The brawler swung the longsword at his foe, its blade cutting air overhead as it swung down like a mighty hammer, ready to sunder the foe apaet. But alas the foe was quicker, better, faster as she raised the flat of her blad, tilting so that Kreig's sword would slide and be redirect whilst she slid the blade close, its edge flesh and with a simple draw of the blade she annihilated the brawler "Well petch" Kreig declared as he felt the cold blunt steel of his patron's sword slide across form "Another win for you, ay Sera?"
It was perhaps their third spar of the day, which also marked Kreig's third loss of the day. The air was chilly and the brawler felt a bit snug as he wore the padded armor for this training bout. His patron simply shrugged as she walked a small distance away and resumed a combat position, motioning for her squire to do the same. Kreig nodded, pointing his blade at his patron while spreading his legs apart. His lead hand grasped the lower part of the grip whilst his left gripped the upper.
The Brawler moved forward, flipping the grip of his blade into a backhanded one as he proceeded to run the tip of the blade into the snow and tossed it up in the air. However his movement was too slow as his Patron anticipated such a technique from the brawler, it being a favorite of his. Instead of making any effort to move aside, she moved with the flat of her blade raised horizontally whilst simultaneously shielding her eyes from the bundle of snow tossed at her. Kreig predictably tried to perform another overhead strike but the blade was blocked, his patron kneed him hard and he felt the air knocked out of him. She pressed the blade against his neck and looked at him
" You're quite easy to predict, you know that? " She told him as she stepped away a small distance once more.
"So I've been told..." He supposed that's the problem, he used the same technique far too often.... he flexed his arms and popped his neck as he rotated it side to side. Fact of the matter was that for him to fight the way they wanted, they proper way, as much discipline as it gave him; made him quite predictable. For a brawler predictability was a weakness, it was why whenever he went up against actually foes he'd be sure to throw in moves that no sane person would.
She motioned for Kreig to take up a battle position and so he did. It was his fourth loss of the day "Sera?" Kreig called out.
" Yes Kreig?"
"Can we go all out?" He asked, his patron hesitated at the question... she was fully familiar with the way the brawler fought. She supposed that's why she thought the long sword fitted him, it being such a versatile weapon meant that a fighter like Kreig could use it quite efficiently if he thought of the proper ways to do so... the proper out of the box ways. She knew he'd find them fun...especially against a fully armored opponent, it's what those seemingly out of the box techniques were for. She sighed and nodded, what annoyed her about the brawler as that he loved his own style far too much... she couldn't blame him really, it's how he fought for years and there was no way she could undo that.... especially since it worked so well for him " Very well, Kreig. all out it is"
Kreig grinned widely at that, he loved fighting his way as he pointed the blade at her. With a howl, something Ser Titus had been teaching him on the side on the basis that a good battle cry would cheer his allies and pretty much terrify his opponents. Kreig had to remember something about it, it all came from the stomach, for it to work it had to be as loud and mad as blood crazed wolf. Sera Natasha would have a few words with Ser Titus about that soon enough, being that she was on the receiving and she had to admit it was a tad unnerving, even more so because quite frankly she did not wish to receive a headbutt or any heavy handed punches which the brawler was so fond of.
Kreig swung the blade in a chopping diagonal motion, his patron bringing up the flat of her blade to the side to block it. It was then she noticed the lack of strength behind the blow, her eyes noting his left hand had been removed. On instinct, she ducked as Kreig launched a savage left straight punch.... then felt the hand take the back of her head and grasp her by the hair, Kreig pulled her head back and attempted to then ram it into his knee. However Sera brought her arms together to negate the majority of the blow, all though later on her arms would regret, she reversed the grip of her blade and struck the pommel upward, striking the brawler in the neck.
Kreig stumbled back, gasping for air as the blow cut off his breathing breifly. It was quite unexpect but he couldn't let this brief moment of weakness be the end of him as he let go of his blade and jumped back . He looked at his Sera, a blood thristy grin on his face... she in turn looked back, as if unsure she should get closer
"AH, now Sera.... that was mighty brutal of you" The brawler chuckled, only now realizing he had lost his blade. He shrugged mentally, it was no great lost... He'd be getting it back later.
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It was perhaps their third spar of the day, which also marked Kreig's third loss of the day. The air was chilly and the brawler felt a bit snug as he wore the padded armor for this training bout. His patron simply shrugged as she walked a small distance away and resumed a combat position, motioning for her squire to do the same. Kreig nodded, pointing his blade at his patron while spreading his legs apart. His lead hand grasped the lower part of the grip whilst his left gripped the upper.
The Brawler moved forward, flipping the grip of his blade into a backhanded one as he proceeded to run the tip of the blade into the snow and tossed it up in the air. However his movement was too slow as his Patron anticipated such a technique from the brawler, it being a favorite of his. Instead of making any effort to move aside, she moved with the flat of her blade raised horizontally whilst simultaneously shielding her eyes from the bundle of snow tossed at her. Kreig predictably tried to perform another overhead strike but the blade was blocked, his patron kneed him hard and he felt the air knocked out of him. She pressed the blade against his neck and looked at him
" You're quite easy to predict, you know that? " She told him as she stepped away a small distance once more.
"So I've been told..." He supposed that's the problem, he used the same technique far too often.... he flexed his arms and popped his neck as he rotated it side to side. Fact of the matter was that for him to fight the way they wanted, they proper way, as much discipline as it gave him; made him quite predictable. For a brawler predictability was a weakness, it was why whenever he went up against actually foes he'd be sure to throw in moves that no sane person would.
She motioned for Kreig to take up a battle position and so he did. It was his fourth loss of the day "Sera?" Kreig called out.
" Yes Kreig?"
"Can we go all out?" He asked, his patron hesitated at the question... she was fully familiar with the way the brawler fought. She supposed that's why she thought the long sword fitted him, it being such a versatile weapon meant that a fighter like Kreig could use it quite efficiently if he thought of the proper ways to do so... the proper out of the box ways. She knew he'd find them fun...especially against a fully armored opponent, it's what those seemingly out of the box techniques were for. She sighed and nodded, what annoyed her about the brawler as that he loved his own style far too much... she couldn't blame him really, it's how he fought for years and there was no way she could undo that.... especially since it worked so well for him " Very well, Kreig. all out it is"
Kreig grinned widely at that, he loved fighting his way as he pointed the blade at her. With a howl, something Ser Titus had been teaching him on the side on the basis that a good battle cry would cheer his allies and pretty much terrify his opponents. Kreig had to remember something about it, it all came from the stomach, for it to work it had to be as loud and mad as blood crazed wolf. Sera Natasha would have a few words with Ser Titus about that soon enough, being that she was on the receiving and she had to admit it was a tad unnerving, even more so because quite frankly she did not wish to receive a headbutt or any heavy handed punches which the brawler was so fond of.
Kreig swung the blade in a chopping diagonal motion, his patron bringing up the flat of her blade to the side to block it. It was then she noticed the lack of strength behind the blow, her eyes noting his left hand had been removed. On instinct, she ducked as Kreig launched a savage left straight punch.... then felt the hand take the back of her head and grasp her by the hair, Kreig pulled her head back and attempted to then ram it into his knee. However Sera brought her arms together to negate the majority of the blow, all though later on her arms would regret, she reversed the grip of her blade and struck the pommel upward, striking the brawler in the neck.
Kreig stumbled back, gasping for air as the blow cut off his breathing breifly. It was quite unexpect but he couldn't let this brief moment of weakness be the end of him as he let go of his blade and jumped back . He looked at his Sera, a blood thristy grin on his face... she in turn looked back, as if unsure she should get closer
"AH, now Sera.... that was mighty brutal of you" The brawler chuckled, only now realizing he had lost his blade. He shrugged mentally, it was no great lost... He'd be getting it back later.
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