The Human Body [Sutekh]

[Markus Andres]

20th of fall 511 AV. Markus walked through the halls of the fortress city. He was headed for one of the training areas. His plan for the day was to simply watch some people fight one another unarmed. He felt good enough with his blade and shield to not train that for the moment. But once he lost his weapons, he felt useless. He might be big and strong, but Jokor had shown him that he had trouble with smaller and faster enemies. Markus felt good that day. His muscles were not sore and best of all, his little wound from a couple of weeks back had healed just fine. But it had given his hand a little scar on the side. Not a big one, but to a perfectionist like Markus, it was noticeable and was actually bothering him every time he saw, or just thought about the scar. But his mind was focused on finding a place where unarmed combat was practiced. So he could observe their style and perhaps find some neat tricks he could use himself. He found a place where both knights and civilians could practice together. In fact, it was the same place he had sparred with Jokor two seasons earlier. It was a place with several 15 by 15 feet squares of dirt. There were near to the entrance to the place several dummies set up so one could practice dagger strikes or hand to hand strikes on a humanoid-like target. Aforementioned squares were designed for sparring. There was a spar between two squires several years younger than Markus and something told Markus that it would soon degenerate into a wrestling match with both just lying on the ground holding the other tight trying to squeeze him into submission. Markus found a segment of bare wall he could lean against while he watched if there was anyone interesting practicing that day.