Timestamp: 27th of Summer, 500 A.V.
Alone, just outside his longhouse, Atl busied himself with chores, beginning preparing a long piece of wood to be used in a cooking fire later. Pulling the solid log across his shoulders, he breathed out once before making for the back where he knew the wood axe to be. The wood, taller then him, was harder than he expected to balance across his back, and with every shaky step he exhaled with effort. He desired no help though, even though his young muscles trembled with effort as he progressed inch by excruciating inch. His sister had done well to dissuade him of such notions to the point it could be said he feared aid in the task save for the fact he'd been taught that fear was a weakness, and so he thought himself beyond that.
Rolling his right shoulder slightly, he adjusted the log's place across it's shoulders, feeling relief as the pressure shifted, the adjustment lending him momentum as he propelled himself forward with each determined stride. The majority of weight spread across the center of his shoulders, and his strides wide spaced enough to keep balance as he walked, he managed to keep the log across his back while he walked, yet he couldn't stop the rigid wood from digging into his flesh with every bouncing stride, drawing his face into a slight grimace that grew more defined the closer he got to his goal.
At least he didn't have far to go this he knew, and the knowledge kept him intensely focused.
Such was the care that it took him several moments to register that he was where he needed to be, and releasing the log, he shrugged off the burden with a roll of his shoulders, the heavy length of wood striking the ground with a thud. Oddly so, his body went numb with the action, and falling to the ground he laid back to rest his head on the log, taking time to take in gulps of air.
His eyes flashed open as he felt something crash into his side, knocking the breath from him. He should have expected such a strike he realized as his eyes locked on to the form of his sister, and he remembered that all important lesson that had slipped his mind in his sheer exhaustion. Never rest during the hours the sun was up, especially not on his back, blissfully unaware. That more than anything seemed to enrage his sister.
"Get up" She growled, moving to strike him with the butt of her spear again but he was already rolling away, and scrambling to his feet having expected a second strike coming. Rising from the ground, he barely managed to get his feet under him before he found himself forced to dodge to the side and again to the other side as she charged forward, thrusting madly for him. Slipping under yet another quick strike, he managed to find the hilt of the wood axe, but couldn't put it to good use as she was already coming at him with another strike, and throwing himself to the side, barely dodging.
Extending his arm, he swiped wildly for his sister's knee while he scrambled forwards, grinning foolishly when she gave ground. With the ground immediately in front of him vacated, he climbed back up onto his feet, swiping every once and a while in a effort to keep his sister at bay. Surprisingly his haphazard strikes were keeping her from even striking at him as she seemed to him to be more concerned with dodging his strikes than in attacking him. The axe, much heavier than the wooden sword he was used to carrying, brought him closer and closer to his sister with every strike, the young boy being practically dragged by the momentum of it, yet zealously he continued striking thinking the advantage was his. After all, he had his sister on the defensive for once.