6th of Spring
Antinous Training Grounds
8th Bell
Antinous Training Grounds
8th Bell
With a loud smack Joren felt his entire arm shake to its very core, sending shot of pain pulsating up his left arm as he stumbled backwards, his balance slipping as the ground seemed to slide from underneath his feet as he felt his back crash against the ground with a particularly loud clatter, drawing the attention of many and onlooker as Joren felt his already hot face flush an almost deep red with embarrassment as he cursed in every Nari word he could recalled as he struggled to get back up from the dusty ground, his heavy armour doing its best to make as much noise as he could.
"Idiot" Ser Theron exclaimed as he yanked his squire back to his feet, shaking his head as he did so "Do you listen to a word I say? One, if they are putting a lot of weight behind the attack, don't try to block it directly, use their force against them and deflect the blow to knock them off balance. But more importantly, make sure your stance is correct. Pick up your shield and show me your stance now!" He barked as Joren rolled his eyes towards the heavens and let out a small groan.
He had reason to, or so he believed anyway; it was warm for a spring day, the bright sun could be seen hanging high ascent in the clear, sapphire sky with not a single blemish obscuring the rays as they shone on the training grounds, bearing down on the squires and knights that drilled in the yards, honing their skills for the inevitable conflict that would one day face. Joren had been here for over two bells now, clad like his patron in the heavy armour that the Knights seemed to love and Joren in equal hated, he preferred being unrestricted but despite his numerous complaints his patron insisted on making him wear it, under the firm belief that by adjusting Joren to being encumbered with plate armour, he would find anything else to be seamless and fluid.
Joren gripped the rough wooden that encased his training spear before trying to recall what the stance had been but his dehydrated brain struggled to put forward even a single useful suggestion, it seemed like so long ago and he was so very tired from this new found discipline that was expected of him. "I don't know..." He muttered as he place his feet shoulder width apart and raised both his shield and spear, angling the still dangerous wooden tip toward his patron "Something like this?" He asked hopefully but as he saw Theron shake his head and roll his own eyes to the heavens he knew he had done it wrong.
"Wrong! Do you listen to a word I say?" He asked, making it clear that he didn't want a snarky reply from his squire "Right foot backward and pointed outwards" He stated clearly as Joren brought his right foot back and twisted it slightly "And raise you shield higher and keep that bloody spear of yours level with the centre. Knee bent as well! Try not to make it too easy for them!" He ordered as Joren did his best to follow his instructions but he was tired and hot so mistakes were cropping up frequently enough to test his Patron's patience "By the gods, clearly you've gotten used to being beaten by me so perhaps someone else ought to knock some sense into you." He pondered, scratching his chin as looked around the yard "You! Over there, get over here. My squire needs a change of pace, so I want him to spar with someone else." He called out as a figure stepped over out of the corner of his eye, unsure if that was even the man Theron was talking to "Don't go easy on him, he's ready so just start when you are."
This is going to hurt...
