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[Bolivar]

Spring 34, 513 AV There are many types of ways to train one's self. Instruction was akin to field experience for Bolivar having spent his life training this way the words the isur halfblood listen to is akin to hands on experience it seemed. Rather that's Bolivar's feelings on the matter. Though Bolivar's mental abilities of retention were more substantial then some of those of the younger races there was still much to be learned from grinding out one's skills in the fields. "I care not to boast of my skills. I disagree with my dear patron but if he thinks it for the best I shall carry out my orders." There Bolivar was instructed by the weapon masters on his technique. "Good but not great. You'll need to do that thousands of times more to get it right." Nodding solemnly Bolivar stuck to the proper techniques of his swings as told. Before his time with the knights most of his training was mostly self taught and self governed. Actually reading up on his current technique and adhering to his our regiment was a strange pride he developed like so many Isur before him. Now he was rank and file with the chaff squires and it irritated him. "Problem squire?" "None at all. Just getting used to this all encompassing sky ser knight instructor" Though Bolivar did not intended to add a tone to his voice the reaction given back to him made it feel like he had. That's why I prefer my solitude on such matters. The first comment that came from his patron was that he was one of the most socially inept person he had met. Me? Inept? Just mere discrimination trying to put me down. "Another remark like that I'll be sure to make sure your the one cleaning out the stalls each evening for the next month. Do I make myself clear?" Finally their session was over and they were separated into smaller groups. This time they were to face each other in a light spar. Hopefully learn a thing or two from fighting a real live opponent and even making a friend along the way. These younger races and their trivialities. Sometimes it feels just home Bolivar did not smile or give any overly familiar introductions nor did he give his name. The mixed blood just looked at the person across from him and did not waste a word. Raising his weapon from it's resting position Bolivar felt he conveyed enough. "Are you ready?"

[Ethen Calden]

Ethen Calden was witnessing the training that the mix blood was going though, how he knew that the other squire was mix blood? It was the racist remarks made behind the squire by some other squires and instructors, which Ethen saw these people as bullies. Ethen soon asked to show his greatsword techniques, which Ethen did strikes with ease after years of training by his parents with Bůhvrah, but still with sparring sword it didn't feel as right.

Ethen was practicing against a sparring post until he was pulled aside and his mentor said that after learning and practicing, he never sparred against a live opponent. The reason behind was not because he was scared of been hurt, it was because he feared that if he fought someone he may kill them. But his mentor threaten that if Ethen did fight someone he wouldn't be allowed to go on a quest that he asking to go on. Ethen soon chose the mix breed to fight. Ethen stepped in the sparring ring standing staring at his opponent's eyes with the crowd coasting Ethen and insulting his opponent. When Ethen was asked by his opponent if he was ready, Ethen put his sword at his guard said "Yes".

[Bolivar]

"So let it begin." Shrugging off his weapon off his shoulders Bolivar brought the greataxe close to his body in a two-handed grip. Bobbing his head left and right the mixed blood quietly made sure to limber up before doing anything. This was just practice, no need to so tense for such a simple session. Raising an eyebrow Bolivar took the time to analyze his opponent before continuing further. The thought of asking to make sure his weapon was dulled came to mind but Bolivar decided against talking to Ethan. Even if he did not this squire would act like it was a real bout, even if this was practice did not mean that injuries did not happen. First test his range and his reflexes. Measuring the amount of paces away he was from Ethan Bolivar then tried to guess how close he had to be to get an effective swing on him. Four steps? No. Five to get in range. Better to be sure then anything. Taking four steps forward Bolivar extended his arms as he pivoted his hips into the swing. Start things off with a quick swipe.

[Ethen Calden]

Ethen limber up with his dull practice sword after seeing Bolivar stretching as well. "Ah, it seems that I'll be fighting a Greataxe and it uses mostly strength but luckily I been trained to handle two-hand weapons" thought Ethan as he looked at the Greataxe with trained eyes. Bolivar walk up four steps up Ethen and then streaked quickly by the mix blood which Ethen blocked the greataxe and absorbing the shock though his legs then followed a counterattack with Ethen's greatsword with a strike to Bolivar's torso.

[Bolivar]

Bolivar's eyebrows furrowed harshly in thought as his blow ended up blocked. Tch* Such a lazy response. Swaying slightly, Bolivar took a step back away from the great sword as taking himself two steps closer to his sparring partner. His weapon set in a ready position aimed a shove at Ethan's shoulder to check his footing. Taking another step forward Bolivar took note of Ethan's condition before making his next move. His teeth clenched tight Bolivar felt reminiscence feelings of his earlier brawls before taking his next swing. Pushing with his right hand and pulling with his left Bolivar swung a tight arc aimed diagonally through Ethan's body.

[Ethen Calden]

Ethen evaded sideways the shove then as he dodge the axe. Ethen picked up some the dirt from the ground and thrown it at Bolivar aiming for his face. When Bolivar swung a tight arc aimed diagonally through Ethan's body. Ethen dodge backwise once again followed with a Wide arc with Ethen's greatsword. With standing just out of Bolivar range.

[Bolivar]

Stopping short Bolivar's eyebrows tightened to form a tight line at the insulting manner his opponent fought. Having no time to mess with mess of dirt on his face Bolivar barely noticed the motions Ethen went through to following his play. Easy. Just duck and avoid it all together. It is slow enough" his mind ordered. However his body's reaction was hindered by the flare of emotion going through him. "Petcher!" Bringing up his guard Bolivar found himself stumbling a step back from the wide hit. A jarring feeling was sent surging through his arms and wrist in result of him blocking the blow. Keeping his footing steady the maneuver made the Bolivar's blood boil. Insight into a battle mattered little if one ignored all the cues. The soldier's discipline kicked in while he stared Ethen down. Every fiber of his being just wanted to close the distance and put all of his weight into the next swing. Flourishing his axe slightly checking the field conditions once more Bolivar quietly planned.

[Ethen Calden]

After finding the holes in the squire's armor, Ethen formed up a plan that was simple yet effected with right moves. Which he hope that have a least a lasting damage for the fight. Four weaknesses but four is all I need to have Bolivar on his knees thought Ethen. Ethen quickly picked up more dirt and spit into the dirt making it turn into mud then make it round as a ball. Ethen went up to Bolivar to be in Ethen's range but out of Bolivar range. With that he thrown the ball of mud aiming at Bolivar's eyes and with that Ethen hold his greatsword with his two hands on the handle. Ethen lift the sword like a executioner and swing his down with enough force to not kill but enough force to knock Bolivar out aiming for his head in a flow of movement. Then Ethen put his greatsword to his guard.

[Bolivar]

...You can't be serious. Stricken with a case of icredulity Bolivar's lips made a hard line seeing what Ethen had planned. So... three steps we are in range of each other and my opponent intends to use the same move on me again? I should just strike him down now.Perhaps he is aiming for me to focus on that? Taking a step forward Bolivar met Ethen halfway as he swung another swipe at the squire. No. Duck. Not stopping his attack Bolivar did not hesitate this time when his brain told him how to evade. He felt the wet dirt on his head but did not deter from his strike. Satisfied with the exchange Bolivar perked up at the incoming slam before sending up a parry in response. Flicking the weight of his axe towards the strike the Isur manage to deflect the strike to the his side the sounds of the steel hissing hot close to his hands. Though this squire seems less familiar with fighting he really trained himself to put authority in each strike. Enough was enough. Idling around is getting me nowhere I need to strike right here and now. "That all you got?" Mentally perparing himself Bolivar made sure to take a step closer before aiming a quick swipe are Ethen's head. Continuing with the motion Bolivar shifted his left leg forward as he swung one more time aiming an accurate strike at the squire's torso.

[Ethen Calden]

Ethen dodge the first strike his head feeling a little off balance then blocked the second strike but instead moving out. Ethen moved up close to Bolivar while turning his sword and facing the pommel of the sword to Bolivar and thrust with all his might and aim at Bolivar's nose. Hoping with this surprising attack. Ethen moved out of Bolivar's range. "you asked me if this is all I got? We just getting started" Ethen said with a smirk and moved into his guard.