Timestamp: 1st of Fall, 511 AV
Returning to Taloba after having done a scouting expedition through the Jungle Wilds always took a certain level of adaption, no longer did Soghar need to camouflage himself or search for tracks of Charodae, Dhani or other creatures. Neither did he have to travel through inhospitable terrain, but as much as he enjoyed being in Taloba, he could never stay within the cityfortress' walls for too long, he had been trained and raised to serve Myri, his people and the army. And after many years of living such a lifestyle, idle hands were something that made him feel uneasy and ashamed. Soghar always tried to keep himself busy in a productive manner, one way or another.
Today was no different, it was the day after he had returned from the dangerous and savage region of Falyndar and, along with his Fang, had been given several days off to rest. Many members of the Fang had chosen to stay at the Garisson in order to train and become more proficient at their skills whilst honing them. Something Soghar was more than keen on doing aswell, but he had been sent a message from his clan that he was expected to visit today for a certain occasion, one that he was not allowed to miss.
Grudgingly he left the Garisson and his Fang, after being mocked and jokingly called a " Chukumu Yala ". Which was retorted by Soghar and the phrase " Filthy Skurak, the lot of ya! " before walking out the building and onto the Training Grounds. Jealousy for his Fang instantly diminished as he saw how the trainees were being slaved by a particularly sadistic and fierce higher ranked Myrian. He stepped around the Training Grounds, by its borders, to avoid interrupting anyone's training.
He was almost by its exit when he suddenly heard a snarl coming from an angry-looking recruit that was running laps around the grounds and passed Soghar, giving him a scorning look. Without giving it a second thought or asking what the young man's problem was, Soghar had already spun on the spot, chased and tackled the man to the ground.
" Got something to say, youngster? " " Petching hell, think you're better than us? Going on a walk while the rest of us have to do this sheit? "
Without a word Soghar pulled back his arm and balled his fist before punching the insulent and lowly man twice in the face.
" Better than you? Petch yeah I am, if you don't want to train, go outside Taloba and we'll see if you make it back in one piece. Kotakbil! "
Soghar was furious with the man, who was busy covering his face in fear of more strikes. The man didn't seem weak, he was rather young and altethicly built like most Myrians, but he was weak in spirit. A coward. Soghar couldn't stand the sight of him, for some reason his very being was an insult to Soghar. Soghar stood up and realized there were several Myrians close behind him now.
' We'd tell you to take this to the Grounds, but since we're here already. Don't let us stop you. ' He said to Soghar with a quick wink.
" Come on, get UP! " Soghar shouted at the coward, who did just that. Rather swiftly even, apparently the man's desire not to be embarassed before others gave him strength and courage.
" Aye, that's more like it! I'll ask you again, got something to say to me, youngster? " Soghar asked the young adult with an amused tone of voice although he still had an angry and stern look on his face. The cowardly man reacted fast, faster than Soghar had anticipated. With an abrupt movement he rushed the short distance between them and started swinging his fists. It was painstakingly obvious the man was a wimp, his blows weren't jabs, hooks or anything like that, they were more like...enraged downward 'fistslaps', much like a toddler would fight in their first spar. Soghar weaved from side to side while methodicly turning his upperbody and walking backwards to make the man continuesly miss. While having no real ability or proficiency in unarmed combat, the man was just so slow and awkward that dodging his blows were only natural. It'd be a grave embarassment for Soghar if he didn't manage to dodge them.
After several missed 'fistslaps', Soghar dodged one more and then quickly pushed his other shoulder into the man, pushing him back slightly before turning his shoulder away from the man's body and while in the movement, giving him a lefthook in the face followed by a straight and forward kick in the stomach, creating some more distance between them aswell as making the man hold his stomach and leaning forward in pain. Soghar wanted to finish this in a bit of a flashy manner so this time he was the one who rushed to close the gap and once he did, he jumped and tried to knee the man in his lowered face. Unfortunately he only graced the man's cheek and temple. But the mental damage was done, the man was trembling and on the verge of crying in fear, pressure and shame.
Soghar felt no pity but he didn't want to trash another Myrian in the ground, no matter how pathetic or disgraceful he is.
" Boy, understand that you will not survive these mandatory years in the army if you don't get your shyke together. "
With that said, one of the Myrians around him took the coward away in the direction of the Garisson. Soghar just shook his head and muttered something inaudible before another Myrian approached him.
" I hope your words and fists got through to him, otherwise he'll remain a liability and probably end up getting his Fang killed. "
" Then make sure that won't happen. " Soghar crudely replied before walking off in the direction of his clan's home, in a worse mood than before. |
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