For this fight he had decided to abandon the shortsword he had used in their previous encounter. Instead the Zeltivan had opted for a bastard sword; searching through the different weapons available to him, he'd found most were too small, others too big. There were weapons that were too heavy for him and others that were too light. At last he'd found the bastard sword; made of iron and dulled from use - but still in good shape, from what he could tell. From tip to pommel it reached up to his midriff. Light enough to hold in one hand, the grip was long enough for him to hold it with both hands, so he could put more power into his swings. Holding it in a two handed grip he gave a practice swing as he'd done before and felt the weight and power behind the blow, forcing himself to slow it down to avoid overextending himself. He doubted he could fight without a shield though, and so the hunter had gone searching again, through dented bucklers and ancient targes, until he found a kite shield he quite liked. Strapping it to his arm he moved the limb about for a while and found the weight to his liking; a tad heavier than he was used to, but nothing too awful. Watching as one of the other fighters brutally smashed his opponent to the floor with a vicious blow from his mace, the hunter slowly released the air from his lungs and closed his eyes, facing forward and steeling himself for the fight ahead. He was definitely going to need this shield in a few chimes. Taking a tentative swing with the blade, he tried to get a feel for how it cut the air; hearing it whistle slightly as he went. It took less effort with each consecutive movement of his arm, until he was swinging the weapon without too much effort. Stopping before he could hurt himself, the momentum of the weapon took a few tics more to finally stop, achieved by digging the point of it into the dirt and shifting his feet about to keep his balance. If the weight of the sword was enough to unbalance him from swinging it around, it would definitely be the right weapon to use on Sei. He wanted to have a go at swinging his sword around a little more, but he'd only tire himself out without making any significant progress. Waiting for his sparring partner to enter the Pit, the hunter dug the point of the weapon into the dirt and adjusted the shield on his arm again while he waited. |