Roderick gazed around the clearing, trying to spot the sight of white fur moving in among the trees, or of a black-haired lad in striped trousers heading for him. All he saw was the tall trees all around him, each wearing a coat of bronze and gold leaves. Every now and then a slight breeze came along and brushed itself against a few of the trees, shaking free some of their coats and sending stray leaves drifting down into the clearing, where they mingled together with the grass and dirt to form an earthy carpet. He drew the scents around him into his nose and enjoyed the smell; best enjoy himself while he could. He'd been here for a while, and in that time he'd decided to warm himself up a little, push ups, jumping and running had been the main part of the exercises. He'd brought his bow with him this time, and was glad he had. While he waited for Sei he drew it out and took aim at a tree across the clearing. He rested his fingers against the string and blew out all the air in his lungs, then drew in a deep breath as he slipped into his full stance and drew the string back fully to his cheek; he stared down the shaft of the arrow for a moment, then released his hold and watched it fly off faster than his eye could see, striking the trunk with a pleasing thud. He slipped another arrow and felt the thrum of the string as he fastened the arrow on. He adjusted his footing, making sure his left leg was in front, right leg behind, turned so all his right side face away from the tree, while his left faced it head on. He released all the air from his lungs again, then brought his arm up and drew the string back as he sucked in the earthy air back down into them. He felt the muscles in his shoulders working to keep the string taught - the feeling eased as he let go and watched the arrow zip through the air into the trunk; a hands span from the first, as far as he could tell from here. Roderick leaned his bow against the tree behind him and set down his quiver as well. His cloak was already lying at the base of the tree, so he was free to keep warming up. He started at a jog around the clearing, feeling his body pump more blood into his arms and legs as they began to move into action. He tried to avoid simply sprinting; he kept breathing steadily as he went, slowly getting faster and drawing in more air as time passed. After five minutes he was jogging quickly, and feeling the strain in his legs, with pain building up in his chest; another five minutes and he was running, and the pain began burning in his arms and legs, every breath searing his lungs. He slowed himself down gradually, going over to his things and taking a drink. He let his breathing calm down before dropping to his hands and pushing himself up off the ground - he could do this easily at the least. Whatever Sei might have said, no one could say the hunter had weak arms; firing a longbow took a lot of strength, and Roderick's arms were well muscled from the hours he'd spent using the weapon. He lowered his face down to the dirt, then pushed himself back up, then lowered himself down again. He did a dozen and felt the strains building up, then did another half dozen and stopped; starting his spar aching and winded wasn't a good idea. He stretched and felt his shoulders crack and his back pop, relieving some of the strain. He leaned against the tree and waited for the Kelvic to get there. |