[Shinyama Pavilion] Its More Than a Pointed Stick (Solo)

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The Diamond of Kalea is located on Kalea's extreme west coast and called as such because its completely made of a crystalline substance called Skyglass. Home of the Alvina of the Stars, cultural mecca of knowledge seekers, and rife with Ethaefal, this remote city shimmers with its own unique light.

[Shinyama Pavilion] Its More Than a Pointed Stick (Solo)

Postby Dhatzu on May 27th, 2011, 4:43 pm

Timestamp: 25th Day of Spring, 511 AV
Location, 3rd Floor, Shinyama Pavilion
Purpose: Skirmish Sword Training
Status: Closed, Solo

The training room Dhatzu had been instructed to use was already occupied by several others, both acolytes and shinya practicing a variety of arts. The clack of wooden training weapons and the huffs and grunts of men and women exerting themselves in training echoed around the chamber.

Aleto had instructed Dhatzu that, once he completed his meditations, he was to work with his weapon until his sponsor's arrival. The student found his recent reflections to be rewarding, and his soul was particularly peaceful. Dhatzu learned that when his spirit felt that kind of well-being, his movements became relaxed and fluid, more like water in a stream rather than a series of motions perpetrated by a collection of bunching muscles in stilted succession.

Taking a seat on a bench along one wall, Dhatzu took the skirmish sword and laid it across his lap. The haft of the weapon was perhaps a meter long, constructed of smooth hardwood. At the head was an iron blade almost two feet long, one edge honed to a fine sharpness. At the butt of the weapon was a metal spike about half a foot long in length. Dhatzu tugged a rag free from his belt. The cloth held a hint of oily resin, the aroma of which Dhatzu found very pleasing. He caressed the wooden handle of the weapon with care, almost lovingly. Once he was convinced the wood had absorbed enough oil and it took on a rich color, The student laid the rag aside.

Slowly he rose, taking the skirmish sword in his right hand, pacing a few steps out onto the wood planked floor. Setting his feet shoulder width apart, his left slightly ahead of his right foot, which cheated out to the side slightly. Dhatzu bent his knees, flexing them to feel the strength and mobility in his young joints, halting with them slightly bent. Taking the weapon in both hands, Right hand closer to the head, left below, he raised it until the blade was poised beside his head.

Pausing in his readied stance, the acolyte took several deep, measured breaths. In his mind's eye an opponent materialized before him, a roughly humanoid shape armed with a staff. It was a mental aid that he conjured up to help in performing his katas. The apparition offered strikes and blocks that coincided with those his instructor had taught him, giving the student motivation to perform his attacks and defenses with intent and precision.

The first phase was a series of blocks. Knees bending a bit more, his body coiling slightly, Dhatzu held his breath for a moment, then blew it out and burst into action. His spectral sparring partner unleashed a barrage of attacks. Dhatzu's response was a series of blocks that followed a logical order, wielding the skirmish sword much like a staff, using the sword blade to block phantom blows, the spike end being tucked under his arm with each aimed movement. A blast of air was expelled with each move, as his mentor explained that it added a little more punch to your strike.

Every block is a strike, Aleto had said. Dhatzu swung the weapon with jarring intent, high to the left, high to the right, low left, low right, each time meeting his imagined foes attack. In a move that he particularly favored, included by Aleto only after ceaseless harping, Dhatzu held the weapon horizontally and delivered a closing strike to his ghostly enemy by thrusting the wooden haft into his face.

Dhatzu stepped back, lowering the weapon. His breathing was quickened, his heart rate stirred. Then he shook out his arms and prepared to continue.
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