7th of Spring, 514 AV
Antinous Training Grounds
11th bell
Luther entered the training grounds, his armor grinding and groaning at every movement the human made. The metal suit glinted in the sun, reflecting back and shining in many different directions. The helmet which was situated atop the knight's head made him sweat, so Luther removed the item and tucked it under his arm. His hair fell into it's natural place below his ears. The locks were damp from the sweat, so Luther shook his head, sending the drops around his person.
The knight carried further on into the grounds. He passed one of the weaponsmiths, who's name he forgot, and raised a hand as if to say a silent hello. Luther walked thought a pair of knights, who scowled as he accidentally brushed shoulders with the older looking one, before saying something Luther couldn't make sense of. He just smiled and brushed it off, since it would look bad on his part if he ended up fighting two fellow knights in a place where they all came to train as one big collective.
He turned into one of the training areas, where two training dummies, an archery target were, along with two swords and a bow with some arrows left on a old, rickety wooden table. Luther ignored the weapons and instead advanced on the first immobile dummy. He drew his short sword from it's scabbard, making a short, sharp grinding sound as it was taken from it's holding place. As he drew the sword, Luther pulled the shield from it's position on his back into his right hand as the sword was held in his left. The knight smiled since it felt natural to him.
The human slowly stepped towards the dummy, sword raised, shield covering half his face and the rest was over his chest. Suddenly, he jerked the shield forward, smashing it into the dummy's face, before bringing the sword down into the shoulder of it. Luther tried to picture the dummy as a bandit who had just jumped out of a bush and was trying to kill Luther for mizas. An occupation quite a bit of the region had turned to recently, it seemed.
The sword was yanked out the dummy's shoulder by Luther before being slashed downwards across it's chest, opening it up to reveal the insides that consisted of hay, some of which spilled out onto the floor below. After that, Luther forced his shield into the chest of the dummy, forcing it back a couple of inches, before stabbing his sword into the head, where he thought the eye of an enemy might be in a proper battle. Luther exhaled deeply as he pulled the sword out of the head.
So far, so good.
"Thoughts."
"My words."
"Your words."
"NPC's words."
Antinous Training Grounds
11th bell
Luther entered the training grounds, his armor grinding and groaning at every movement the human made. The metal suit glinted in the sun, reflecting back and shining in many different directions. The helmet which was situated atop the knight's head made him sweat, so Luther removed the item and tucked it under his arm. His hair fell into it's natural place below his ears. The locks were damp from the sweat, so Luther shook his head, sending the drops around his person.
The knight carried further on into the grounds. He passed one of the weaponsmiths, who's name he forgot, and raised a hand as if to say a silent hello. Luther walked thought a pair of knights, who scowled as he accidentally brushed shoulders with the older looking one, before saying something Luther couldn't make sense of. He just smiled and brushed it off, since it would look bad on his part if he ended up fighting two fellow knights in a place where they all came to train as one big collective.
He turned into one of the training areas, where two training dummies, an archery target were, along with two swords and a bow with some arrows left on a old, rickety wooden table. Luther ignored the weapons and instead advanced on the first immobile dummy. He drew his short sword from it's scabbard, making a short, sharp grinding sound as it was taken from it's holding place. As he drew the sword, Luther pulled the shield from it's position on his back into his right hand as the sword was held in his left. The knight smiled since it felt natural to him.
The human slowly stepped towards the dummy, sword raised, shield covering half his face and the rest was over his chest. Suddenly, he jerked the shield forward, smashing it into the dummy's face, before bringing the sword down into the shoulder of it. Luther tried to picture the dummy as a bandit who had just jumped out of a bush and was trying to kill Luther for mizas. An occupation quite a bit of the region had turned to recently, it seemed.
The sword was yanked out the dummy's shoulder by Luther before being slashed downwards across it's chest, opening it up to reveal the insides that consisted of hay, some of which spilled out onto the floor below. After that, Luther forced his shield into the chest of the dummy, forcing it back a couple of inches, before stabbing his sword into the head, where he thought the eye of an enemy might be in a proper battle. Luther exhaled deeply as he pulled the sword out of the head.
So far, so good.
"Thoughts."
"My words."
"Your words."
"NPC's words."