Summer, 489 AV
Ragged breaths escaped his mouth, and sweat dripped down his face. His chest heaved in exaggerated movements as he tried to gain some much needed air. Altos still could not control his breathing as he'd been taught to during combat by his uncle. Standing across from him was that same uncle and that sight was equal parts awe inspiring and demoralizing. Damiras Ironheart had the body of a man trained his whole life for war. He stood there with shoulders broad as a mountain itself and a physique extremely muscled and nearly as hard as stone.
"Come now boy, you can't be done yet can ya?" the man smiled and laughed at Altos as if mocking him "Or are you really that weak?" It was an obvious attempt to stoke Altos' anger but he wouldn't fall for it. The last time he had, he'd received a sound beating and a stern lesson. Anger in a fight would blind you, make you quick to chose a wrong decision and get you killed. A small grin was the reward he received for the accomplishment, instantly followed up by a quick step in and a right hook to his stomach.
Altos lowered his left arm and leaned in to try and absorb the blow. He felt the impact even through his Arm, ignoring it he slipped his arms around Dam's waist and lifted him slightly to the air. For a moment they were still and then Altos let Damiras fall backwards into the ground. Scrambling to take a position on top of his uncle he rushed and was rewarded for his lack of caution with a swift punch to the chin. He stumbled backwards face uplifted a little, as he brought his view back to uncle he saw the man was already up and closing on him. For some reason he couldn't focus and was having trouble moving. He felt the palm of his uncle's hand and his feet being kicked out from under him. The world passed by in a flash and he slammed into the training floor which even though it was made of sand still hurt an enormous amount.
Altos' eyes snapped open as he felt a sharp chill all over his body. The sight above him was uncle grinning and holding a bucket that he surmised had been filled with water a moment ago. This was not the first time he'd been knocked unconscious and it was never a fun experience.
"You gotta remember to protect your chin, and your breathing is still horrendous Altos" his uncle now spoke with the stern voice and look of a teacher "Your getting better though" he outstretched his hand waiting for Altos to grab it. Grasping the outstretched hand Altos was quickly pulled up. Rolling his shoulders Damiras walked a couple of feet backwards. "Time for the next round" his uncle said as he settled into a stance.
Grinning Altos decided that if they were going to keep going he might as well have some fun with it. He was going to have bruises tomorrow morning, but then again he usually did. "Are you sure you can keep up old man? Wouldn't want to throw out your back"