47th of Fall, 513 AV
8th Bell, Antinous Training Grounds
Describing a large circle with one hand while his shield up while he had advanced. Bolivar's opponent that morning loomed nearly six feet tall over him. Wearing the usual plate wear with along with the weapon it was much to early for them to be out and about like that.
Interrupted in his morning routine Bolivar had to dole out some good old fashioned beatings as the first of the overconfident bully boys noticed the squire's stature. Though after so done this so many times the squire was starting to realize his earlier perceptions weren't true.
Yes they was the occasional disgruntled comment but it seemed to center more on themselves then the mage squire himself. It was starting to become apparent the Syliran Knights had a knack for keeping characters of likeable repute.
"Petching little man!"
"Yep."
The man went for the squire, shield up body low as he charged at him. That was the right way to approach. Bring up the shield and shove the blade out in a nice protected stab. Bolivar had been on the receiving end once, feeling his chest had been impaled before falling back into the dirt below. Bobbing to the side Bolivar dodged the blade before his opponent made another play towards the squire. Following the mage's steps Bolivar's opponent pressed the shield up on Bolivar's face as he rained down blow after blow on the squire from up close.
Finding little purchase to maneuver his axe Bolivar cringed under the meticulous rain of blows against him. Faltering under the man's strikes Bolivar looked like he was at the end of his rope as the man readied a hard bash with his shield at the squire to finish the spar. Which what the squire was hoping for.
Clutching close to the man the shield had little force as it smacked Bolivar his arms now wrapped around the man grappled an awkward dance with the squire before finally shoving the other man away. Both stumbling a few paces away the shielded knight charged once more at the mage. Dipping much lower then the other squire Bolivar dodged the stab that came in the same as before. His stance almost at a squat stepped back as Bolivar pulled his axe out from out and under the squire hooking the man's leg.
Forcing the man into an awkward position Bolivar met the charging figure head sending his opponent crashing down on the ground below. Bringing his axe up Bolivar stood over the dazed squire before thumping the man's chest plate with the hilt of his weapon.
"Not bad. Almost got me."
Looking around for another challenge Bolivar quickly helped and dusted his opponent off his feet before a weapons master called the group towards them. Something about a quick ride to some nearby cave formations to help the farmhands feel safe. The man was looking for volunteers to ride out and see if there was anything amiss. Shaking his head Bolivar unwittingly drew the weapon master's ire.
"You have a problem going there squire?"
"No ser. It's just. Riding out doesn't quite suit me. I fall off horses. It's what I do."
"Well it's settled. You are definitely going. "
A mild chuckle of laughter came from the group at Bolivar's expense, who needless to say was not amused.
"Anyone know of the path there? Anyone know the beasts of the Bronze Wood?"
8th Bell, Antinous Training Grounds
Describing a large circle with one hand while his shield up while he had advanced. Bolivar's opponent that morning loomed nearly six feet tall over him. Wearing the usual plate wear with along with the weapon it was much to early for them to be out and about like that.
Interrupted in his morning routine Bolivar had to dole out some good old fashioned beatings as the first of the overconfident bully boys noticed the squire's stature. Though after so done this so many times the squire was starting to realize his earlier perceptions weren't true.
Yes they was the occasional disgruntled comment but it seemed to center more on themselves then the mage squire himself. It was starting to become apparent the Syliran Knights had a knack for keeping characters of likeable repute.
"Petching little man!"
"Yep."
The man went for the squire, shield up body low as he charged at him. That was the right way to approach. Bring up the shield and shove the blade out in a nice protected stab. Bolivar had been on the receiving end once, feeling his chest had been impaled before falling back into the dirt below. Bobbing to the side Bolivar dodged the blade before his opponent made another play towards the squire. Following the mage's steps Bolivar's opponent pressed the shield up on Bolivar's face as he rained down blow after blow on the squire from up close.
Finding little purchase to maneuver his axe Bolivar cringed under the meticulous rain of blows against him. Faltering under the man's strikes Bolivar looked like he was at the end of his rope as the man readied a hard bash with his shield at the squire to finish the spar. Which what the squire was hoping for.
Clutching close to the man the shield had little force as it smacked Bolivar his arms now wrapped around the man grappled an awkward dance with the squire before finally shoving the other man away. Both stumbling a few paces away the shielded knight charged once more at the mage. Dipping much lower then the other squire Bolivar dodged the stab that came in the same as before. His stance almost at a squat stepped back as Bolivar pulled his axe out from out and under the squire hooking the man's leg.
Forcing the man into an awkward position Bolivar met the charging figure head sending his opponent crashing down on the ground below. Bringing his axe up Bolivar stood over the dazed squire before thumping the man's chest plate with the hilt of his weapon.
"Not bad. Almost got me."
Looking around for another challenge Bolivar quickly helped and dusted his opponent off his feet before a weapons master called the group towards them. Something about a quick ride to some nearby cave formations to help the farmhands feel safe. The man was looking for volunteers to ride out and see if there was anything amiss. Shaking his head Bolivar unwittingly drew the weapon master's ire.
"You have a problem going there squire?"
"No ser. It's just. Riding out doesn't quite suit me. I fall off horses. It's what I do."
"Well it's settled. You are definitely going. "
A mild chuckle of laughter came from the group at Bolivar's expense, who needless to say was not amused.
"Anyone know of the path there? Anyone know the beasts of the Bronze Wood?"