10th Day of Fall, 523 AV
Nayato stood across from Eleuia the Strong at the center of the Proving Grounds small circular arena. He had no khopesh sickle-sword, no shield, and wore no armor. The Chaktawe was honestly confused when Captain Eleuia specifically pulled him away from the on going weapons class that Marshal Iztel was overseeing out in the main area, and ordered him to remove his armor.
"Ready yourself."
Nayato held his hands up into balled fists at the level of his chin while he was dressed in just a tattered linen shirt and a pair of old sunbleached buckskin pants. They were the same clothes he had worn for years since leaving his homelands ages ago. He tucked his chin down towards his chest and protected his chin behind his fists. He stood in a half-crouched boxers posture as he stood on with most of his weight on the balls of his feet with his heels slightly lifted off the ground. Eleuia walked around the new Dragoon Raider like a vulture.
"Hmm, a rookie boxer? Unexpected style.... a skill you picked up during your squirehood no doubt. Why did you not stay in Syliras, rookie?"
Her question made Nayato slightly cant his head to one side behind his raised fists. "Some said I was too content with being a squire forever." Nayato's eyes ran across Eleuia in search of a weakness, but unlike him she was dressed in a full set of heavy armor with a longsword sheathed at her hip. She absently rested her gauntlet covered hand on the pommel of her sword while processing Nay's answer. She circled him two more times before halting her stride directly in front of him. "And so you ran away?" She asked while looking him right in his obsidian eyes. "Running away? No, a person can only 'run away' if they believed the place they left was their home. I 'moved on' to find something better."
Eleuia's hand lashed outwards.
She timed the blow with Nayato's breathing to bash her fist against the bottom of his ribs when his lungs were full of air. Nayato almost vomited as he got the wind knocked out of him and fell to his knees to the dirt. " You flare your elbows too much. Keep your elbows tucked in to protect your ribs." All he could do was hug his abdomen while waiting for his uncontrollable coughing to end. "Get up, rookie." The Captain said while turning to retrieve a small leather shield she had leaned against the arena wall.
Nayato planted his hands on the ground as he forced himself back to his feet. He used the back of his shirts sleeve to wipe spittle away from his face before returning to his boxing stance.
Nayato made one adjustment to his stance given how ill prepared he was for Eleuia's attack. He abandoned the offensive capabilities a half-crouch offered by rolling his shoulders slightly deeper as he slightly increased the bend angle of his knees to enter into a full-crouch defensive stance. He took her word of advice and tucked in his elbows to keep his rib cage protected.
Eleuia held up the leather shield in front of her as she retook her spot in front of him. "Strike."
Nayato's lead left hand extended outward as he drove his fist against the leather of the shield. The pain of hitting a solid surface radiated through his knuckled, but Eleuia stood in her own fighting position. As Nayato's hand punched the leather shield, she rocked her bodyweight backwards onto her backfoot to dissipate a lot of the force so her Dragoon did not break his hand. She measured the power of his strike, attack range, and his skill level all from that one punch. He pulled his left arm backwards back into position to guard his chin.
"Ready yourself."
Nayato held his hands up into balled fists at the level of his chin while he was dressed in just a tattered linen shirt and a pair of old sunbleached buckskin pants. They were the same clothes he had worn for years since leaving his homelands ages ago. He tucked his chin down towards his chest and protected his chin behind his fists. He stood in a half-crouched boxers posture as he stood on with most of his weight on the balls of his feet with his heels slightly lifted off the ground. Eleuia walked around the new Dragoon Raider like a vulture.
"Hmm, a rookie boxer? Unexpected style.... a skill you picked up during your squirehood no doubt. Why did you not stay in Syliras, rookie?"
Her question made Nayato slightly cant his head to one side behind his raised fists. "Some said I was too content with being a squire forever." Nayato's eyes ran across Eleuia in search of a weakness, but unlike him she was dressed in a full set of heavy armor with a longsword sheathed at her hip. She absently rested her gauntlet covered hand on the pommel of her sword while processing Nay's answer. She circled him two more times before halting her stride directly in front of him. "And so you ran away?" She asked while looking him right in his obsidian eyes. "Running away? No, a person can only 'run away' if they believed the place they left was their home. I 'moved on' to find something better."
Eleuia's hand lashed outwards.
She timed the blow with Nayato's breathing to bash her fist against the bottom of his ribs when his lungs were full of air. Nayato almost vomited as he got the wind knocked out of him and fell to his knees to the dirt. " You flare your elbows too much. Keep your elbows tucked in to protect your ribs." All he could do was hug his abdomen while waiting for his uncontrollable coughing to end. "Get up, rookie." The Captain said while turning to retrieve a small leather shield she had leaned against the arena wall.
Nayato planted his hands on the ground as he forced himself back to his feet. He used the back of his shirts sleeve to wipe spittle away from his face before returning to his boxing stance.
Nayato made one adjustment to his stance given how ill prepared he was for Eleuia's attack. He abandoned the offensive capabilities a half-crouch offered by rolling his shoulders slightly deeper as he slightly increased the bend angle of his knees to enter into a full-crouch defensive stance. He took her word of advice and tucked in his elbows to keep his rib cage protected.
Eleuia held up the leather shield in front of her as she retook her spot in front of him. "Strike."
Nayato's lead left hand extended outward as he drove his fist against the leather of the shield. The pain of hitting a solid surface radiated through his knuckled, but Eleuia stood in her own fighting position. As Nayato's hand punched the leather shield, she rocked her bodyweight backwards onto her backfoot to dissipate a lot of the force so her Dragoon did not break his hand. She measured the power of his strike, attack range, and his skill level all from that one punch. He pulled his left arm backwards back into position to guard his chin.
WC: 639