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'Friendly' Combat.

Postby Manx on January 1st, 2014, 11:12 pm

32nd Winter 513 AV
3 Bells after mid-day.




Manx was sat under the small lip of his tent that extended out of the doorway, it had two sticks holding it up that were stabbed into the wet dirt underneath them. Hearing the pattering of the rain above him was quite calming, but the drenching downpour that he could see out of the front of his tent was somewhat miserable. The sun was hidden well by layers upon layers of clouds that were all shades of grey and even black.

Manx surveyed the little camping ground surrounding the entrance of his tent and could see Jayce inside of his own tent. Manx wondered what this day would have him do, sit inside and listen to Jayce flirt with Neola? At-least that wouldn't happen, because she had gone off somewhere, probably hunting. 'I wonder if Jayce is worried about her' Manx thought, not realizing that he'd just made himself sound even more selfish than Jayce.

He practically bellowed his complaint over to Jayce that very instant "What am I going to do? I'm boooored" Manx elongated the o in the word bored, just in-case Jayce thought he was getting mature, or that he wasn't truly as bored as he said he was. Manx threw his body backwards onto the bed-roll that was behind him and sprawled his arms out, they filled the tent's width quite easily.

Next to Jayce now was his rucksack full of all of his things almost, that was on his left, and to his right was his weapon harness that had a delicate hook around his short-bow and a tighter grip around the hatchet that he used for fire-wood. Fire-wood that would now be ruined thanks to this rain.

Leaning over to his rucksack, Manx dug his hands into it's already open top and found something leathery, pulling it from his bag he found that it was in-deed his leather jacket as he thought. He slid his arms into the leather sleeves of the jacket and then did up the metal clasps that were at it's front, not bothering to make them look presentable in any way. He picked up his vambraces on the floor of his tent and lay them over his jacket, fixing them in place with the leather tassels on their underside and then doing the same with his greaves, laying them on top of his shins and tying them tightly behind his calf muscles. He equipped these over his Bryda - making the usually loose cloth hug his legs quite tightly.

Walking out of his tent into the rain, Manx walked over to a more wooded area and stood underneath the inter-locking branches there, being somewhat sheltered but already spattered with rain-drops by the journey from his tent. "Come sparr with me Jayce!" Manx said, hoping his voice made it through the rain and the entrance to his tent.
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Postby Jayce Asher on January 1st, 2014, 11:58 pm

Jayce didn't hear any of Manx's beckoning for a spar, as he was sleeping soundly. When he did awake, he was pleasantly surprised to be moved from his sleep by the tranquil pattering of rain on his tent's canvas. Following the appeal to the rain came a disapproving wail about the discomforting Winter wind. He hugged his bedroll, un-moving in his satin underwear.

His chest was bare, catalysing the effects of the cold somewhat - he buried himself in his blanket to prevent it. It was uneasy remaining in such squalor, so eventually (whilst still in his bedroll), he threw some clothes on and wandered outside to meet Manx. The next half a dozen bells would be boring. Neola had informed them that she'd be out hunting, and they had enough food to last them a couple of days. Because Neola wasn't here, Jayce didn't even feel the need to groom his hair - if he did, the rain would surely undo all his best efforts to make it look presentable.

He noticed Manx standing before him expectantly - just outside the campsite, and looking in his direction. He wasn't sleepy, despite only just waking up. The rain had given him a slap in the face, so to speak, and he had such a good night's sleep that he awoke to complete awareness. As he strolled down to Manx, he embraced the rain - it hadn't rained since he left Zeltiva, though it was always his favourite thing about living there. It was going to be a good day - maybe miserable or boring at times, but it would certainly make him feel comfortably at home.

"What do you want then aye? Fire for brains?" He fooled around like this occasionally, now that Manx and himself were on strong friendly terms. Although Manx's attitude appeared to Jayce as being 'a little bit too literal', the young artisan's son still tried to crack the odd joke now and again. He soon realised what Manx intended, as he noticed the vambraces and greaves attached firmly. Jayce trotted over to his tent and picked up his sword and armour, and was soon ready to meet Manx in the downpour for their much needed training.

Jayce made a promise to Manx that he'd spar with him at some point. Since they had nothing to be doing today, it seemed like the opportune time. The blade made a piercing whistle as it was unsheathed, and Mr. Asher bowed. Suddenly, he sent his blade coarsing through the air at Manx's left arm, as if provoking him into movement. The battle was on, and Jayce became a different man altogether, adding character to the pretend fight, "Have it you, fiend!" He cried, as he smiled and whirled his blade around jokingly.

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'Friendly' Combat.

Postby Manx on January 2nd, 2014, 12:40 am

With the appearance of Jayce, who had clearly just gotten up, Manx was immediately bewildered by just how late Jayce had gotten up. Manx took the insult with a smirk and a widening of his eyes and noted how quickly Jayce disappeared once more as a comfort to his pride. He waited for him to appear again with his weapon in hand and stared at him squarely, muttering "Lazy arse" as he met eyes with the blonde-haired man.

With the swing of Jayce's sword, Manx's blood blazed through his body and his eyes almost split his head as they wrenched themselves open. Adrenaline filled his body for a moment and the balls of his feet stabbed into damp ground to send him out of the sword swing's path, arms raised from the swing as a pre-caution.

"There's no point in bowing, if you're just going to slash straight away." Manx said with an adrenaline-induced voice, scowling at Jayce as he said his little joke-taunt.

With his hands raised, Manx edged forward on the balls of his feet - his eyes darting between Jayce's and his sword as it glinted in the murky light. Manx threw a punch with his stronger right hand towards Jayce's face and expecting a flinch reaction raised his right leg, taking the power out of his initial punch as he retracted it as quickly as possible. He sent out his right leg towards Jayce's own legs, keeping his hands high. Extending his foot as he kicked, he hoped to knock Jayce off balance with his snap-kick, though the maneuver was simple.

Trying not to stare at Jayce's blade, which lingered dangerously close to the young Inarta's face, he wondered whether his impulsive decision in both choosing this fight and this attack was a good one and hoped for the best.
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Postby Jayce Asher on January 2nd, 2014, 1:32 am

To kick off the artificial battle, Jayce decided to retaliate with a quick but moderately low threat move. He pivoted on his right foot and brought his sword down to Manx's leg. The flat of his broad sword impacted the Inarta's thigh, sending ripples of pain through his flesh with the help of the sting from the rain. It wasn't in Jayce's interest to cause the young man any harm, though this time he panicked, being lucky enough just to land his blade only inches away from bringing permanent damage to him.

If Jayce brought himself a foot backwards, he'd be in the perfect position for a follow up with his sword. Unfortunately, he had to improvise in the little time he had, sending his left hand in an awkwardly folded fist straight at Manx's face. In hindsight, it wasn't the smartest thing he'd done all year. The rain wasn't totally cold, it wasn't warm though. Jayce was reminded of the spars he used to have with Alexander - who had performed the same manoeuvre with the flat of his sword many times before.

Although the fight was purely for training, there was a realism to it that Jayce couldn't understand. Was it the environment, stirring a caution in Jayce's richly influenced and paranoid mind? Could it have been the Inarta he fought against, bringing an interesting new cultural eye-opener to the battle? Maybe it was simply that Jayce had matured a lot since he last took arms against a friend. Whatever the reason, it was an experience he'd not had before with his 'swords only' friends. He looked forward to seeing the outcome of the battle, though not particularly his left hook.

After this punch, Jayce's plan was to pivot away on his left foot, allowing him some form of opening for his sword hand. Jayce assumed that no matter what the outcome of the attack was, he'd still be able to readjust to the fight. His breastplate was tight around his chest, but he'd have to move the straps later - for now, they were going to have to restrict his movements slightly. The funny thing, Jayce thought, was that he never expected Manx to send out such a powerful kick. The force of the kick shook Jayce's blade, enough to cause a jolting pain in his right hand, that he realised a little while later.

Although the young man was almost two decades into his training with the sword, he figured out from his fighting style that he still had much to learn - perhaps Syliras would bring him a new trainer, or maybe he'd just have to spend rainy days sparring more often. The fight, however painful, brought Jayce contentment: Jayce appreciated it.
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Postby Manx on January 2nd, 2014, 2:30 pm

Manx felt his balance falter slightly as the kick missed the spiraling Jayce and with the flat of his sword catching the light, Manx quickly pushed his leg downwards but it was too late - he gritted his teeth as the concussive force of the sword met his leg and hissed with the pain before trying to let it go and focus on the fight at hand.

With the incoming 'fist' that Jayce threw coming straight for Manx's face, He pushed off with a wince using his recently struck leg and started to pivot and stretch it towards Jayce's body. Swinging his right fist around into Jayce's arm whilst balancing only on one leg, Manx's knuckles struck the inside of his fore-arm and pushed the punch away from his body.

In the same moment that Manx's foot pushed down against the floor, Manx extended with his left leg to give him a bit of extra lift against his larger opponent. Whilst still rooted to the floor but rising, Manx's entire body twisted to the right and Manx's otherwise not used left-arm came curving up through the air in an uppercut maneuver, his hand already balled tightly into a fist.

A pre-determined fist meant that Manx felt the impact much more on his knuckles and that Jayce had felt less of an explosiveness to Manx's punch. Feeling his body being pushed down from the push of his punch, Manx sank back into his basic fighting stand - knees slightly bent and hands curved slightly at chest-height. He observed the damage that Jayce took from his blow, being knocked back by no small measure and possibly stunned by the force.

Manx's left knuckles were a slightly embarrassed shade of red, being very slightly sore from the battle with the rich boy's greatly exaggerated jaw-bone, Manx thought that it was unfair that Jayce carried two shields around usually - smirking to himself as he thought so.
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Postby Jayce Asher on January 2nd, 2014, 2:49 pm

'Let's take a moment to thank heritage, shall we?' He thought to himself, knowing full well that he'd be completely balled over, if not for the shielding structure of his jaw. It wasn't like Jayce took no damage, however. Jayce was knocked backwards with the force of the punch, able to see nothing but the dark grey of the sky as he slipped backwards on some mischievous mud.

He fell flat on his back, his breastplate now smeared with dirt and his breeches following it's example. He couldn't help but notice how easily he fell over, and as the murky sky doused his face in water, he felt refreshed enough to try and stand. Unfortunately, he didn't have the time to bathe in the familiar feeling - he had to move quickly. He pressed his limbs against the ground, keeping his sword out of the mud while he pushed himself away from the grass.

He didn't like his clothes being muddy one bit, but he'd ask Neola kindly to clean them later. He started to rise, noticing Manx's movements carefully, and eventually he was back on his feet to take revenge! He spun his sword around once by his side, throwing off the cluster of mud that had gathered at its tip. Manx was putting up an unexpectedly good fight, Jayce was almost embarrassed to have fallen like he did.

He shook the pain off of his jaw, and lunged forward at Manx, attempting to stab right at his chest. Manx had seen him do this before, when they fought in Jayce's back garden about four years ago - he hoped that the Inarta didn't remember how to retaliate. There wasn't a lot of strength behind the lunge, but it would certainly hurt to be jabbed by the point of the sword; the young man cried out as he thrust forward. It was the first time he'd shouted as an intimidation technique, as his battles were usually silent when he fought with against his hooded trainer. This time, he bellowed, shocking Manx with a technique he'd not before used against him.
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Postby Manx on January 2nd, 2014, 10:38 pm

Manx stood in his fighting stance, waiting for Jayce to rise again - he wasn't about to attack the man whilst he was down. He didn't know what sort of attacks to do against a downed opponent. He waited for Jayce to stand up and scowled at him in concentration - quite possibly looking intimidating, glaring at Jayce in a very battle-ready position.

He was quite sure Jayce hadn't taken notice of his facial expression and this was reinforced by the lunge that Jayce did quite quickly after standing back up. Treating the thrust attack like a punch to the gut, Manx danced to his left and batted it away with his right, steel-clad forearm.

Though it was a small momentum, his right hand still added to the ease of Manx's weight shifting onto his right foot - where his left came up, bending at the knee until it reached chest height and then snapping outwards, the ball of his foot being born like the teeth of a wolf as it leapt. Manx hoped to kick Jayce's chest with his, it would not do much damage against his breast-plate but would hopefully knock the man backwards.

Whilst his foot soared forth like the proverbial beast that it was (though much slower, less intimidating and dangerous and not particularly furry), Manx kept his hands high as they had been before, hands still loosely balled up and helping him to keep his balance whilst he executed the kick.
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Postby Jayce Asher on January 3rd, 2014, 1:57 am

When Jayce lunged forward at Manx's unprotected chest, a kick was exactly what he expected in retaliation; the would-be knight sent his elbow to the Inarta's leg, spearing at it with vigorous profundity. Upon collision, the force would send Manx's leg away from Jayce - disabling any hope of total stability for the hot-headed young man (due to both of his legs being fairly beaten). The leg certainly whirled away from Jayce after the impact: physics proved otherwise to be impossible.

Now, the Zeltivan charmer set about recovering his stance. He drew back his sword and pressed his feet firmly against the ground, set apart by the exact distance his teacher told him to all those years ago. While they stood staring at each other from a few metres distance away, they both looked to be planning. Mr. Asher thought for a little moment, contemplating many a possible technique. For each movement, he pondered over it in his mind.

He considered going in overhead. 'Nope', that would allow him a sweeping kick. Could he go for one of Manx's arms 'Definitely not', it would enable a whole range of counters. The thought Jayce considered finally (the right one), was to swing at the 'boy's' legs, with hope of completely disabling them for use in this fight. 'Then', Jayce thought, 'I'd destroy him!' Jayce, as he'd planned, curved the steel towards the Inarta's left leg. He did so with a cunning movement of his body onto his right side, into a position of control for the majority of outcomes. If Manx's legs were to be thwarted by such force, it would be the end of his greaves... and momentarily - his lower limbs.
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Postby Manx on January 3rd, 2014, 1:42 pm

When the Zeltivan's elbow struck the young Inarta's leg, he practically helped the man as he stamped down to recover his balance anger mixing amongst his other thoughts of battle. Barely pausing to recover from the hit to his stability, the young Inarta launched himself forward with all of the purpose and intent of a giant cat, left hand extended forward in much a similar manner.

Not really bothering to notice Jayce as he lifted and then swung his sword, Manx's hand and fore-arm collided with Jayce's breastplate and although it probably damaged Manx more than Jayce - it would still have shaken him unless he were totally prepared, Manx's curled his fingers around a handful of collar that protruded out from underneath the breastplate and then raised his right hand behind his head. Though it had been a burst of anger that had caused such a rash decision - it had ended quite well for Manx, who re-took his mind at this point. His hard complexion softened and he ended up looking at Jayce as a sparring partner once more, instead of someone he wanted to kill.

Manx observed Jayce's non-phased expression and guessed that he had already done something to begin counter attacking, if he didn't count this as Manx winning the fight that is. Manx supposed that he could simply be smiling at the young Inarta's increase in skill, but doubted it.
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Postby Jayce Asher on January 3rd, 2014, 1:56 pm

"I suppose we've landed at something of a stalemate, my friend." Jayce concluded, as he noticed the Inarta's firm grip of his collar. "I have to say though, that hurt!" At first, it looked to Jayce as if Manx had no idea what he was saying, but then he supposed that the young, furious unarmed combatant knew what he was talking about.

Jayce had the short broadsword curved to Manx's back, with the tip pointed against his spine, reading to delve the steel into it at any moment. Obviously Jayce wasn't going to do this, but little that Manx could do would prevent the reflex - and since this was only a spar, it would be irrational to test his theory. Jayce smiled, but he was too perplexed to make the emotion powerful enough to be conveyed to Manx properly.

Jayce knew, also, that Manx would be able to (figuratively) punch the lights out of him in the next phase. It was only a question of who could do it first, but since the risks of injury were too high, Jayce arrived at a sensible conclusion.

"Shall we call it a draw?"
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