Spring 5th,
518 A.V.
518 A.V.
The Khopesh.
It was Nayato's primary weapon of choice. It was a weapon designed to have a thick blade because the blade was curved, able to apply an intensely greater pressure to its target than a straight edged blade. As Nayato stood just on the edges of the beach of Syka with his weapon in his right hand, he held it upright to slash it downward in a heavy arc to slam the blade into the trunk of a random tree standing on the treeline away from anyone walking The Cobbled Pathway.
“One, two, press, four! One, two, press, four!”
Nayato swung the Khopesh in rhythm with each of the commands. The commands were ones being shouted at him by the flickering image his female ghost companion. A ghost clad in the warn armor of a squire in the Syliran knights. Jaleh was the ghost of a deceased squire who'd latched onto him since they shared the same goals. Nayato allowed her to live vicariously through him in hope that she'd find peace with him. But that also meant she always wanted him to be training in his free time.
“One, two, press, four! One, two, press, four!”
He swung his arm to guide the blade of the Khopesh into the tree with a diagnal slash, then in a backwards arch gashed at the tree with the back end curve of the blade, then lifted his left hand to raise his buckler shield. When Jaleh yelled press, Nayato flexed his left bicep to brace his shield arm. Then pressed his heels into the ground to shoulder bash the tree. it caused the near area to ring out with a horrid clang of steel against wood before the Squire leaned back to slash in an upward ark with his Khopesh. The upward slash sent bark and bits of the trees soft vegetation flying.
In a way, Nayato had realized that the weapon handled more like an axe when it was swung, but was controlled like a sword. Its slight trait towards being unwieldy was due to its extra weight. And yet, that also made it perfect for blocking.
All of the shouting and loud banging was enough to draw the attention of the settlement's defender, Buraga Shamzen. "Good form, but the follow through leaves much to be improved. Likewise, a tree won't fight back." The rather imposing looking human said while resting a hand on the hilt of the longsword on his hip. Nayato stopped in mid swing to greet the person who'd started to chat with him.
"Trees seem to be in abundance, so using them for practice seemed a good place to start." He said while waving his khopesh in front of Jaleh's face to get the specter to stop shouting commands. "Enough. Calm yourself." He said in a soothing tone to ease the ghost back into a proper civil mindset.
"I'm never one to turn down helping someone train who would aid in defending the settlement. So if you are up for sparing with another person, lets test your metal. It will also save many trees from your wrath." Buraga said with a slight chuckle. Nayato nodded to him and followed the Settlement guard out onto the beach where they stood across from each other in preparation to begin.