31st of Winter, 390 AV
It had been a few weeks after Lydan's Rite of Trial, he could remember the smell of ash and smoke from the dark morning by then. He rolled over in bed for several moments, before a knock came at the door. Surprised, Lydan bolted up and rolled out of bed, pressing his palm over the handle before pulling it open. It was early in the morning, and the first personality was deep full of dread over the second's actions just a few weeks ago, he had little desire to sleep. As he opened the door he spotted the face of his father, and a rather slim Akalak figure beside him. Sported in dark clothing, a hood was perched over his face.
"Training starts today."
Minutes passed whilst and after Lydan got dressed, the hooded figure specified, "Nothing more than some sandals and some dark clothing." As he left the apartment and gathered outside, bringing his newly-crafted wooden Lakan with him, he gazed towards the figure expectantly, noting his father's absence. The figure nodded, "I am Mal'than, I will teach you in the profession you've sought after." Frowning and gritting his teeth slightly, Lydan nodded. As they made their way down a dark alley, Mal'than turned around now and eyed Lydan. "One of the most important things you should learn about stealth, be ready to exit out of it pretty quickly, I'll show you one way to do that, put your Lakan away for now." Lydan obeyed, and sheathed the weapon.
He watched as Mal'than spoke, "There are lots of weak spots in the human body, and in the fight, unarmed or not, you can exploit these." He continued, "Fighting isn't about any sense of honor, creed, or those other delusions. Discipline is important, but only because it keeps your head screwed on." He nodded, sighing. "Now there are many weak spots on the human body, but on a male, assuming that's what you're fighting, there are at least four that can be the most painful." He licked his lips, going on. "As you may know, the first and foremost is the groin, a knee to that will cripple a man for at least a minute or so. And it isn't exactly painless for women either, but I think you're going to regret it if your hands or feet come close to that area of a woman's body without her say-so." Lydan smirked, letting him go on, "Now the next," He paused, "Is the solar plexus, directly under the bones of a man's chest and into the top of the flesh on his stomach." He gestured for the particular spot, nodding. "Hopefully he won't be wearing any tough armor, a knee, punch, stab or anything painful to this area will cause -ANYONE- to stop breathing for at least seven or so seconds, if you hit them hard enough." He bit his lips slightly, "There is also the neck, and funny bone, for the neck your best bet is to punch it as hard as you can if you're going for non-lethal, or just stab it. Now the funny bone, hitting that hard enough will leave a man unable to move his arm comfortably for a week or so .. or more."
"Now kid, I don't want you to kick me in the groin or disable my funny bone, so we're just going to have training elsewhere." He said before they set off to the Tuvya Sasaran, the sun was already risen somewhat. And they entered to be greeted by the sounds of flesh pounding flesh, and generaly practice. It was not long before Lydan found a training partner, the two bowing before charging at once another, Lydan's foot quickly scrambled for the boy's crotch before being grabbed by the youth's hand and thrown back. He scrambled to defend himself as the boy charged over, sending a fist into his solar plexus, the boy's eyes widening as he gasped and collapsed over. Another trainee was sent in, someone slightly older than Lydan this time as he charged over, Lydan remained in place and then landed a knee in his crotch. The man clenched his teeth with rage as he grabbed Lydan's neck, his own fist landed on the man's in return and caused him to release. And then the same knee pounding him in the solar plexus.
The next fight, with someone of more experience, Lydan was grabbed by the neck and thrown onto the ground, a knock out. He awoke a few minutes later, outside the Sasaran, "Well, you did good until that last beating kid, head back home and I'll show you the art of tip-toeing later."
It had been a few weeks after Lydan's Rite of Trial, he could remember the smell of ash and smoke from the dark morning by then. He rolled over in bed for several moments, before a knock came at the door. Surprised, Lydan bolted up and rolled out of bed, pressing his palm over the handle before pulling it open. It was early in the morning, and the first personality was deep full of dread over the second's actions just a few weeks ago, he had little desire to sleep. As he opened the door he spotted the face of his father, and a rather slim Akalak figure beside him. Sported in dark clothing, a hood was perched over his face.
"Training starts today."
Minutes passed whilst and after Lydan got dressed, the hooded figure specified, "Nothing more than some sandals and some dark clothing." As he left the apartment and gathered outside, bringing his newly-crafted wooden Lakan with him, he gazed towards the figure expectantly, noting his father's absence. The figure nodded, "I am Mal'than, I will teach you in the profession you've sought after." Frowning and gritting his teeth slightly, Lydan nodded. As they made their way down a dark alley, Mal'than turned around now and eyed Lydan. "One of the most important things you should learn about stealth, be ready to exit out of it pretty quickly, I'll show you one way to do that, put your Lakan away for now." Lydan obeyed, and sheathed the weapon.
He watched as Mal'than spoke, "There are lots of weak spots in the human body, and in the fight, unarmed or not, you can exploit these." He continued, "Fighting isn't about any sense of honor, creed, or those other delusions. Discipline is important, but only because it keeps your head screwed on." He nodded, sighing. "Now there are many weak spots on the human body, but on a male, assuming that's what you're fighting, there are at least four that can be the most painful." He licked his lips, going on. "As you may know, the first and foremost is the groin, a knee to that will cripple a man for at least a minute or so. And it isn't exactly painless for women either, but I think you're going to regret it if your hands or feet come close to that area of a woman's body without her say-so." Lydan smirked, letting him go on, "Now the next," He paused, "Is the solar plexus, directly under the bones of a man's chest and into the top of the flesh on his stomach." He gestured for the particular spot, nodding. "Hopefully he won't be wearing any tough armor, a knee, punch, stab or anything painful to this area will cause -ANYONE- to stop breathing for at least seven or so seconds, if you hit them hard enough." He bit his lips slightly, "There is also the neck, and funny bone, for the neck your best bet is to punch it as hard as you can if you're going for non-lethal, or just stab it. Now the funny bone, hitting that hard enough will leave a man unable to move his arm comfortably for a week or so .. or more."
"Now kid, I don't want you to kick me in the groin or disable my funny bone, so we're just going to have training elsewhere." He said before they set off to the Tuvya Sasaran, the sun was already risen somewhat. And they entered to be greeted by the sounds of flesh pounding flesh, and generaly practice. It was not long before Lydan found a training partner, the two bowing before charging at once another, Lydan's foot quickly scrambled for the boy's crotch before being grabbed by the youth's hand and thrown back. He scrambled to defend himself as the boy charged over, sending a fist into his solar plexus, the boy's eyes widening as he gasped and collapsed over. Another trainee was sent in, someone slightly older than Lydan this time as he charged over, Lydan remained in place and then landed a knee in his crotch. The man clenched his teeth with rage as he grabbed Lydan's neck, his own fist landed on the man's in return and caused him to release. And then the same knee pounding him in the solar plexus.
The next fight, with someone of more experience, Lydan was grabbed by the neck and thrown onto the ground, a knock out. He awoke a few minutes later, outside the Sasaran, "Well, you did good until that last beating kid, head back home and I'll show you the art of tip-toeing later."