Closed Practicing Steel

[Avrial Stalinsa]

10th Of Spring 516AV

The Stalinsa decided she wanted more time to practice dual wielding so she unsheathed her swords and felt there heft in steel and wood in her hands. Her right hand swayed in an outward cutting stroke and she twisted her wrist three quarters of the way so the flat of her sword wrapped around her waist as her steel sang through the air her left hand quickly followed in pursuit as it sailed and twisted so the flat of the curved edge would wrap around neck and shoulder.

In an attempted synchronized fashion each sword took off, and found itself wresting on the adjacant side in the opposite position.

This time she took that sophisticated attack pattern and bombarded a wooden dummy the weighted tips of her kilij caused her furious sword strokes to burst into the wood sloppily chopping bits and pieces of it off with every cleaving though inaccurate motion. She swung hard but unified attacks though possible were still just out of reach as she'd break fluid movement periodically. She kept striking until finally the training equipment widdled down and only sported a protruding stick of a stump where it's neck should be and that was quickly shaved down by a whirring sword stroke from her left side.

She had recently reached a level with her swords that allowed her left hand to move ambidextrously as an equal too her right but she still had alot of work to do if she ever hoped to polish her skills into a more formidable weapon. The biggest thing was her left hand could move independently but had issues when moving in unison. She tightened her fingers around the handles of her swords and breathed in and exhaled to calm her rattled nerves.

She closed her eyes and started feeling her inner djed, and began siphoning power from her right side as the djed was pushed through the neural pathways from towards the left with a sudden burst of raw unbridled power that sent her sword into the dummy blowing into it's torso with a thunderous crack that echoed like a cannonade in an explosion of splintering wood. Even just a little djed what little she had to give her personal magic was enough to do things she otherwise could not. But there was a price for such meddling as her left arm and hand felt sore from the shear impact of her magic induced might. But as her sword sunk itself deep into the wood it had become lodged forcing her to twist and pull cranking forwards and backwards to finally free it.

She moved on towards a second dummy and took a moment to assume a grounded combat stance before slowly punching at the dummy face getting a feel for how the action felt while holding onto her swords. It felt supremely awkward but she continued the process of short controlled punches at close range as she envisioned an opening she made a note to punch the face vertically and flushly with her knuckles wrapped in the plate of her gauntlets.

Movement was easier while she sported grieves and gauntlets.

[Avrial Stalinsa]

Each sharp punch came and then Avrial twisted her wrist and dragged it down using the face punch with a neck slicing riposte. She would alternate the left hand and right hand as she would then punch and slice the neck she liked how methodical the technique was stun then kill. She practiced the punching and downward slicing pulling motions in a rythmic motion so it would be a strike that would come out one one fluid motion from either side. That's what made her so dangerous any side her attacks could come from and they would be fast and controlled and just as deadly.

Another controlled combination of dual wield and unarmed riposte she could perform came from an uppercut motion with the pommel of her sword followed by a fast and sharp chop to cleave an imaginary skull open. The strikes came in slow motion at first learning the mechanics of the punch with the pommel for maximum leverage followed by that unforgiving death stroke.

Avrial took a moment or two to concentrate drawing djed from her left side this time and focuding it into this fishnet like tapestry that wrapped around her body that was embedded within the muscle and metephysical fibers of her mortal coil. This metaphysical outline of her form contained within flesh was the connecting points between thr Physical and Astral Body, and then it came a sudden burst of djed was released through those universal pathways. The movement was simple as the area of effect, was her right arm as she pulled energy from her left in a downward hammer strike enhanced by flux and her pommel to pulverizing the top of dummy skull with a thwarting Crack sound as the impact force was absurdly unnatural and way more then needed to bore a crushing hole into an adversaries skull.

Taking a step back she would begin going over her basic thrusting techniques as she waited for her body to cool down from the flux enhanced moves. She had to be careful not to abuse the flux while she trained, but she wanted desperately to integrate unarmed dual wield and flux into one premium combat package.

[Avrial Stalinsa]

The unranked knight a good few feet away from the training dummy began practicing her ability to thrust with her kilij. Many made the fool hardy mistake of thinking the swords pronounced curvature could not thrust properly but contradictory to that popular belief when wielded properly it could do a lot of things conventional straight blades could not.

Her left hand hooked out launching the curved blade at the dummy neck when this happened the right hand sprang into action completing the same technique on the opposite side. Avrial stepped out and thrust forward pitting the swords cruel barb into the armpit of her imagined armored foe and then stepped back and then out on the other side to complete the series with her other hand. Continuing her stabbing strikes the next came mid level the right sword swooped in towards the spleen and the left sword punctured an imaginary liver. Both sword thrust forward into the sola plexus, and then she bent at the knee and thrust up between the legs into the groin she changed stance and applied this same technique to the other hand.

Her next strike was with her foot as she stepped forward and followed through with a front kick to the dummies sola plex area, she stepped back and this time channeling djed through the pathways in her upper body she directed the magic energy through the temporal circuitry of her being to Flux kick the dummy so hard it was sent reeling backwards despite it being grounded by a support weight as it heaved over with a thudding splintering crack as wooden supports gave way to the power of the flux.

[Avrial Stalinsa]

The unranked knight looked at the training dummy that had fallen on the ground with an emphasis on her face that screamed disgust. She was mad at herself for her perceived failure as she thought about how she had lost self control and injured herself with the personal magic.

But she walked over to another combat dummy.

Taking a step back and assuming her battle stance she took a few moments to fine tune this, creeping her feet out and widening her stance so she could really put her legs, back and stomach into her strikes and started her rotation she'd twist her body and bend her arm as if to elbow the dummy in the jaw and then glide the sword out to cut side of the neck as her arm withdrew, once again the same skill was transfered over to left side as she used the same effort and care to execute that left handed cutting motion.

She then went over a synchronized array of partying and attacking motions, her left hand would twist it's handle and use the arcing steel like a hook to claw an imaginary weapon out of her way so her adjacent hand could swoop in swiftly to counter strike an imaginary exposed sword arm and once again then pattern was artfully recreated on the adjacent side.

Once again her sword thrust upwards to bring the rolling tip of her sword into the carved out chin of the wooden dummy and then her left hand followed suit. Sera Avrial continued her fluid sword movements but mixed it up again with unarmed as she pretended to block a strike and then kick the dummy between the legs with her armored shin, and then she switched her stance and pretended to deflect and riposte the dummy with the same hand she then stepped out and met the shin of her adversary with her own that was dripping in steel.

She knew how dangerous the Flux was but she knew better then to draw everything she had as her last run in with over giving had been brutally severe it was a pain she hoped never again to experience but there was a certain level of satisfaction she could not ignore the taste of magical might this arcane allure that bordered on addiction and fringed on madness.

But she taped that vein anyway gently easing trace amounts of djed into the metaphysical matrix of this woven fiber that existed between two alternate states of being and simply struck out releasing her minor augmentation that caused her arm to lash out like a blindingly fast bull whip as steel skirted the dummies wooden throat in a whirring motion as steel sang it's signature song in the air

[Avrial Stalinsa]

She noticed it was alot easier to move around while not wearing literally eighty plus pounds of armor on her form. It was easier to move briskly but at the same time she felt exposed without her breast plate and pauldrons on there was no chain mail or clumpy padded armor she felt great without the hindrance but without feeling bogged down the Stalinsa felt uneasy and exposed as she took time to think about this to herself. She could see the difference and feel the difference but in order to grow she would need to wear plate like it were a second skin. She needed to grasp onto the physical training to build herself up at some point.

She drew in her swords and sheathed them as beads of sweat rolled down her arms as her hair looked like it had a bucket of water poured on her. She wanted to continue and held onto her swords she drew the right sword out of the sheath with her left hand and struck the dummy with it. She took the left hand and drew her other kilij free with that same pulling motion to release the sword that hung lazily on her adjacent hip. As her steel freed itself the swords arc allowed it to snap out like a lashing viper as the curvature allowed the sword to be swung out of its sheath in similar fashion to other curved blades like scimitars, katana or cutlass if it had the right kind of bend.

She didn't dare risk using Flux again, as she was exausted physically. That was it for Avrial today, as she sheathed her swords and sat down for a breather.

[Aladari Coolwater]

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