Summer 50
Garland practiced silently in the near deserted Fighter's Pit. His blade sung through the air, striking straw men down quickly with his sword work. He was wearing nothing but his pants, because of the searing heat.
The added flexibility of being shirtless was a great feeling, after seasons upon seasons of training in bulky plate armor, this was a nice relief from the slowness he was accustomed to.
Garland held his blade firmly in front of him, his right leg was bent forward while he tensed up his arm. He thrust his blade forward, piercing the training dummy right in the chest, and quickly Garland pulled out and raised the sword above his head and slammed it down on the dummy's head, cutting the tough rope that held the straw dummy together.
The dummy fell into a pile of straw. Garland wiped the sweat off of his brow and sheathed his sword and started picking up the pieces of straw. Off to the side, a few young teens were busy with cleaning weapons and fixing training dummies, generally making sure everything was in good order.
Garland carried the straw to them and sat down beside them. "Mind if I help, just got bored with stabbing things."
The pits themselves were rather empty of people, a few here and there practicing their weaponry, or training their strength or endurance. Most of the people that frequent the pits were casual fighters, people that go here to keep fit or look at the spars.
It was a bit sad that this place, even though a lot of people come here, only a few really train to be warriors or at least capable enough to defend themselves in case of an emergency.
The pits were made to have people to protect the city that didn't rely on the knights, and there wasn't really a need for mercenary force in Syliras. The knights would do just about anything with reward.
Still sometimes it just takes to long for the knights to do anything that required paperwork. If it was an emergency, they would be there within a few chimes though.
Garland as he started cleaning one of the weapons from the rack, as he looked on to see anyone new that would come through here. He was thinking of calling it a day and going off to the hotsprings or something.
Garland practiced silently in the near deserted Fighter's Pit. His blade sung through the air, striking straw men down quickly with his sword work. He was wearing nothing but his pants, because of the searing heat.
The added flexibility of being shirtless was a great feeling, after seasons upon seasons of training in bulky plate armor, this was a nice relief from the slowness he was accustomed to.
Garland held his blade firmly in front of him, his right leg was bent forward while he tensed up his arm. He thrust his blade forward, piercing the training dummy right in the chest, and quickly Garland pulled out and raised the sword above his head and slammed it down on the dummy's head, cutting the tough rope that held the straw dummy together.
The dummy fell into a pile of straw. Garland wiped the sweat off of his brow and sheathed his sword and started picking up the pieces of straw. Off to the side, a few young teens were busy with cleaning weapons and fixing training dummies, generally making sure everything was in good order.
Garland carried the straw to them and sat down beside them. "Mind if I help, just got bored with stabbing things."
The pits themselves were rather empty of people, a few here and there practicing their weaponry, or training their strength or endurance. Most of the people that frequent the pits were casual fighters, people that go here to keep fit or look at the spars.
It was a bit sad that this place, even though a lot of people come here, only a few really train to be warriors or at least capable enough to defend themselves in case of an emergency.
The pits were made to have people to protect the city that didn't rely on the knights, and there wasn't really a need for mercenary force in Syliras. The knights would do just about anything with reward.
Still sometimes it just takes to long for the knights to do anything that required paperwork. If it was an emergency, they would be there within a few chimes though.
Garland as he started cleaning one of the weapons from the rack, as he looked on to see anyone new that would come through here. He was thinking of calling it a day and going off to the hotsprings or something.
