82nd of Summer 513 AV, 14th Bell 30th Chime
Cecil Schneider, A man whose past is know clearly up to a certain point, after which certain aspects became unclear.... rumours cropping up as to what and where he was during those points of his life. The three that were most common were:
The first: he was once a squire of the order whose desire to see the world was too great, leaving the orser to become an adventurer in far off lands.
The second; He became a mercenary travelling far and wide, using his set of skills to earn himself a fair amount of profit.
The last; He became a member of one Sunberths three dominate criminal factions. Somehow leaving the life after being harshly taught and honing most of his skills amongst its anarchic population.
Whether of any or all of them were true, was something that only Cecil ,and most likely the knights, knew. Kre had his own ideas of these rumours.... but the man's life was his own, in the end it was his own choice whether to keep it secret or not. Because there was one truth that became readily apparent as Kreig watched the man give a lesson on combat; Cecil Schneider was a warrior....
Kreig was leaning against the wall as Cecil Schneider was teaching a few youths the basics of knife combat. He could see that each movement he made had a purpose behind it, each movement had him expertly spinning his knife, changing his grip. He would swing or swipe the blade with speed and precision, all the while throwing vicious punches and kicks not unlike Kreig's own.
Kreig supposed it was an inevitiblity, in combat it wasn't enough to simply rely on the weapon. No.... the weapon was only one factor, the person behind it has to be both physically and mentally able to use it effectively, they also had to be varied in skills " The man doesn't seem to be lacking in those departments" He mused aloud as a grin crept up his face.
Anyone who knew the brawler would perhaps assume Kreig was looking for a fight, and of the people here I'm the fighter's pit Cecil was definitely of the few who could perhaps offer a challenge. But in truth, shockingly so, was that Kreig wasn't actually searching for one. Amongst Cecil's repertoire of skills was that he was a fairly skilled boxer... Boxers have a good repertoire of punches....well, actually the only physical attacks Kreig knew they had were punches. Having fought against a few himself Kreig knew that there style of fighting prevented them from using such attacks like elbow and knee strikes, even a kick was not a fair tactic. All they had was their punches and wits, as such most considered its sport rather a practical combat skill...... Kreig partially agreed, but Kreig saw its uses and if he could incorperate its punches into his brawling style he knew he'd be more useful as a fighter.
After perhaps the passing of thirty chimes, Cecil had finished his lesson for the youths and promptly collected his fees from them. He immediately diverted his gaze to the brawler after making sure none of his students shortchanged him. Cecil was aware that the mam was watching him from the very begining,and the brawler made no attempt to hide it.
Beneath that bored looking exterior that Cecil wore, Kreig assumed that he may be curious as to why Kreig was watching, did he believe the brawler would challenge him? Did he have something he wanted? The order wanted?
Kreig approached the man only to have Cecil's hand raised in an open palm " Stop, I need rest before I speak to you" He said in a tone that made it sound like he was a humoreless scholar, a tone that largely contrasted with his appearance, well, other than that perpetual look of apathy he sported on his face.
"But you-"
" If its anything that has to do with fighting or learning how, I need rest. You have been polite enough to no intrude on my lesson and simply wait, you can wait longer, fifteen chimes and I will be back" Lowering his hand, Cecil moved away leaving a flabbergasted Kreig.
'Ye gads, this gent makes Razkar look sociallable' Krieg thought, he looked around this corner of the pit that Cecil made his own and he noticed the varied equipment. Wooden knives and short swords, both light and metal cored, there were weights of varying sizes, a piece of rope that's length made it suitable to be held by both hands and jumped over as it is swung over repeatedly, as long the person was light footed enough and fit enough to do just that. The piece of equipment that caught Kreig's eye the most however was the punching, the reasons obvious enough 'I like punching things'
Kreig approached the bag filled with sand as it hanged in midair by a piece rope comnect to a post. It was like seeing hanged man, a grim thought but it seemed apt enough. He examined the bag, running a hand against the thick leather ' He certainly trains a lot, that or his students' He noted as he saw the stitches and patches that decorated the bag, it was a worn and tired thing, eventually it would have to be replaced. Curiousity getting the best of him he took position before the bag, fists raised and then he pulled the right back then threw it in a straight punch. A satisfying thud sound was emitted as his fist connected with the bag, it swung back and forth lightly then came to a complete halt as he placed his hands on the bag to still it.
" You have not placed all your weight behind the blow" Came the toneless voice, Kreig wondered what he meant as he turned his head with a raised eyebrow, only to be gently pushed aside by the man. " Watch.... Kreig could only oblige, the man said he did something wrong... and Kreig was quite proud of the power behind his punches.
He watched Ceryls stance, his back crouched as his fists were raised and clenched, his face half hidded behind them as they were close to it.He pulled back his right fist "Watch" He repeated, and Kreig was rapt about it. He noted that as he pulled back his fist slowly for Kreig's benefit, that he partially rotated, then slowly he moved the fist forward and imitated a punch as he took a step forward" Watch" He was getting awfully tired of that word, but watched nonetheless as in one swift movement he pulled back his fist, rotating slightly as he then snapped forwards and unleashed am explosive punch that forced the bag to swing back, making Kreig's punch look poor in comparison.
"Well, certainly I have much" Keig allowed a grin to crawl on his face as he muttered those words "Much indeed"
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Cecil Schneider, A man whose past is know clearly up to a certain point, after which certain aspects became unclear.... rumours cropping up as to what and where he was during those points of his life. The three that were most common were:
The first: he was once a squire of the order whose desire to see the world was too great, leaving the orser to become an adventurer in far off lands.
The second; He became a mercenary travelling far and wide, using his set of skills to earn himself a fair amount of profit.
The last; He became a member of one Sunberths three dominate criminal factions. Somehow leaving the life after being harshly taught and honing most of his skills amongst its anarchic population.
Whether of any or all of them were true, was something that only Cecil ,and most likely the knights, knew. Kre had his own ideas of these rumours.... but the man's life was his own, in the end it was his own choice whether to keep it secret or not. Because there was one truth that became readily apparent as Kreig watched the man give a lesson on combat; Cecil Schneider was a warrior....
Kreig was leaning against the wall as Cecil Schneider was teaching a few youths the basics of knife combat. He could see that each movement he made had a purpose behind it, each movement had him expertly spinning his knife, changing his grip. He would swing or swipe the blade with speed and precision, all the while throwing vicious punches and kicks not unlike Kreig's own.
Kreig supposed it was an inevitiblity, in combat it wasn't enough to simply rely on the weapon. No.... the weapon was only one factor, the person behind it has to be both physically and mentally able to use it effectively, they also had to be varied in skills " The man doesn't seem to be lacking in those departments" He mused aloud as a grin crept up his face.
Anyone who knew the brawler would perhaps assume Kreig was looking for a fight, and of the people here I'm the fighter's pit Cecil was definitely of the few who could perhaps offer a challenge. But in truth, shockingly so, was that Kreig wasn't actually searching for one. Amongst Cecil's repertoire of skills was that he was a fairly skilled boxer... Boxers have a good repertoire of punches....well, actually the only physical attacks Kreig knew they had were punches. Having fought against a few himself Kreig knew that there style of fighting prevented them from using such attacks like elbow and knee strikes, even a kick was not a fair tactic. All they had was their punches and wits, as such most considered its sport rather a practical combat skill...... Kreig partially agreed, but Kreig saw its uses and if he could incorperate its punches into his brawling style he knew he'd be more useful as a fighter.
After perhaps the passing of thirty chimes, Cecil had finished his lesson for the youths and promptly collected his fees from them. He immediately diverted his gaze to the brawler after making sure none of his students shortchanged him. Cecil was aware that the mam was watching him from the very begining,and the brawler made no attempt to hide it.
Beneath that bored looking exterior that Cecil wore, Kreig assumed that he may be curious as to why Kreig was watching, did he believe the brawler would challenge him? Did he have something he wanted? The order wanted?
Kreig approached the man only to have Cecil's hand raised in an open palm " Stop, I need rest before I speak to you" He said in a tone that made it sound like he was a humoreless scholar, a tone that largely contrasted with his appearance, well, other than that perpetual look of apathy he sported on his face.
"But you-"
" If its anything that has to do with fighting or learning how, I need rest. You have been polite enough to no intrude on my lesson and simply wait, you can wait longer, fifteen chimes and I will be back" Lowering his hand, Cecil moved away leaving a flabbergasted Kreig.
'Ye gads, this gent makes Razkar look sociallable' Krieg thought, he looked around this corner of the pit that Cecil made his own and he noticed the varied equipment. Wooden knives and short swords, both light and metal cored, there were weights of varying sizes, a piece of rope that's length made it suitable to be held by both hands and jumped over as it is swung over repeatedly, as long the person was light footed enough and fit enough to do just that. The piece of equipment that caught Kreig's eye the most however was the punching, the reasons obvious enough 'I like punching things'
Kreig approached the bag filled with sand as it hanged in midair by a piece rope comnect to a post. It was like seeing hanged man, a grim thought but it seemed apt enough. He examined the bag, running a hand against the thick leather ' He certainly trains a lot, that or his students' He noted as he saw the stitches and patches that decorated the bag, it was a worn and tired thing, eventually it would have to be replaced. Curiousity getting the best of him he took position before the bag, fists raised and then he pulled the right back then threw it in a straight punch. A satisfying thud sound was emitted as his fist connected with the bag, it swung back and forth lightly then came to a complete halt as he placed his hands on the bag to still it.
" You have not placed all your weight behind the blow" Came the toneless voice, Kreig wondered what he meant as he turned his head with a raised eyebrow, only to be gently pushed aside by the man. " Watch.... Kreig could only oblige, the man said he did something wrong... and Kreig was quite proud of the power behind his punches.
He watched Ceryls stance, his back crouched as his fists were raised and clenched, his face half hidded behind them as they were close to it.He pulled back his right fist "Watch" He repeated, and Kreig was rapt about it. He noted that as he pulled back his fist slowly for Kreig's benefit, that he partially rotated, then slowly he moved the fist forward and imitated a punch as he took a step forward" Watch" He was getting awfully tired of that word, but watched nonetheless as in one swift movement he pulled back his fist, rotating slightly as he then snapped forwards and unleashed am explosive punch that forced the bag to swing back, making Kreig's punch look poor in comparison.
"Well, certainly I have much" Keig allowed a grin to crawl on his face as he muttered those words "Much indeed"
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Good job.
