Just as he recomposed himself to prepare for another assault the one thing he wanted to happen actually happened, where as many would simply use their brawns to win against their opponent the recruit with the trident rallied his allies together to unify for the cause. It was the definitive spark Ricky looked for in terms of potential, the quality of leadership that was matched with intellect to better counter against the opposing forces of the world. The fisherman definitely raised his eyebrows as the sight of the three communing together, and all the more found himself rather impressed as a small but proud smirk filled his expression. Dat's 'ow ya do it now, work t'gether an' realize it takes teamwork. Though not exactly what he anticipated in being part of the lesson, Ricky was rather quick to realize that he'd more or less intuitively helped shed light on an important thing to learn.
Teamwork. In the Wave Guard everyone is a brother or sister in arms, they are the ones that have your back in the darkest night. They are the shield on your arm and the sword in your hand, and so long as you relied on them and in turn they relied on you... then there was nothing to fear in the event Zeltiva needed her guardians to rise against the odds. As he realized this himself Ricky felt all the more determined now, even if he were alone he still wasn't going to make this easy for them. Yet the important thing was the test in itself, as they'd certainly passed the first part of his little training session. Now it was time to see if their synergy would follow through, and in turn lead them to victory in the attempt to disarm Ricky and break through his defense.
They'd returned to the same triangle formation as before, though not quite as bold to surround him this time as they did the first time. It was an acute triangle formation that allowed Ricky to keep all three in sight, yet that meant he still had to deal with an entire barrage of a frontal assault. Yet he wasn't intimidated, more or less tempted actually, from the challenge alone. Aight den lads, show Papa Rick what ye got. He mused with a twirl of his blade, the shield stood ready as a defense before him, ready to absorb every coming blow in hopes to create the impenetrable defense. Of course such wouldn't be the case, even with his solid constructed paradigm he followed, there was no way to hold the three of them off at once. He knew it, yet he couldn't refrain from grinning for some reason... the word was given, the recruits were at it again. Now was the time to act.
First was the recruit with the mace, simple but effective motions to swing the club left and right instead of downward like he did before. No doubt the recruit learned that downward strikes were powerful but not entirely effective on frontal assaults, nevertheless he was swinging it around enough to use the weight of the mace as it would collide into the shield Ricky held up. Upon the first loud clang from the scrape of the metal upon metal surface, Ricky started to retreat back slowly several steps. It was a continous retreat as he felt his entire start to budge with each hard swipe. Each loud bang of the mace rattled the shield to the point where his left forearm felt exhausted, and sure enough just as he tried to prepare for a countermeasure he already found that his sword arm was the next to be overwhelmed. The sword wielder had taken to the same method of the mace user, only his strikes were more pinpointed rather than wildly about. What chances Ricky got to flourish his blade were little, no where near great enough to work enough force behind a counter measure to disarm him. Debilitator tactics were no longer in the play, Ricky was only pure Guardian now and even that wasn't working out for him.
He was caught with two occupied sides and both quickly worked to exhaust him, even when he managed to pull back into a evasive jump they still held their ground in the assault. Son o' a petchin' bitch! He grunted as he brought both sword and shield up together, they both absorbed the impact of the two recruits weapons as Ricky remained firmly planted on the ground to where he was open for a strike. Now was the moment Pulren no doubt waited for, the opening in the defense they needed to prove victorious against their enemy! Now that Ricky's sword and shield arm were pretty much heavily occupied in holding up both sword and mace of the two recruits, he middle and lower regions of defense were wide open for any attack he would send his way. The weight... no possible way to evade an oncoming blow with it, Ricky was literally pinned down in one place as he struggled to stand his own ground.
Teamwork. In the Wave Guard everyone is a brother or sister in arms, they are the ones that have your back in the darkest night. They are the shield on your arm and the sword in your hand, and so long as you relied on them and in turn they relied on you... then there was nothing to fear in the event Zeltiva needed her guardians to rise against the odds. As he realized this himself Ricky felt all the more determined now, even if he were alone he still wasn't going to make this easy for them. Yet the important thing was the test in itself, as they'd certainly passed the first part of his little training session. Now it was time to see if their synergy would follow through, and in turn lead them to victory in the attempt to disarm Ricky and break through his defense.
They'd returned to the same triangle formation as before, though not quite as bold to surround him this time as they did the first time. It was an acute triangle formation that allowed Ricky to keep all three in sight, yet that meant he still had to deal with an entire barrage of a frontal assault. Yet he wasn't intimidated, more or less tempted actually, from the challenge alone. Aight den lads, show Papa Rick what ye got. He mused with a twirl of his blade, the shield stood ready as a defense before him, ready to absorb every coming blow in hopes to create the impenetrable defense. Of course such wouldn't be the case, even with his solid constructed paradigm he followed, there was no way to hold the three of them off at once. He knew it, yet he couldn't refrain from grinning for some reason... the word was given, the recruits were at it again. Now was the time to act.
First was the recruit with the mace, simple but effective motions to swing the club left and right instead of downward like he did before. No doubt the recruit learned that downward strikes were powerful but not entirely effective on frontal assaults, nevertheless he was swinging it around enough to use the weight of the mace as it would collide into the shield Ricky held up. Upon the first loud clang from the scrape of the metal upon metal surface, Ricky started to retreat back slowly several steps. It was a continous retreat as he felt his entire start to budge with each hard swipe. Each loud bang of the mace rattled the shield to the point where his left forearm felt exhausted, and sure enough just as he tried to prepare for a countermeasure he already found that his sword arm was the next to be overwhelmed. The sword wielder had taken to the same method of the mace user, only his strikes were more pinpointed rather than wildly about. What chances Ricky got to flourish his blade were little, no where near great enough to work enough force behind a counter measure to disarm him. Debilitator tactics were no longer in the play, Ricky was only pure Guardian now and even that wasn't working out for him.
He was caught with two occupied sides and both quickly worked to exhaust him, even when he managed to pull back into a evasive jump they still held their ground in the assault. Son o' a petchin' bitch! He grunted as he brought both sword and shield up together, they both absorbed the impact of the two recruits weapons as Ricky remained firmly planted on the ground to where he was open for a strike. Now was the moment Pulren no doubt waited for, the opening in the defense they needed to prove victorious against their enemy! Now that Ricky's sword and shield arm were pretty much heavily occupied in holding up both sword and mace of the two recruits, he middle and lower regions of defense were wide open for any attack he would send his way. The weight... no possible way to evade an oncoming blow with it, Ricky was literally pinned down in one place as he struggled to stand his own ground.
