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[Lo'campo]

70th Fall, Sunberth 514A.V Dawn In the yard of the Sunset Quarter is where he stood sword in hand awaiting for Minerva to read off the directions from one of the many books she made him check out from the library. He was surprised to see that people actually spent time writing things down for other people to learn...petch, he was surprised that Sunberth had a place like that. Ok, Introduction to using the great-sword. The great sword is a two handed weapon made for big and powerful strikes known as the hack, jab, and overhead slash. Because of it's size and weight it must wielded with two hands, the dominant hand holding the top of the swords hilt firmly and the less dominant supporting on the bottom. Doing as the book had said, he gripped the sword using his strength to hold it's weight. Since he was ambidextrous it didn't matter to him how he grabbed it. He took a second to get a feel for the weapon. It was the weapon that his father had gave him before he left home. Made of steel, it was the standard sword. It didn't seem that heavy with two hands, but he watched as the 5ft blade stuck itself into the ground when he attempted to hold it in one hand. Slowly holding it back up, he got back into position. "Like so?" he asked the Konti who nodded in agreement. "Now, The first attack, hack is the sideways motion as if one were chopping down a tree. It is the basic yet difficult move because one would need strength to hold the blade in place, and control to keep the weapon in hands. Listening closely to the words that were spoken, Lo'campo approached the tree that was unfortunate enough to be picked out for his training. Giving the weapon a swing, he made contact with the tree sending a shock into his hands. Releasing the weapon, he put them into his robe, comforting them with warm pressure. It wasn't going to be easy. Picking back up the sword, he re-assumed the position. The hilt of the blade tickled his palms from the result of the shock. Gripping the sword again, he gave swing this time not releasing when he connected to the bark of the tree. Another shock was sent up his arm giving him a shiver. "It says to relax your arms and try not to have them so stiff and locked." Minerva spoke. Following his sister's advice, he loosened up letting the sword rest instead of being in one place. He couldn't feel his hands needing to exercise them to get feeling again.Dropping the sword, he hit the ground with push ups. Silver hair falling over his head onto the ground. He needed to keep his strength up, scolding himself for not training since the start of the season. His muscles ached from withdrawal of the workout. If there ever was a burn to be felt from an exercise, he felt it. Up and down he went, the veins in his arms bulging out. This was his fourth set in now signalling Minerva to sit on his back. The Konti was light, but her weight felt as if tons were put upon his back. He speed slowed now pacing himself.His arm shook telling him that their limit was reached. Ignoring them, he pushed on letting air out from his teeth as he struggled to push past his limits. Done with his warm up, he moved to combat approaching the punching bag. hands up, arms feeling like jello, he sent out a punch striking the bag with sloppy force. Flexing his arms, he went back in giving quick combo's and random attacks. Right, left, left, right. Striking the bag with force to make it shake and swing about. Taking hold of the bag as if he were locking up with an opponent, he lifted his legs pushing his knees into the bag. He started off slow at first not so used to the movement until he worked it in now going at a much faster pace. In through the nose and out the mouth he breathed so he would not tire as easy. Punching faster, he folded his arms now striking with his elbows before ducking and coming up with an uppercut. One foot crossing the other, he began pivoting and striking as if he were in a moving battle. Putting an arm up, shifting his weight toward the bag, he made contact with the bag offsetting it's movement. Sweat bounced off his body as it made impact with the bag. Lifting up, he brought it off the hook holding it onto the tree before bring it down with a loud thud.

[Marone]

The whole season has been quite interesting with the appearance of the snakes and food shortages along with all the trouble which came with them. This especially means the violence occuring most of the season. Even if Marone was accustomed to the violence in Sunberth all his life he still could not get quite used to it. However despite his misgivings about it he feels better when it is present. The violence often means opportunity to him.

The opportunity to make the money he needs to survive each season by meeting the city's demand for weapons and the opportunity to gather more materials for his malediction.

Opportunity was what Marone was looking for when he came to the Sunset Quarter today because the Sunset Quarter is where the unwanted ne're-do-wells in Sunberth would be. Unfortunately after walking for some time Marone found the people seemed to be more satisfied to have life back to what it has been rather than anymore potential for violence.

Until he found the akalak training at the field Marone believed it might be better to return to the Knight's Armoury where there might be some work for him instead of wasting his time further. Marone's knowledge on any akalak being limited to them as big brutes which can really hurt a person especially when they had a weapon forced the man to practice caution and he remain hidden until his chance presented itself.

Marone took a slow walk around the practice yard trying to find a better vantage point for him to observe the akalak. His composure in maintaining his casual walk was broken when he heard the sword hitting into the tree and almost immediately without the need to think about it Marone dashed towards the nearest bush to hide behind it. Hearing the konti's instructions and the hit which followed Marone felt there was nothing to worry about and took a quick peek.

Instead of going back into his cover Marone continued to watch the akalak as if he was one of those people in the Armoury testing out their new weapons.

And continued to watch.

And watch.

Until the akalak started to put the hurt on the bag. At that point all attempts for stealth was forgotten and the rustling of the bush he ignored completely could be heard when Marone stood up to rest at a nearby tree and continue his observations. When the akalak finally took the bag off the tree Marone couldn't resist giving a few quick claps in appreciation of the display.

"Nice moves sir akalak" Marone said. Sir being the title he found the least offensive to the akalaks that have patronized the Knight's Armoury despite its obvious racism. The man hoped it would be enough to ensure the akalak would not use the greeting as an excuse to turn on him and if he was lucky enough to have the akalak ignore Marone's rudeness in peeping earlier on.

But then Marone was at a loss of what to say to keep things going towards having any relevance to weapons he was trying to get the akalak interested in or made. That was until his eyes spied on the greatsword the akalak was using earlier in his training. Marone being an unlikely fighter for fighting's sake unless it's to defend himself from the violence common in Sunberth took the conversation to something more suited to him.

"Do. Do you think I can sit and watch somemore? After everything which has happened this season I think it would be better if I can pick up some moves to better defend myself against anymore violence."