ELSU
38 winter, 513 av
Elsu was a bit of a very large idiot. After all, who in their right mind would want to train with someone who was several times his skill level and unlikely to hold back? The answer was simple. Someone who was reckless. Reckless and willing to get his behind handed to him along with a collection of bruises he would probably have for at least a week. Or so it would be if he was sparring in unarmed combat. The Kelvic felt as though he had done enough unarmed sparring in the recent days, however, and so today he would be armed.
Armed with daggers. Against a longsword and shield, they probably wouldn't be able to do much. But he could at least try, and work on his avoidance of sharp, potentially deadly objects while he was at it. Ignoring his weapons for the time being, Elsu took a few moments to stretch, relaxing his muscles and loosening his stance. Content now with his flexibility, the Kelvic took out a dagger from it's sheath and proceeded to practice stabs.
Right foot lunge, extend hand down, twist to side. Elsu formed a quick rhythm of threes, a waltz of sorts. Right high, right low, left high, left low, and repeat, dagger in right hand. Then switch to left hand, same movements. Back to right, reverse grip, then to left, reverse grip. The dark haired youth quickly switched hands and repeated the exercise over again, thrusting into an imaginary enemy. He stopped after a moment, content with his warmup, letting his warm breath cloud the chilled air. Dark eyes searched the pit and his body followed soon afters, dagger grasped loosely in his hand and he trotted over to Kreig.
The man was shorter than him by a few inches, but was more muscular and generally more experienced in life. Two years were enough for the Kelvic to appear as though he was in his late teens, but two years were only two years, and didn't count for much otherwise. Whatever. Hopefully Elsu would manage to be quick enough on his feet to avoid the bite of that sword, although getting close enough to harm his opponent? That was going to be a different story altogether. Looked like he was going to get plenty of training in defense.
A grin stretched across his face as he tapped on the squire's shoulder with his free hand, body tapping his foot against the ground impatiently. "Wanna fight?"
Armed with daggers. Against a longsword and shield, they probably wouldn't be able to do much. But he could at least try, and work on his avoidance of sharp, potentially deadly objects while he was at it. Ignoring his weapons for the time being, Elsu took a few moments to stretch, relaxing his muscles and loosening his stance. Content now with his flexibility, the Kelvic took out a dagger from it's sheath and proceeded to practice stabs.
Right foot lunge, extend hand down, twist to side. Elsu formed a quick rhythm of threes, a waltz of sorts. Right high, right low, left high, left low, and repeat, dagger in right hand. Then switch to left hand, same movements. Back to right, reverse grip, then to left, reverse grip. The dark haired youth quickly switched hands and repeated the exercise over again, thrusting into an imaginary enemy. He stopped after a moment, content with his warmup, letting his warm breath cloud the chilled air. Dark eyes searched the pit and his body followed soon afters, dagger grasped loosely in his hand and he trotted over to Kreig.
The man was shorter than him by a few inches, but was more muscular and generally more experienced in life. Two years were enough for the Kelvic to appear as though he was in his late teens, but two years were only two years, and didn't count for much otherwise. Whatever. Hopefully Elsu would manage to be quick enough on his feet to avoid the bite of that sword, although getting close enough to harm his opponent? That was going to be a different story altogether. Looked like he was going to get plenty of training in defense.
A grin stretched across his face as he tapped on the squire's shoulder with his free hand, body tapping his foot against the ground impatiently. "Wanna fight?"
