31st of Fall, 514 AV 16th Bell 23rd Chime.
"One....two....One....Two" One could easily assume that Kreig could be training with weights at the moment, it was a fair after all and not really a wrong one. The only 'fault' about the assumption if they assumed he was lifting weights, but then again that easn't wrong as well.
Connect to the brawlers wrists and ankles were weights, 5 pounds each. The weights were simply small canvas sacks filled with with dirt, sewn up tightly and wrapped around the previously mentioned joints. From what he'd been told this method was supposed to help raise his strength and endurance. Much like the previous day he was stripped down to his breaches, except this time he was standing and the only person in the room.
Much like the previous days training this one focused on repetition which suited him just fine, he liked the repetition! He had taken up a boxing stance and began ithe training by throwing a left jab followed by a straight punch, a one-two combo as it was frequently known.
The Jab was a quick punch that require no muovement from the shoulder, a light blow that served more to dustract or even to measure distance than to cause major damage. The straight punch was the opposite, requiring that he lean forward slightly with each punch, it was something to finish fights with.
These punches were 2 of the 4 basic punching technqiues of which he had added to his repotoire of skills seasons ago, the reaons of which is to simply increase the lethality of his already deadly punches.
the punches were quick with only small puases in between so that he could set up a rhythm and to gain the full value of the weights on his wrist. He hoped that this training would make the quick explosive jabs more powerful and his straight punches capable of killing outright 'Considering I use guanntlets that really wouldn't be a problem...' But that was besides the point, he wanted to increase the natural capabilites through natural means and if he added that to the destructiveness of his guantlets than he would truly be destructive!
The other purpose of such a training is that it helped focused his mind and also clear of it distractions, allowing him to think more clearly about issues. His thoughts currently focused on Kenash,his favourite subject, he had learned much about the place... whilst he still felt hatrd for the place it was tempered by knowledgr of its past.
' During the founding of this place they needed slaves....' He had come to learn, Kenash had been a swampy area that comprised part of the grassland, a ferocious area that offered no respite to the 'colonists'. Few people were mad enough or ambitious enough to build a city in such dangerous territories so to garner up the manpower needed to build the city the families needed forced labor to supplement those who were willing.....
He wondered why once they didn't just set the slaves free once they were done... but the more he thought the more he realized that it just became a necessary evil keep them, a neceaaary evil that also bordered on luxury and veered into reducing the value of the life of slaves into its monetary assets and their own self value into some twisted superiority that really....made them goddamn monsters.
'No, not monsters.....just hedonistic idiots' He amended, though of what he heard of other families they certainly seemed like it. He let out a grunt of anger as he added a bit more force tha intende din his straight punch, nearly losing his balance as the weights pulled him forward at the unexpected force.
He stood still and took a deep breath through his nose and let it out through the mouth, this was no time to let his anger rule him after all...
For now he put aside his one two combow and resorted to another attack, a simple low kick with his right leg. He would repeat the kick 30 times for each set, once each set was done he would alternate to the other leg. As much as he valued his punches he also valued his kicks, he needed to cover all variables after all and kicks were very powerful variables in a fight.
Once he set up the rhythm he woukd resume his thoughts. Though he hated thinking about it....
"Evolution is a petched up thing...."
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"One....two....One....Two" One could easily assume that Kreig could be training with weights at the moment, it was a fair after all and not really a wrong one. The only 'fault' about the assumption if they assumed he was lifting weights, but then again that easn't wrong as well.
Connect to the brawlers wrists and ankles were weights, 5 pounds each. The weights were simply small canvas sacks filled with with dirt, sewn up tightly and wrapped around the previously mentioned joints. From what he'd been told this method was supposed to help raise his strength and endurance. Much like the previous day he was stripped down to his breaches, except this time he was standing and the only person in the room.
Much like the previous days training this one focused on repetition which suited him just fine, he liked the repetition! He had taken up a boxing stance and began ithe training by throwing a left jab followed by a straight punch, a one-two combo as it was frequently known.
The Jab was a quick punch that require no muovement from the shoulder, a light blow that served more to dustract or even to measure distance than to cause major damage. The straight punch was the opposite, requiring that he lean forward slightly with each punch, it was something to finish fights with.
These punches were 2 of the 4 basic punching technqiues of which he had added to his repotoire of skills seasons ago, the reaons of which is to simply increase the lethality of his already deadly punches.
the punches were quick with only small puases in between so that he could set up a rhythm and to gain the full value of the weights on his wrist. He hoped that this training would make the quick explosive jabs more powerful and his straight punches capable of killing outright 'Considering I use guanntlets that really wouldn't be a problem...' But that was besides the point, he wanted to increase the natural capabilites through natural means and if he added that to the destructiveness of his guantlets than he would truly be destructive!
The other purpose of such a training is that it helped focused his mind and also clear of it distractions, allowing him to think more clearly about issues. His thoughts currently focused on Kenash,his favourite subject, he had learned much about the place... whilst he still felt hatrd for the place it was tempered by knowledgr of its past.
' During the founding of this place they needed slaves....' He had come to learn, Kenash had been a swampy area that comprised part of the grassland, a ferocious area that offered no respite to the 'colonists'. Few people were mad enough or ambitious enough to build a city in such dangerous territories so to garner up the manpower needed to build the city the families needed forced labor to supplement those who were willing.....
He wondered why once they didn't just set the slaves free once they were done... but the more he thought the more he realized that it just became a necessary evil keep them, a neceaaary evil that also bordered on luxury and veered into reducing the value of the life of slaves into its monetary assets and their own self value into some twisted superiority that really....made them goddamn monsters.
'No, not monsters.....just hedonistic idiots' He amended, though of what he heard of other families they certainly seemed like it. He let out a grunt of anger as he added a bit more force tha intende din his straight punch, nearly losing his balance as the weights pulled him forward at the unexpected force.
He stood still and took a deep breath through his nose and let it out through the mouth, this was no time to let his anger rule him after all...
For now he put aside his one two combow and resorted to another attack, a simple low kick with his right leg. He would repeat the kick 30 times for each set, once each set was done he would alternate to the other leg. As much as he valued his punches he also valued his kicks, he needed to cover all variables after all and kicks were very powerful variables in a fight.
Once he set up the rhythm he woukd resume his thoughts. Though he hated thinking about it....
"Evolution is a petched up thing...."
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