8th of Bell, 13th of Spring 514 A.V, Bronze Woods
"Jon."
"Madame Rachel."
It was a beautiful spring morning in the Fortress City of Peace, Syna's light shining down upon the fortress and the wilderness surrounding it, specifically in the Bronze Woods, where a pair of female and male humans could be seen, a blond-haired woman in her early twenties and a brown-haired young man in his late teen. Rachel and Jon, mentor and student, had arranged for another round of intense spar using the art of Flux, but with a twist, they wouldn't do it in the Fighter's Pit, but in the Bronze Woods instead, amidst the canopy of trees. Now they were standing in the middle of a clearing, their packs tucked neatly underneath a nearby large tree trunk, standing a few feet away, both holding the famous longsword, though with blunted edges to avoid fatal accidents, at most, they would get bruises due to the armor protecting them from broken bones.
In addition, Rachel was wearing an added steel buckler on her left hand, the small portable shield allowing her to hold the longsword in both hands while still wearing it, she still had very little - bordering on null - skil in using the buckler effectively, sparring with a live opponent should give her a good jumpstart.
Rachel had opted to wear her full armored attire, a half-plate armor and a chin-guard helmet, adorned by blue engravings and blue clothing in the parts not covered by the armor, Jon was wearing his chainmail and a similar chin-guard helmet, both were gripping their longswords with gauntleted hands, though in a consented spar, practicing flux was still risky so they spared no reservations for safety. The sharp look on both of Rachel's green and Jon's brown eyes conveyed a message, they didn't need unnecessary pleasantries, it was the time to spar, with a flash of comforting yellow light from Rachel's right palm, filling both of them with courage and hope, they charged at each other. This time, both took the offensive at the same time.
"Jon."
"Madame Rachel."
It was a beautiful spring morning in the Fortress City of Peace, Syna's light shining down upon the fortress and the wilderness surrounding it, specifically in the Bronze Woods, where a pair of female and male humans could be seen, a blond-haired woman in her early twenties and a brown-haired young man in his late teen. Rachel and Jon, mentor and student, had arranged for another round of intense spar using the art of Flux, but with a twist, they wouldn't do it in the Fighter's Pit, but in the Bronze Woods instead, amidst the canopy of trees. Now they were standing in the middle of a clearing, their packs tucked neatly underneath a nearby large tree trunk, standing a few feet away, both holding the famous longsword, though with blunted edges to avoid fatal accidents, at most, they would get bruises due to the armor protecting them from broken bones.
In addition, Rachel was wearing an added steel buckler on her left hand, the small portable shield allowing her to hold the longsword in both hands while still wearing it, she still had very little - bordering on null - skil in using the buckler effectively, sparring with a live opponent should give her a good jumpstart.
Rachel had opted to wear her full armored attire, a half-plate armor and a chin-guard helmet, adorned by blue engravings and blue clothing in the parts not covered by the armor, Jon was wearing his chainmail and a similar chin-guard helmet, both were gripping their longswords with gauntleted hands, though in a consented spar, practicing flux was still risky so they spared no reservations for safety. The sharp look on both of Rachel's green and Jon's brown eyes conveyed a message, they didn't need unnecessary pleasantries, it was the time to spar, with a flash of comforting yellow light from Rachel's right palm, filling both of them with courage and hope, they charged at each other. This time, both took the offensive at the same time.
