Completed Man Or Mouse?

[Jantys Vane]

8th Day of Summer, 513 AV Jantys circled the squire, trying to keep a firm grip on his blade. The other squire did the same exact thing, both trying to watch their footing and each other simultaneously. Neither were good swordsmen; he had seen them fight, and he knew of course that he wasn't very good. Which makes this kind of an even matchup, I guess. He curses inwardly and focuses again, just in time to notice the square slip up his footing slightly. With a yell, Jantys was on him. He swings his sword in a wild arc, the blade waving heavily through the air. The other squire yelps, raising his shield to block the strike. Then he responds with a horizontal slice. Jantys backs up, keeping his shield raised and blocking the blow. He peeks out to see the squire winding up for another hit, and backs up some more, blocking that one as well. He automatically and unconciously shifts his stance; wouldn't it be better, easier to block when his feet were like this?; and glances out again. The squire was swinging once more. This time, Jantys decides to do something about it. Blocking the strike on his shield, he sort of jabs out with it, trying to knock aside the man's blade as it rested unprofessionally on the hunk of metal and wood. Then he stabs forward viciously, taking a shuffling step forward. The squire winces at the new bruise on his torso, then raises his shield. Jantys figured switching who was on offensive would just get himself hurt, and approaches more cautiously than the squire did, trying to think. He watches carefully, then crouches awkwardly, swiping a strike at his opponent's ankles. It bashes into the armor there (probably another bruise, he thinks), but fails to do any real damage; Jantys' angle prevented him from getting a decent swing in. The squire was surprised, but responds with another swing, this one to Jantys' neck. Jantys thinks fast and does what was natural for him; he leaps forward and body slams the poor squire, using his superior weight and spring force to knock him flying. The blade goes skittering away, and next thing Jantys knows, he's standing over the squire with his blade pointed at the man's throat. Both men blink at each other; the fight had only lasted a couple dozen seconds, and both were still registering what had happened. Jantys acts first, putting away his sword and offering a hand to the downed squire. The man gets up, shakes hands, then walks away, retrieving his sword, leaving Jantys to ponder the fight. He had actually won. That was a new one.

[Jantys Vane]

15th of Summer, 513 AV Jantys stepped into the cool darkness of the squire's dormitories, looking around a bit to check no one was there. He was quite sure every one of them was out, either training or going about their business. Which was what he was aiming for. He sighs and places the bag with his full kit on his bed before beginning to stretch. He moved his back the most, stretching it in every direction, enjoying the crackling of his bones releasing built up stress, pushing them to breathe life in his muscles. Then he places himself on the floor, lying straight down, his his hands plastered beside him in anticipation. One pushup. It wasn't so hard for him, not as hard as it used to be, but he still wanted to stop after the first one, and even more so after the second one. His arms had gotten stronger, his body, less heavy, but he was still no less lazy. He pumps through the first dozen, but loses count after that as his breathing starts to increase. Finally, his arms shaking, he collapses on the cold stone floor. After a few moments of rest, he flips himself over, pulling off his shirt. He was definitely still overweight, but if he scrunched up his eyes a little, it seemed to him that maybe he had shrunken a little in that department. He tosses the shirt on his bed, then draws up his knees. Once again, Jantys failed to keep count, although this time he wasn't even trying; he didn't want to depress himself. Before long, he couldn't bring himself fully to his knees without some sort of assistance from his other muscles, and he flops back again, wiping away at the sweat forming on him with the back of his hand. Then he stands up with a groan, brushing off his back to make sure no dirt had stuck there. Then he pulls on his shirt, limbers up a little, and jogs out of the dormitories. It would be another hour before he returns (jogging for as much of it as he could keep up), flopping backwards on the only clear part of his bed. With a groan, he lets his muscles relax, stopping their overtime work, closing his eyes and willing the pain away. Then he got up and did it again, only faster this time.

[Radiant]

Jantys :

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+1 XP
Body Building	+1 XP
Weapon: Longsword	+1 XP
Weapon: Shield	+1 XP
Brawling	+1 XP
Acrobatics	+1 XP
Running	+1 XP

Lores

Lore Earned

Spar Between Novices

I... Won?

Loots

Notes :

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