Timestamp: Fifth of Summer 516av
Location: Antinous Training Grounds
Location: Antinous Training Grounds
It was fairly warm and sunny. As Synas light shown about Syliras and the rest of Mizahar precious land the people so dearly love. A land of which contains if both good and evil doers. Mankind that is also different and people have changed in ways that could never be imagined.
The capital of the Syliran domain, Syliras. The home of Sylir and the Windoak and the home of the Order that is occupied by a group of knights, squires, and pages of all sorts. By sorts; meaning race and gender. The people even. A man swathed in metal armor clung to his short broadsword with haste as he whacked the blade against the wooden dummie.
Ser Xervos, a Knight that's an uncle of the man swinging the blade stood just a few steps behind Ferrin. Observing him with a look of question and curiosity. Waiting for him to strike with the right pose. The dirt beneath the men kicked up as they walked ever so slightly. The archs above allowed enough of Synas light in to make the roof of the Training Grounds feel more open then segregated.
Ser Xervos stood disgusted and he cocked a brow. "That's how you swing a blade? I thought I've showed you how to swing a blade. Your form with the shield is weak. Keep your feet up and use more thrusts." The Knight barked as he walked around to Ferrins side. Ferrin sighed slightly and nodded. He gripped tightly onto his shield and pretended to prevent a strike from hitting his chest. Ferrin thrusted his blade at the dummie it struck hard against the already chipped wood. Then he withdrew.
"Maybe you'll learn better by fighting someone else instead of someone who can't fight back, eh?" The Knight said to no one in particular. He was merely thinking out loud and was lost in thought. Their wasn't much people out this early in the morning. A few others were sparing and what not. Then, another few were sharpening their blades. Ferrin didn't see anyone, not yet. Until another man was alone on the other side of the Grounds. Ferrin didn't know what he was doing, though maybe Ferrin could spar with him? "What about him?" Asjed Ferrin simply. Pointing his blade at the man across the Grounds.
"Sure, sure." Ser Xervos said in reply as he started to walk over. "Hey you? I haven't seen you here for awhile. Would you like to train with my Squire here. He needs a little... Help with his shield work. Can you?"