire’s head, the Eypharian was getting his four-armed ass beaten.
For today’s practice, Aventis was being given a quiz by his knight, who was comfortably lounging off to the sides, watching the battle from a safe distance. It was Ser Utis that had placed his squire in the situation, though it was a bit kind of him to lend Aventis a suit of plate armor, which was quite difficult to move in, and a shield, which has more than once saved the plate armor from the opponent’s massive hammer.
“I would say you’re doing great, kid, but…” Utis yelled out as Aventis barely dodged another blow from the opposing squire’s war hammer. The opposing squire, who was also suited in full armor, severely outmatched Aventis in nearly every way. It was a miracle that the squire stood a chance as is, especially considering his arms, which he was not used to using. In his top left he held his shortsword, in its, opposite, the rapier. In the bottom right, the shield borrowed. It weighed him down. This had to be remedied with tact, which the Eypharian could not think of at the moment
“Thing is, you’re not doing great.”
The opponent squire took the hammer in both hands and swung it to the left, where Aventis stood. He jumped back, out of the hammer’s reach, and the first opportunity he could, attempted to step on the head of the hammer. The opponent, however, anticipated the attack. In response, he drew the hammer back, and shot it at the squire, whose only choice was to block with the shield. It wasn’t, however, quite as easy to compensate for the power. While Aventis saved his armor and his shield, his rear was in a different position, i.e. sitting position on the ground. Because it was getting kicked.
“Alright, Squire. Here’s the hard part.” The knight yelled out once more.
Aventis groaned as he struggled against gravity to get up off of the ground. He readied himself again and prematurely stepped left, knowing that the opponent, from previous swings, was right handed and therefore could not reach as far.
“Ready, ser.” Aventis yelled just loud enough to be heard, although not too enthusiastically.
Aventis
