Swords in the Stone
|| 21st Summer, 514AV || Outside the Narvaen Stables || Midday
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|| 21st Summer, 514AV || Outside the Narvaen Stables || Midday
Her muscles were already aching, which both disgraced and embarrassed Ayatah.
Have I been out of the jungle for so long?
The answer was of course, yes. But the half-Eypharian, with arrogance so similar to that of her paternal race, had assumed that her absence from Taloba would not negatively impact on her fitness levels. She had gained very little weight since residing in Zeltiva (as a child Aya had heard horror stories of great warriors returning to Myri's kingdom with fat bellies having spent all their time outside the jungle eating and sitting), though it was clear now that simply not getting fat was not enough to upkeep a Myrian-level of fitness.
Ayatah breathed heavily and stretched her arms, holding one at her hip and lifting the other up over her head, reaching for the sky. The stretch pulled at her waistline, and the half-Eypharian grunted appreciatively. She allowed herself another two chimes of stretches and resting, before she picked up the two double-bladed daggers once more.
The Eypharian people apparently specialised in dual wielding, and it was with some guilt that Ayatah had decided to learn the same skill. The Myrian people were strong and brutish in their fighting styles; something Ayatah, with her long limbs and slender frame, could not compete against. But speed, and agility, were both in her favour.
Unfortunately, Aya was not quite a master of dual wielding yet. Should someone be observing her, they would undoubtedly notice the unsure way she held herself, how her left hand was a good two or three ticks behind the right. Her actions were far from the smooth, mirrored movements that the Eypharians were renown for.
Her feet were positioned at shoulder width, and Ayatah stood at a slight angle from her imaginary enemy. She held both daggers in a reverse-facing position, and with deft little footsteps she shifted herself forwards and to the right. Her right hand jabbed forwards - quickly followed by her left, which arced out in a clumsy swing. Even the slowest of enemies (real or imaginary) could have easily avoided the attack.
Have I been out of the jungle for so long?
The answer was of course, yes. But the half-Eypharian, with arrogance so similar to that of her paternal race, had assumed that her absence from Taloba would not negatively impact on her fitness levels. She had gained very little weight since residing in Zeltiva (as a child Aya had heard horror stories of great warriors returning to Myri's kingdom with fat bellies having spent all their time outside the jungle eating and sitting), though it was clear now that simply not getting fat was not enough to upkeep a Myrian-level of fitness.
Ayatah breathed heavily and stretched her arms, holding one at her hip and lifting the other up over her head, reaching for the sky. The stretch pulled at her waistline, and the half-Eypharian grunted appreciatively. She allowed herself another two chimes of stretches and resting, before she picked up the two double-bladed daggers once more.
The Eypharian people apparently specialised in dual wielding, and it was with some guilt that Ayatah had decided to learn the same skill. The Myrian people were strong and brutish in their fighting styles; something Ayatah, with her long limbs and slender frame, could not compete against. But speed, and agility, were both in her favour.
Unfortunately, Aya was not quite a master of dual wielding yet. Should someone be observing her, they would undoubtedly notice the unsure way she held herself, how her left hand was a good two or three ticks behind the right. Her actions were far from the smooth, mirrored movements that the Eypharians were renown for.
Her feet were positioned at shoulder width, and Ayatah stood at a slight angle from her imaginary enemy. She held both daggers in a reverse-facing position, and with deft little footsteps she shifted herself forwards and to the right. Her right hand jabbed forwards - quickly followed by her left, which arced out in a clumsy swing. Even the slowest of enemies (real or imaginary) could have easily avoided the attack.
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