Day 18 of Spring in the Year 514 AV
The moonless night cast its inky darkness over the docks of Riverfall. The soft sound of the water sloshing up against the wooden beams of the docks and the wind blowing the loose lines against the spars of the ships was the only sound to be heard across the silent piers.
A bare-chested figure stood on the decks of a small casinor, shadows covering his face as he remained motionless. The decks of the Laviku's Wrath shifted under his feet but years of living on a ship allowed him to keep his balance. He slowly lifted his trident in both hands, weapon extended in front of him.
“Alright, focus on your footwork. Footwork is the key element in any fight. If you trip you might as well have signed your own death warrant. Feet, shoulder width apart, one slightly in front of the other. Bend knees….aaaand cross.”
The Svefra mentally walked through the steps in his head before executing them. He slowly adjusted his body until he was satisfied with the distance and angles of his feet, giving him maximum balance and ability to rotate quickly. Kel lifted one foot and crossed it over the other. He lost his balance for a moment as the two limbs came too close together and flailed his arms.
“No, idiot. Never cross your feet. That’s how a smarter opponent pushes you and screws you over…”
Kel grunted irritably to himself at his mistake and he cracked his neck, preparing himself to try again. He balanced himself as he held his trident in his hands. The Svefra shifted his feet to his combat stance as he practiced planting his feet but also trying to step lightly at the same time. The Svefra touched down each foot to the floor boards, toe heel, toe heel.
Satisfied that he had the basic moving strategy down, he began moving on to other footwork based combat skills.
“Alright, next on the list. Pivoting. Good for evasion as well as quickly changing targets mid combat. Plant one foot on the deck and push off with the other. It will swing you around which ever direction you push but you need to catch yourself. Remember that or you’ll just fall…”
Kel planted his feet, knees bent and took a few deep breathes, stilling body as well as his mind. He brought his trident up as if to defend himself and put all his weight on his left foot as he pushed off with his right. His body swung backwards and he brought up his trident as if to parry an incoming attack. He counter attacked, swinging his trident through the air, razor sharp prongs gleaming in the dim light.
The Svefra ducked under an imaginary opponents swing, pushing off of his left foot this time, planting his right. He pivoted back around and thrust his weapon as if to gut an enemy. He stopped, panting for breath. Practicing against imaginary opponents was almost harder than fighting them in real life. He had to stop his movements mid swing instead of allowing them to hit the opponent as they were intended.
Kel sighed irritably. As much as he loved fighting, training alone was always a drag. He wanted to feel the adrenaline coursing through his blood and the tingling of anticipation through his limbs as he fought an opponent.
The black haired Svefra might not be able to make friends in social situations but when trouble came around, he was someone they most definitely wanted to keep on their good side.
A bare-chested figure stood on the decks of a small casinor, shadows covering his face as he remained motionless. The decks of the Laviku's Wrath shifted under his feet but years of living on a ship allowed him to keep his balance. He slowly lifted his trident in both hands, weapon extended in front of him.
“Alright, focus on your footwork. Footwork is the key element in any fight. If you trip you might as well have signed your own death warrant. Feet, shoulder width apart, one slightly in front of the other. Bend knees….aaaand cross.”
The Svefra mentally walked through the steps in his head before executing them. He slowly adjusted his body until he was satisfied with the distance and angles of his feet, giving him maximum balance and ability to rotate quickly. Kel lifted one foot and crossed it over the other. He lost his balance for a moment as the two limbs came too close together and flailed his arms.
“No, idiot. Never cross your feet. That’s how a smarter opponent pushes you and screws you over…”
Kel grunted irritably to himself at his mistake and he cracked his neck, preparing himself to try again. He balanced himself as he held his trident in his hands. The Svefra shifted his feet to his combat stance as he practiced planting his feet but also trying to step lightly at the same time. The Svefra touched down each foot to the floor boards, toe heel, toe heel.
Satisfied that he had the basic moving strategy down, he began moving on to other footwork based combat skills.
“Alright, next on the list. Pivoting. Good for evasion as well as quickly changing targets mid combat. Plant one foot on the deck and push off with the other. It will swing you around which ever direction you push but you need to catch yourself. Remember that or you’ll just fall…”
Kel planted his feet, knees bent and took a few deep breathes, stilling body as well as his mind. He brought his trident up as if to defend himself and put all his weight on his left foot as he pushed off with his right. His body swung backwards and he brought up his trident as if to parry an incoming attack. He counter attacked, swinging his trident through the air, razor sharp prongs gleaming in the dim light.
The Svefra ducked under an imaginary opponents swing, pushing off of his left foot this time, planting his right. He pivoted back around and thrust his weapon as if to gut an enemy. He stopped, panting for breath. Practicing against imaginary opponents was almost harder than fighting them in real life. He had to stop his movements mid swing instead of allowing them to hit the opponent as they were intended.
Kel sighed irritably. As much as he loved fighting, training alone was always a drag. He wanted to feel the adrenaline coursing through his blood and the tingling of anticipation through his limbs as he fought an opponent.
The black haired Svefra might not be able to make friends in social situations but when trouble came around, he was someone they most definitely wanted to keep on their good side.
Legend
Fratava
Kel's Common
Kel's Thoughts
PC/NPC Common
Fratava
Kel's Common
Kel's Thoughts
PC/NPC Common
