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1st of Winter 514AV
Ball decided today would be a good day to take on some of his more… Less used weapons and train with them. By less used meaning pretty much all of them. Leaning against one of the walls of a makeshift building in the Training Grounds for the Order were Ball’s weapons: A rapier, Thorn, and a pole made of wood and tree sap known as a py-pole. The pole was his newest weapon to his repertoire and currently he had no idea how to use the petching thing. Thorn was his second most used weapon, but he didn’t feel like burdening Imass in a riding Thorn lesson and so the rapier was his best bet to work with.
It had the flexibility of the pole, not nearly as bending though, and the piercing capabilities of Thorn, but best of all it had the ability to slash. Picking up the small blade Ball handled the weapon with care, it hadn’t been used much so it wasn’t exactly sharp, but it was a finely crafted weapon suited just for his size. The last time Ball recalled using it he tired from holding it straight out before him, after that he pretty much gave up on the blasted weapon until now. Holding the weapon up with his left hand now though Ball brought the blade up so the flat was facing him and the point was pointing straight into the sky.
Inhaling deeply the Pycon placed his right hand against the flat of the blade blocking his reflection from sight, palm facing away from his face.
One…
He shifted his right foot out and back slightly, the foot turning so the toes pointed outward giving his body the support he lost. As soon as his footing was right Ball slowly started exhaling slide his right hand off the flat of the blade, twisting the hand slowly at the wrist as his arm arched outward also to the right, as his elbow creased to a ninety degree angle his hand was straight and the palm was facing the right striking edge of the blade if it was in its original starting position.
Yet his blade didn’t remain in a standstill, as the tips of his right hand slide free of danger Ball arched the blade slowly down and forward with a soft and gently arc to the left, his hand twisting to the palm was facing out and the flat of the blade of perpendicular with the ground.
Two… Exhaling Ball stepped forward with his right foot, planting it firmly in front of his body and using the forward momentum he was creating to extend his left arm and flick his wrist so the blade whistled in its curving path forward, the blade quivered and his fingers released… The blade twisted and took a short flight forward before it dropped heavily onto the ground. Standing straight Ball sighed and picked the blade up from where it landed.
“Petching Hai I must learn to grip it better.”
Ball decided today would be a good day to take on some of his more… Less used weapons and train with them. By less used meaning pretty much all of them. Leaning against one of the walls of a makeshift building in the Training Grounds for the Order were Ball’s weapons: A rapier, Thorn, and a pole made of wood and tree sap known as a py-pole. The pole was his newest weapon to his repertoire and currently he had no idea how to use the petching thing. Thorn was his second most used weapon, but he didn’t feel like burdening Imass in a riding Thorn lesson and so the rapier was his best bet to work with.
It had the flexibility of the pole, not nearly as bending though, and the piercing capabilities of Thorn, but best of all it had the ability to slash. Picking up the small blade Ball handled the weapon with care, it hadn’t been used much so it wasn’t exactly sharp, but it was a finely crafted weapon suited just for his size. The last time Ball recalled using it he tired from holding it straight out before him, after that he pretty much gave up on the blasted weapon until now. Holding the weapon up with his left hand now though Ball brought the blade up so the flat was facing him and the point was pointing straight into the sky.
Inhaling deeply the Pycon placed his right hand against the flat of the blade blocking his reflection from sight, palm facing away from his face.
One…
He shifted his right foot out and back slightly, the foot turning so the toes pointed outward giving his body the support he lost. As soon as his footing was right Ball slowly started exhaling slide his right hand off the flat of the blade, twisting the hand slowly at the wrist as his arm arched outward also to the right, as his elbow creased to a ninety degree angle his hand was straight and the palm was facing the right striking edge of the blade if it was in its original starting position.
Yet his blade didn’t remain in a standstill, as the tips of his right hand slide free of danger Ball arched the blade slowly down and forward with a soft and gently arc to the left, his hand twisting to the palm was facing out and the flat of the blade of perpendicular with the ground.
Two… Exhaling Ball stepped forward with his right foot, planting it firmly in front of his body and using the forward momentum he was creating to extend his left arm and flick his wrist so the blade whistled in its curving path forward, the blade quivered and his fingers released… The blade twisted and took a short flight forward before it dropped heavily onto the ground. Standing straight Ball sighed and picked the blade up from where it landed.
“Petching Hai I must learn to grip it better.”
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