28th of summer, 11th bell 24th chime
‘Peeeetch its hot….’ Kreig muttered as he swung his heavy wooden longsword at a thick wooden post, in his other hand a round shield along and he wore hand me down plate armor left for training use or for squires on the occasional travel with their patrons. It was a cumbersome thing with dents all around it and lacked the magnificent shine that it once held long ago. Still, it offered ample protection and allowed the squires to train with the armor. Kreig disliked the armor….. he disliked it very much actually, but it was a necessity for his training sadly. Its mass made it difficult for him to swing his heavy practice blade, its own weight mimicking that of an actual sword and the same could be same for the circular shield.
With each swing he’d need to add a bit of extra effort than he would normally give. He raised his blade for an overhead strike and brought it down against the wooden post as a loud thud emitted from the collision, another thud came as he performed a side strike and one more from a left backside strike. He was perspiring under the heat, sweat made itself known beneath his armor and especially beneath the helmet. He breathed heavily, he could practically hear his breath in the close confines of the helmet even at is seeped through the visor.
He swung the blade again and out came another thud, followed by another and another. Then came a voice telling him to stop and he did so, lowering his blade and turning to look at the observing face of his patron “ Kreig, I’m afraid your sword swings were a bit sloppy” She said, there was no anger or disappointment in her voice Kreig noted and that meant he didn’t have to be afraid of her suddenly increasing the intensity of their training.
‘ then again, by the looks of her its probable that we will do some heavy sparring..’ Kreig thought as he saw that his patron was dressed in full knight armor and unlike the armor that Kreig wore ,which was a beat up thing that were decommissioned from use or simply purchased from some smithy’s scrap heap dispite the fact they were still useful for protection, hers was sleek and form fitting, lacked the the same dents that Kreig’s borrowed armor had although some scratches could be viewed and overall had this gleam that reminded him of old adventure tales. In her right was a blunt longsword and another hung from the loop of her belt, in her left was a kite shield decorated with the Druva coat of arms.
“ Come now, you’re warmed up enough so its time that we sparred” Kreig nodded as he gently rested the wooden sword against the post and approached his patron, taking the blunt longsword from his patron as he muttered a thanks, then took his distance as his patron drew the spare sword she had brought.
“Now, come at me!
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‘Peeeetch its hot….’ Kreig muttered as he swung his heavy wooden longsword at a thick wooden post, in his other hand a round shield along and he wore hand me down plate armor left for training use or for squires on the occasional travel with their patrons. It was a cumbersome thing with dents all around it and lacked the magnificent shine that it once held long ago. Still, it offered ample protection and allowed the squires to train with the armor. Kreig disliked the armor….. he disliked it very much actually, but it was a necessity for his training sadly. Its mass made it difficult for him to swing his heavy practice blade, its own weight mimicking that of an actual sword and the same could be same for the circular shield.
With each swing he’d need to add a bit of extra effort than he would normally give. He raised his blade for an overhead strike and brought it down against the wooden post as a loud thud emitted from the collision, another thud came as he performed a side strike and one more from a left backside strike. He was perspiring under the heat, sweat made itself known beneath his armor and especially beneath the helmet. He breathed heavily, he could practically hear his breath in the close confines of the helmet even at is seeped through the visor.
He swung the blade again and out came another thud, followed by another and another. Then came a voice telling him to stop and he did so, lowering his blade and turning to look at the observing face of his patron “ Kreig, I’m afraid your sword swings were a bit sloppy” She said, there was no anger or disappointment in her voice Kreig noted and that meant he didn’t have to be afraid of her suddenly increasing the intensity of their training.
‘ then again, by the looks of her its probable that we will do some heavy sparring..’ Kreig thought as he saw that his patron was dressed in full knight armor and unlike the armor that Kreig wore ,which was a beat up thing that were decommissioned from use or simply purchased from some smithy’s scrap heap dispite the fact they were still useful for protection, hers was sleek and form fitting, lacked the the same dents that Kreig’s borrowed armor had although some scratches could be viewed and overall had this gleam that reminded him of old adventure tales. In her right was a blunt longsword and another hung from the loop of her belt, in her left was a kite shield decorated with the Druva coat of arms.
“ Come now, you’re warmed up enough so its time that we sparred” Kreig nodded as he gently rested the wooden sword against the post and approached his patron, taking the blunt longsword from his patron as he muttered a thanks, then took his distance as his patron drew the spare sword she had brought.
“Now, come at me!
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