The next round of battle if Garland were to lose, he's have the courtesy to be able to choose his own weapon. The flail was not working for him, he'd rather have something that doesn't swing around when he swings, it was throwing him off.
"Yeah, I'm a squire of Sera Catherine. I've been a squire for... two years now, it's been hard, but there are benefits to it." Garland said, he withheld his current displeasure he had with the structure of the knights.
They trained them to be 'Jack-Of-All-Trades' basically, but after that, they somewhat neglect their training, content to be just unranked, unskilled foot fodder, Garland was not a 'Jack' he specialized in close quarters combat, and he was good at it, being able to beat plenty of the unranked knights, a few of the ranked knights, and possibly others.
But he was still a squire because he had little to no skill in ranged weaponry. Garland shook the thought out of his head and just continued with the spar.
Garland raised up his weapon in a defensive pose, he eyed Micheal, waiting for him to attack, in his mind he hadn't fully registered the fact that his opponent wasn't using a large Bastard sword like he was previously.
Now he was using a smaller cutlass, he was going for fast attacks, Garland did not anticipate that, but he was on the defensive. He would try to block, but he wouldn't expect a feint, especially a fast one.
Garland's footing was a bit off too. If he did manage to not get hit in the first attack, he would swing at Michael's generally direction, but he'd most likely put too much power in his attack and hit himself with his attack, like the bloody idiot he was.
"Yeah, I'm a squire of Sera Catherine. I've been a squire for... two years now, it's been hard, but there are benefits to it." Garland said, he withheld his current displeasure he had with the structure of the knights.
They trained them to be 'Jack-Of-All-Trades' basically, but after that, they somewhat neglect their training, content to be just unranked, unskilled foot fodder, Garland was not a 'Jack' he specialized in close quarters combat, and he was good at it, being able to beat plenty of the unranked knights, a few of the ranked knights, and possibly others.
But he was still a squire because he had little to no skill in ranged weaponry. Garland shook the thought out of his head and just continued with the spar.
Garland raised up his weapon in a defensive pose, he eyed Micheal, waiting for him to attack, in his mind he hadn't fully registered the fact that his opponent wasn't using a large Bastard sword like he was previously.
Now he was using a smaller cutlass, he was going for fast attacks, Garland did not anticipate that, but he was on the defensive. He would try to block, but he wouldn't expect a feint, especially a fast one.
Garland's footing was a bit off too. If he did manage to not get hit in the first attack, he would swing at Michael's generally direction, but he'd most likely put too much power in his attack and hit himself with his attack, like the bloody idiot he was.