The longsword, a weapon that’s every part can be used as a weapon. Its tip was used to thrust and stab at an opponent, at an armored foe’s weak points mainly. Its double edges were used to slash at an opponent, its range allowing it to do so at an effective rate. The Pommel was used to pummel a foe if they got to close, or when there was no need for the foe to die, simply subdued. One could grab the blade of a sword and use it to increase the thrust of the blade, or one could use both hands grabbing the blade and use the hilt as a makeshift hammer, more commonly used against armored foes, in a slashing attack would be effective. The weapon was perfect for one such as Kreig, it used every part as a weapon as a brawler would use everything they had available to the same, from their fists to their teeth , from a broken leg off a chair to perhaps a small eating utensil or a cloth. In short, it was the Brawlers weapon.
But Kreig knew none of that, the one to teach never got around to it, and the weapon he had purchased at his insistence along with the training variants were never put to use since the day he purchased them ‘Not anymore, time to get my Mizas worth. Don’t even know what I’m supposed to be doing though….’ He thought to himself as he stood in the middle of the Crimson Edge camp, His Longsword and other practice blades lying on the ground a small distance away from him. One of his wooden longswords in hand ‘I must start small I suppose, crawl before I could walk as, I think, they say’ He thought once more as he gripped the sword improperly, too tightly for it to be used at different angle effectively. If it were as simple as brawling, Kreig could have simply gone into fights and improved his skill with it, but it wasn’t brawling. Brawling had one battle suddenly or simply throwing punches and kicks, learning what works as the fighter battles and, hopefully, survive. Usually they did so at the cost of bruises ,broken bones and lost teeth. But more sever wounds were not rare and thus neither was death, they were common enough. If Kreig were to try and train his skill with the longsword like that he would most likely die from a more experienced foe ‘Can’t do that… I can take a hit from a weapon but those were usually from thugs, those dunderheads know how to use a weapon as much I do’ He considered thoughtfully ‘Would have been fun though….’
As he improperly held the sword He began to swing it around, up and down, left and right and at their respectful angles. He continued to do this for a while, till he realized how uncomfortable it was wielding the wooden blade ‘What I’m I doing wrong here?’ He asked himself, Kreig had seen many a battle between the gangs of Sunberth, wither it was small gangs trying to ascertain dominance or a battle between the dominate factions ‘I was born here….I have many a battle to reference on in my mind’ Indeed, even if he were without the proper instruction, if he were to recall these memories proper, perhaps he could learn a thing or too….
As he searched all the battles in his mind, every single battle he saw as a child till this day. The memories of thugs using their weapons like Neanderthals to the small skirmishes between the dominate factions, he soon found what he needed within those memories ‘Huh…they didn’t look like they were holding it too tightly ’Kreig thought as he examined his own tight grip ‘They had a more easier time to spin their blades, to cut with more ease’ In according to that, Kreig has loosened his grip ‘Perhaps it shall be more effective this time’ As he raised the wooden sword over his head, he brought it down with a mighty force, only for it to slip through his hands and a land a good distance away “Whoops” He said, hoping no one was here to witness that little fiasco…
After a few moments spent to retrieve the wooden blade, he tried again once, although this time a little tighter ‘Okay, here we go’ He raised it overhead once more and swung it down, this time the blade did not fly, in fact, it cut through the air more smoothly then when he held it tighter ‘Gah, even I can tell this needs work’ He thought, again swinging the blade once more at different angles, he continued doing this for a while until….. “Ouch, Muh nose” He grasped his with his left as he accidently whacked it with his wooden blade ‘Dat id not good’ Kreig said, randomly swinging his blade out of anger, only to whack his foot “OUCH” he yelped as he dropped the wooden blade and jumped on one leg, as if a silly dance….. Perhaps that was enough for one day.
But Kreig knew none of that, the one to teach never got around to it, and the weapon he had purchased at his insistence along with the training variants were never put to use since the day he purchased them ‘Not anymore, time to get my Mizas worth. Don’t even know what I’m supposed to be doing though….’ He thought to himself as he stood in the middle of the Crimson Edge camp, His Longsword and other practice blades lying on the ground a small distance away from him. One of his wooden longswords in hand ‘I must start small I suppose, crawl before I could walk as, I think, they say’ He thought once more as he gripped the sword improperly, too tightly for it to be used at different angle effectively. If it were as simple as brawling, Kreig could have simply gone into fights and improved his skill with it, but it wasn’t brawling. Brawling had one battle suddenly or simply throwing punches and kicks, learning what works as the fighter battles and, hopefully, survive. Usually they did so at the cost of bruises ,broken bones and lost teeth. But more sever wounds were not rare and thus neither was death, they were common enough. If Kreig were to try and train his skill with the longsword like that he would most likely die from a more experienced foe ‘Can’t do that… I can take a hit from a weapon but those were usually from thugs, those dunderheads know how to use a weapon as much I do’ He considered thoughtfully ‘Would have been fun though….’
As he improperly held the sword He began to swing it around, up and down, left and right and at their respectful angles. He continued to do this for a while, till he realized how uncomfortable it was wielding the wooden blade ‘What I’m I doing wrong here?’ He asked himself, Kreig had seen many a battle between the gangs of Sunberth, wither it was small gangs trying to ascertain dominance or a battle between the dominate factions ‘I was born here….I have many a battle to reference on in my mind’ Indeed, even if he were without the proper instruction, if he were to recall these memories proper, perhaps he could learn a thing or too….
As he searched all the battles in his mind, every single battle he saw as a child till this day. The memories of thugs using their weapons like Neanderthals to the small skirmishes between the dominate factions, he soon found what he needed within those memories ‘Huh…they didn’t look like they were holding it too tightly ’Kreig thought as he examined his own tight grip ‘They had a more easier time to spin their blades, to cut with more ease’ In according to that, Kreig has loosened his grip ‘Perhaps it shall be more effective this time’ As he raised the wooden sword over his head, he brought it down with a mighty force, only for it to slip through his hands and a land a good distance away “Whoops” He said, hoping no one was here to witness that little fiasco…
After a few moments spent to retrieve the wooden blade, he tried again once, although this time a little tighter ‘Okay, here we go’ He raised it overhead once more and swung it down, this time the blade did not fly, in fact, it cut through the air more smoothly then when he held it tighter ‘Gah, even I can tell this needs work’ He thought, again swinging the blade once more at different angles, he continued doing this for a while until….. “Ouch, Muh nose” He grasped his with his left as he accidently whacked it with his wooden blade ‘Dat id not good’ Kreig said, randomly swinging his blade out of anger, only to whack his foot “OUCH” he yelped as he dropped the wooden blade and jumped on one leg, as if a silly dance….. Perhaps that was enough for one day.
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