Morning 1 Fall 520
It was early in the season, and early in the day, as Moritz made his way once more to Kyra's for a training session. He still had so much to learn, so much to be taught, but felt that each time he was hardened that much more. Like a rock, roughly having its tip scraped and shaped and formed into a mighty point, and shaped into the head of a spear. He felt he had the potential, even if he was not there yet, and could feel each lesson chipping away at the mass of stone to reveal more of the spear head beneath.
His body grew stronger, faster, his reflexes better, and his mind learned more of what to do and when. Of course he still spent most of each lesson getting knocked about, but he felt like each time he got knocked about a bit less. Not much, but a bit, which was enough to give him a feeling of gradual improvement.
This day she had asked him to bring his pack, for something after the lesson, though she had not said what. As it was he was in no rush to find out, knowing his instructor would tell him in time. And first he needed to make it through another lesson.
Once more following the same route, Moritz knocked on Kyra's door and then entered. As always he eyed the training room, considering if one day he would have his own place and such facilities to further train and hone his body. Or perhaps even others.
Kyra was sitting inside, eyes closed, but Moritz knew better than to think that meant he could sneak up on her. She was a skilled warrior, and not easy to deceive or to get around by stealth. In fact Moritz did not think he had managed to land a single blow on her when she did not allow it or plan it, and he could number on one hand the times he had managed to block a blow or stop from being hit when she was truly trying to do so. Sometimes she let him do so as part of the lesson, but he could tell enough from watching her fight when she was holding back and when she was serious.
"Moritz, I see your here. Why don't you do some stretches, then we can get started with some unarmed drills."
Nodding, a bit silly since Kyra had her eyes closed, Moritz went to get ready. He took off his shoes, preferring to fight barefooted. He also set aside the pack she had asked him to bring, not that it mad much in it. Lastly was some padded cloth armor, which helped to soften blows when she invariably struck him in the line of training.
As usual Moritz began with some stretches, working to loosen his body before they started any real stuff. First were the arms, moving one behind his head and using the other limb to stretch and try it. He could feel this in his joints, aching a bit, but not truly hurting. If it did that he knew something was wrong, and he might be overdoing it. Enough to cause a bit of pain, or muscles and parts flexing beyond their normal range, but not so much that something tore or broke.
Next was toe touches, bending at the waist and leaning down to try and touch each foots toes in turn, but without bending his knees. He rarely managed to touch his feet here, and if he did it was never more than a glancing touch as his back and legs protested. And his knees, as they weight shifted from side to side.
Lastly was some leg stretches, sitting on the ground and bending each leg in turn such that his knee pointed outward and his foot was sticking out across his other leg. He worked here, pulling the leg up closer to his torso, bending and feeling the muscles ache, before switching to the other side. And back, and forth, and back again till he had loosened both sides well enough. By then his breathing had picked up a bit, rising to his feet to face Kyra. Not hard breathing, but heavier than when he had come in. It quickly settled down as he focused on his breathing.
With a motion of her hand, though still facing the other way and he assumed with her eyes closed, Kyra got Moritz attention.
"Alright, come at me."
Moritz nodded, feeling silly since she was not looking, and then got into a ready stance. Legs apart, crouched slightly. Arms forward. He did his best to keep quiet, hoping to sneak up on her, and then at once launched himself forward. Then there was no sound but the pad of his feet on the ground and his breath entering and exiting his body.
Semi-silently, Moritz cahrged, growing closer. Ten feet, five, four, two... As he moved to her and was about to make a strike, a fist thrown at the back of her head, Kyra suddenly moved. All at once she popped and dove, which Moritz mind seemed to find conflicting. Her head bent to the side to dodge the blow, while she popped up into a crouched position. Then a hand reached up and grabbed Moritz wrist, and tugged. This made him lose his balance and when she shifted again he smashed into her and was sent flying up and over to land in a heap in front of her.
The next thing he knew he was lying on his back, one of Kyra's feet on his neck.
"Well, I'm warmed up, are you ready to begin?"
WC: 952