Winter 15 511
Almech took a deep breath as he stood in the courtyard holding his scythe in a diagonal fashion his right hand holding it closest to the sickle, his left about 2-3 feet below that, it was leaned forward crossing from his right shoulder to past his left leg. It was an odd weapon, but Almech thought it looked dangerous, and powerful, it was an oddity of the other weapons similar. It's blade was on the outside of the sickle rather than the inside. He pivoted it and he swung it in what one would think would be in a backwards fasion but in fact he was not swinging it backwards, if he wanted to cut with this weapon that was how he needed to wield it.The scythe felt right in his hands, the unsharpened part of the sickle could be used to hook the legs, among other things, Almech realized his hands and feet would only get him so far and maybe, this would help with them as well.
He swung it again awkwardly, trying to get a feel for the way it felt in his hands, getting comfortable with a weapon before using it in battle was crucial, Almech understood this, Kale, he used a weapon when it suited him, why not Almech as well. He thrusted the weapon forward, the way weight was distributed troubled Almech, he would need to keep an extra firm grip on this weapon, he knodded at the idea Have to strengthen my grip, he squeezed firmer onto the pole and straightened the blade so the sickle was pointing to the side, he thrust it forward then made a slicing motion then came back the opposite direction, making use of the point on his blade.
So he was figuring out some basic strike patterns, but all in all, he wanted this weapon to feel so natural in his hands that it was as if it were a part of himself, Kale wanted him to be a strong warrior and whatever Kale wished of Almech, Kale got, to a point.. He leaned his scythe against the wall and took a drink from his waterskin, he stepped over to the weight equipment and started doing some stretching, once he felt good and loose he started doing some curls, he would need strong wrists to battle with a pole arm, not to mention would make his punches that much stronger 1.....2.....3.....4.....5 he lifted weights in both of his hands and he felt his muscles become more alive.
He thought about his fight with the Dhani in the coliseum and how weak he was compared to such a fierce opponent, tossing him around as if he were a rag, Almech clenched his teeth at the thought of this, he was only just barely able to defend himself. It hurt his own pride that he could do so little, pride, a silly thing, something that a dog shouldn't have to or think to worry about 10.....11.....12.....13.....14.....15 his arms and wrists were nice and warm now, microscopic beads of sweat forming on his skin as he breathed in deep through his nose and out through his mouth 16.....17.....18.....19.....20 he dropped the weights and rubbed the soreness from his muscles.
He then stretched again popping back and bending backwards as far as he could, staying flexible also made you lethal, he learned that from Iktos the Akalak he'd spent time in slavery with whom he'd actually become pretty close with. He twisted his body in many different ways before finally sitting down on the ground, he took another drink of water and thought about those days, and the things that Iktos told him. A clear head is better than a clouded one he pondered on this, it made enough sense, thinking takes time, moving with intinct worked quite well, but instinct can't teach you everything you need to know, it was an accesory to training and hard work.
He picked up his scythe again, gripping it firmly, he experimented with different positions, he spung the pole so the blade spun like a fan, it made a wavy noise and it made the dog in him smile, so he did and he let out a slight laugh. Then it came to him that he could use this spinning motion to quickly change the position of the blade, this would be a very handy piece of information to have, he smiled, he wasn't even practicing fighting with it yet and he was getting better. He approached a training dummy he swung his scythe blade pointing toward it and "hooked" it's neck, being as this part of the blade was dull, and he did his neat little pole spin move and fluidly sliced cutting a deep gash in it.
"Ok, that was a neat move" Almech said to himself, he did it again, but tried doing it faster, one could say he was making his own martial art with this weapon, he hooked the neck quickly, spun the pole and sliced cutting the same gash deeper than before. Upon closer inspection he'd actually cut deeper than his previous blow did, all he needed was to become more confident with it, he had that move figured out, it was time to think of another one. He practiced spinning the scythe now, another thing Iktos told him was that when using a weapon you can not only use it for attack and defense, but distraction as well, this would take lots of practice though as the polearm spun and flew from his hand.
Almech took a deep breath as he stood in the courtyard holding his scythe in a diagonal fashion his right hand holding it closest to the sickle, his left about 2-3 feet below that, it was leaned forward crossing from his right shoulder to past his left leg. It was an odd weapon, but Almech thought it looked dangerous, and powerful, it was an oddity of the other weapons similar. It's blade was on the outside of the sickle rather than the inside. He pivoted it and he swung it in what one would think would be in a backwards fasion but in fact he was not swinging it backwards, if he wanted to cut with this weapon that was how he needed to wield it.The scythe felt right in his hands, the unsharpened part of the sickle could be used to hook the legs, among other things, Almech realized his hands and feet would only get him so far and maybe, this would help with them as well.
He swung it again awkwardly, trying to get a feel for the way it felt in his hands, getting comfortable with a weapon before using it in battle was crucial, Almech understood this, Kale, he used a weapon when it suited him, why not Almech as well. He thrusted the weapon forward, the way weight was distributed troubled Almech, he would need to keep an extra firm grip on this weapon, he knodded at the idea Have to strengthen my grip, he squeezed firmer onto the pole and straightened the blade so the sickle was pointing to the side, he thrust it forward then made a slicing motion then came back the opposite direction, making use of the point on his blade.
So he was figuring out some basic strike patterns, but all in all, he wanted this weapon to feel so natural in his hands that it was as if it were a part of himself, Kale wanted him to be a strong warrior and whatever Kale wished of Almech, Kale got, to a point.. He leaned his scythe against the wall and took a drink from his waterskin, he stepped over to the weight equipment and started doing some stretching, once he felt good and loose he started doing some curls, he would need strong wrists to battle with a pole arm, not to mention would make his punches that much stronger 1.....2.....3.....4.....5 he lifted weights in both of his hands and he felt his muscles become more alive.
He thought about his fight with the Dhani in the coliseum and how weak he was compared to such a fierce opponent, tossing him around as if he were a rag, Almech clenched his teeth at the thought of this, he was only just barely able to defend himself. It hurt his own pride that he could do so little, pride, a silly thing, something that a dog shouldn't have to or think to worry about 10.....11.....12.....13.....14.....15 his arms and wrists were nice and warm now, microscopic beads of sweat forming on his skin as he breathed in deep through his nose and out through his mouth 16.....17.....18.....19.....20 he dropped the weights and rubbed the soreness from his muscles.
He then stretched again popping back and bending backwards as far as he could, staying flexible also made you lethal, he learned that from Iktos the Akalak he'd spent time in slavery with whom he'd actually become pretty close with. He twisted his body in many different ways before finally sitting down on the ground, he took another drink of water and thought about those days, and the things that Iktos told him. A clear head is better than a clouded one he pondered on this, it made enough sense, thinking takes time, moving with intinct worked quite well, but instinct can't teach you everything you need to know, it was an accesory to training and hard work.
He picked up his scythe again, gripping it firmly, he experimented with different positions, he spung the pole so the blade spun like a fan, it made a wavy noise and it made the dog in him smile, so he did and he let out a slight laugh. Then it came to him that he could use this spinning motion to quickly change the position of the blade, this would be a very handy piece of information to have, he smiled, he wasn't even practicing fighting with it yet and he was getting better. He approached a training dummy he swung his scythe blade pointing toward it and "hooked" it's neck, being as this part of the blade was dull, and he did his neat little pole spin move and fluidly sliced cutting a deep gash in it.
"Ok, that was a neat move" Almech said to himself, he did it again, but tried doing it faster, one could say he was making his own martial art with this weapon, he hooked the neck quickly, spun the pole and sliced cutting the same gash deeper than before. Upon closer inspection he'd actually cut deeper than his previous blow did, all he needed was to become more confident with it, he had that move figured out, it was time to think of another one. He practiced spinning the scythe now, another thing Iktos told him was that when using a weapon you can not only use it for attack and defense, but distraction as well, this would take lots of practice though as the polearm spun and flew from his hand.
