Closed Getting Winded [Keilahier]

[Rodistair]

Winter 8, 513

Another frigid winter day was in store for Rodistair as he awoke. He woke slower thatn usual, the procedenings of the last few days weighed heavily on him. His usual mirthful, and excited demeanor was sluggish, and he slowly got out of his bunk. By now, he would have already stoked the fire, but something seemed to be holding him back. He looked absent mindedly at the fire before slowly stoking it. He furrowed his brow as sparks cascaded to the floor in a short, but vibrant display. He sighed silently, he would train today. That would cheer him up. He pulled a gambeson over his clothes, then he pulled the chainmail over that. It weighed heavily on his shoulders, and only seemed to bring him further down. He attached the various plates and belts over his chainmail, it distributated the weight better, but something still felt wrong.

He shrugged, his patron was probably already waiting at the Antnous Grounds, and Rodisitair didn’t feel like being yelled at today. It was a short brisk walk to the grounds, and Ser Iros was already pacing, training was all that sustained the giant knight. “You should have been here a bell ago. I have a training partner for you today, something out of the ordinary.” The fact that his patron wasn’t shouting worried the squire to no end.

“Squire Nox, please join us.” Called Ser Iros, beckoning to a woman much older than Rodistair. He bowed his head slightly, almost tiredly. But this was met with a swift poke from Iros “That’s not how we introduce ourselves, is it?” the knight said sternly.

Rodistair seemed to spring to life, realizing that he was about to spar with someone as an electric itch arced up his left leg. “ I am squire Rodistair, it is a pleasure to meet you” he called, almost mocking Ser Iros, but adding enough sincerity in it to make it passable as a greeting.

[Keilahier Noxforn]

The morning had been an early one, she had been called by Ser Iros and was forced to get dressed and everything. Crouching down Nox fastened the straps of Samson’s armour and gave him an ear scratch. He was the best dog she would hope for, he would follow her to the ends of the earth. Nox stood and began to walk to said meeting place of her new sparring partner.

Ser Iros was someone that Nox honestly was a little full of himself, however Nox would never say that to his face, as she waited with the man for over a bell she began to lose patience with whoever as supposed to come. She had spaced until the uptight man called on her. Clicking her tongue, calling Samson to her side, she slowly strutted towards the man and what seemed to be a small child. Coming up beside Ser Iros Nox put her hands on her hips and looked down at the small child and smiled. Clicking her fingers and pointing down commanded her dog to get into attack position.

“Squire Rodistair I know for a fact you do not mean that, since I do not mean it either, you’re a tad short might I mention”

Once again Nox repeated the movement to command Samson to attack so that he could relax, Nox had been rudely awoken and had decided against putting on her armour. She just wore her simple clothes and was just going to use her magic, or maybe use her crescent sword. Thinking for a moment she decided to use both, so she wouldn’t over give and would learn more in her sword skill that she began to learn as she had entered the city.

“Over slept?”

[Rodistair]

The young squire snorted in amusement, smiling sadly, he stepped to the rack of weapons near him, and picked up a wooden long sword. It was old, and tarnished heavily from use and age. The weight of it felt almost comforting, and familiar. He hefted a wooden jousting shield, it was chipped and scarred, but still very much usable. He stretched, from his shoulders, to his calves. No sense in spraining anything. He turned to face his foe, this ‘Squire Nox’ a giant of a woman, she towered over him. And she had a war dog with her, he shivered slightly- he did not want to fight that dog.

After looking her over for a brief moment, and faced the giant woman, who neglected to wear armor. He furrowed his brow at the choice, this woman must be very confident of her skills if she can train without armor. He stood about 10 feet away from Nox, and saluted silently, not acknowledging her derisive remarks.

“Are you ready, Squire Nox?” he asked flatly, dropping the salute, and entering his stance, his shield held slightly offset from his core, and the sword point tucked behind the shield, but pointed at the neck of his training partner.

[Keilahier Noxforn]

Nox raised an eyebrow at the boy, indeed they were finally going to spare. Rubbing her hands together Nox decided to send Samson away for this fight. Clicking her fingers twice she pointed towards Ser Iros, the dog gave a quick growl to the child but followed Nox’s orders.

The small boy was adorable with the sword and shield and his little armour. Nox would have drawn a sword apart she didn’t feel like doing such a thing so as she watched him measure out the 10 or so feet away from her and readied himself for the sparring.

“You look so cute with that shield and armour, I just want to pull out your cheeks and go ‘dawww’”

Nox murmured sarcastically, closing her eyes she began to focus on her res and readied it for the fight she was about to have. Slowly opening her pitch black eyes she focused on the boy but held back until she was ready.

“Indeed”

Quickly looking back at Ser Iros she nodded her head and he nodded back watching intently. It made her consider, Ser Iros knew full well that she used air to fight, however Nox didn’t think he had passed that information over to Rodistier

[Rodistair]

The boy pursed his lips, and stared intently at the older woman, she really enjoyed to insult the squire- and he really didn’t know how to reply to them. His skill with words was well behind those of his peers, though he had to admit, he found the insults mildly amusing. And even though he resisted, a small smile forced its way onto his lips. He watched as she closed her eyes, and he stalled- never had a fight began like this. A slimy green liquid seemed to surround the woman, and it froze the boy’s heart.

What was that? What sort of weapon did this woman wield? He felt his heart skip slightly, never in his life had he felt this way. She wasn’t wielding sword and shield, her power laid beyond the boy’s understanding. He breathed quickly, he was unsure how to proceed. It wasn’t like a spear, or even like a bow, it was entirely different, and nothing the boy could do could stop that power from manifesting, and harming him.

He would need to be fast, [b]“Petch it!/[b] he shouted, as a spark shot down his legs, he was excited again, the fear, and frustration woke him up. He was truly happy now, in the struggle, the life and death, the fight. He rushed towards her, recklessly, dropping into a sprint as fast as he could towards the giant woman. He was going to tackle her, he could feel it in his bones as he tried to closes the distance as fast as he could.

[Keilahier Noxforn]

Her eyes narrowed into slits and she watched the silly little human rush towards her. Focusing Nox formed the res into a ball of air, condensed enough to cause the boy to either fly backwards or at least land on his armour butt. Commanding her magic to go straight for the centre of his breastplate Nox felt the power shiver up her spine spreading pure pleasure, she loved to cast her spells. The best thing about her magic was that once she had turned it into her favoured air it was invisible to the un trained eye, well that’s what she liked to think.

When the magic hit Nox saw the boy stumble backwards a few feet but now over onto his butt, it would be the armour, if he wasn’t wearing it Nox was sure that he would have gone flying, she had underestimated his weight. Wanting to prove herself a little more Nox concentrated her res once again and focussed on putting a little too much air into the boys head.

Nox had never done this before and hopped it was only enough to make him light headed not to actually kill him. The same shiver made its way up her spine again and she smiled, in honest truth Nox wanted to cast one last tiny spell, content as the kid began to sway slightly Nox let go of the air and summoned her res for the last time, maybe while he was in such a state one blow to the back of the knees would topple him over, Noxed hoped so as the sweat began to bead on her forehead.

No… She was too close to over giving, Nox let her res go and stood upright, however she wouldn’t give up as easily. Nox clicked her fingers and pointed to the ground beside her. The beautiful snarl of Samson came from behind her and he slinked to her side and let out a loud bark.

“Push”

She whispered softly and pointed towards the small squire. Samson barked again and ran towards Rodistier, he jumped up and pushed but after Samson went to bite him.

“No! Halt!”

She yelled out in her current forms native language, Samson’s training was slipping, Nox was going to have to learn how to train him to such a state again, or maybe it was her who was at fault, she could have used the wrong command… Nox was certainly going to have to learn how to train her precious dog once again.

“Samson! Back!”

Still murmuring in her forms native tongue she walked forward and grabbed Samson and pulled him back from the poor squire. Nox should have trained him herself, not pay someone to do it.

[Rodistair]

As the strange substance seemed to disappear the boy felt something bad was going to happen, something he wouldn’t understand, or be able to stop. And, as he felt a strange sensation, similair to getting punched struck his center of mass, and sent the boy tumbling he sat, stunned and dumfounded. It hurt more than simply being punched, or struck with a sword, and from the look of, it the woman wasn’t done.

He could feel the air around him become more dense, and he even with normal breath, he became light headed, he tried to stand, to keep fighting, but he stumbled back down, only to have her dog charge him. Rodistair weakly wrestled the dog, to keep it from mauling him- luckily, Nox arrived to keep the dog from making a chew toy out of the boy’s neck.

The dazed, and slightly squire rolled away from the duo, then struggled to stand up, but couldn’t seem to find his sword. He tried to swallow, then absent mindedly looked for that wooden sword, where the petch was it?...