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This shining population center is considered the jewel of The Sylira Region. Home of the vast majority of Mizahar's population, Syliras is nestled in a quiet, sprawling valley on the shores of the Suvan Sea. [Lore]
by Daniel Connor on November 10th, 2013, 4:01 am
“In actual combat you would try to break as much as possible in as short of a time as possible, and that is what this move does. It looks easy, and the movements are, but it takes a while to know where to hit on their body,” Daniel said, remembering his mentor saying very much the same thing a little over a decade ago. He smiled to himself, funny how history had a way of repeating itself.
His old mentor had gruelingly trained him for many hours a day, every day, for a few years. It had been hard on him, but afterwards, the discipline and skill he had gotten out of it had been worth it. “I think that is enough training for one day, wouldn’t you say?” Daniel asked, tired, after the hours spent training. He would be sore tomorrow. Maybe a visit to the spa would help his aching muscles. Hmm, he would have to do that.
“Hey, do you want to come to the spa with me tomorrow. I think I will be very sore, and so will you, from the effort you just put into this,” he offered, admiration filling his voice. He was impressed at her efforts to learn his skill, it warmed his heart to see someone else benefit from with his knowledge. |
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by Adara Meadows on November 14th, 2013, 9:56 pm
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“In actual combat you would try to break as much as possible in as short of a time as possible, and that is what this move does. It looks easy, and the movements are, but it takes a while to know where to hit on their body,”
She could certainly agree with his technique. I mean that was boxing as well, you get them and don't stop until they don't get up again. Was that every fighting style perhaps?
DArk eyes shifted down to look at her knuckles. Knuckles that were now growing sour from pounding on the wood so hard. It reminded her of the days she had trained with her father. When she had first started to learn boxing her knuckles had often bled from the constant pounding. Now they were thickened and toughened through many years of use. She almost missed those late nights with a bruised body and a father to wrap her hands up in cloth.
“Hey, do you want to come to the spa with me tomorrow. I think I will be very sore, and so will you, from the effort you just put into this,” She hadn't heard him at first, so when the words finally registered in Adara's brain she gave a little jump. "Oh." She started. A little startled by the sudden offer. "WHy not? Sounds like a good idea." SHe finally agreed with a small smile. ---- |
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