[Training] Maestro of the Arts

by **Sevris** on August 9th, 2012, 10:25 pm

22nd Day of Summer 512 A.V

-Training: Riding and Longbow

Sevris finished putting on some leather armor from the barracks within . He thought he'd better get to training early today. He had a quota to meet. He got saddled up on his horse as he was preparing it around the archery field. He thought he'd get some horse ridding in today, featuring a longbow borrowed from the barracks.

The Apprentice steadied the horse as he put on his bow and quiver. Then began taking short laps around the archery range, which had a few people there but it was early morning training session and the rest of the Apprentices and Soldiers would still be sleeping.

Poising himself he started off with some rudimentary shots, getting the feel of the shot from on top of a horse. About 10 yards away lay a target that he was facing. Sevris drew an arrow back, and let it go as he took aim at the target. The arrow flew strong, but it ended up being off, flying a couple of feet shy of the target, more than a few inches away from the center of the target.

He tried these shots more and more, moving the horse back and forth trying out different angles. A few more hit the targets shots but most of them just lay outside the target zones, definitely a lot more kill shots was what he was hoping for.

He retried his arrows, trying a new movement by galloping back and forth to try and ride steady enough to shot the arrows. He cocked one of the arrows back and let it sing through the air to his first target. It hit the outside ring, but he found his next few shots would barely hit the board at that.

Concentrating did all it could, but he only managed to land one near the center of the target. After finishing a whole quiver of arrows. He sighed as he took a break, this was challenging, but practice makes perfect. Perfect they say? That type of mentality could get you killed in Miza, or saved depending on what your looking at.

He took the horse to the Bloodbane stables and began doing practice runs with the horse. Trying to flesh out the horses jumpiness when he tried to sprint. To no avail, he didn't quite get the sprint speed he was hoping for. He was unfamiliar with this, but he would keep at it. As of now he had some bouts with other Apprentice's in the order. They did this to prove who was more dominant in their form of combat, it was time for Sevris to participate and make a name for himself.

by **Sevris** on August 9th, 2012, 10:35 pm

Training: Sword, Observation, Unarmed Combat

The air was stale of old sweat and must. Not a glamorous place but the Barracks served a purpose. Sevris removed his hood from over his head to get a better look at his opponent. Arcadian stood only few feet away from him, looking defiant as ever. The Apprentice was hard pressed about the situation. My rival. Yet he was pitted against you in the spars as a show of power, which he had no qualms for losing.

Sevris reached towards his sash and pulled out his sword. Arcadian mimicked the same movement. Both readied themselves at the same time. It was time to test his apprentice skills. Sevris removed his cloak and threw it aside and readied himself in the attack form, then dove forward weaving his sword towards Arcadian. But the Apprentice surprised him; he was in front of Sevris in a heartbeat.

Surprised Sevris stabbed forward and Arcadian parried it aside and the two began to attack each other vigorously. The Apprentice was indeed faster then he was, and he couldnt quite get past his defense because his blade was there before he could make contact.

Arcadian grunted as Sevris landed a strong blow against his shield that would have decapitated him, then both swung their swords simultaneously and locked blades. They struggled for an only a couple seconds before it was apparent that Sevris was the stronger of the two.

Finally Sevris broke the lock and parried Arcadians sword aside, leaving him open for a second. Sevris took advantage and tried to stab the boy in the stomach, but his opponent recovered quicker than Sevris expected and managed to block it. But Sevris did manage to graze the left side of Arcadian's ribs.

Hoping to finish him off Sevris called his might to his aid; he bashed his opponent with well placed kicks across the room. Landing on the floor heavily Arcadian rolled to a stop after being sent across the Barrack floor for about a few feet. Sevris felt the brusing as he landed. He didn't show it but Sevris knew he was in pain and was trying to deal with himself. Now was the time to strike.

Arcadian firmly swung a blade in the air to connect to Sevri's head, but it glanced off his sword leaving him opened for a second, all the time he needed to send a swift kick blow to him, landing nicely in his stomach. The boy hit the ground backwards and tried to recover, but Sevris's sword drawn on him, the unwritten law saying you have lost.

by **Sevris** on August 10th, 2012, 6:31 am

Sevris Ninsun sat on his heels in the somewhat pitch-black Training Hall room in Vitrax, his hands on his knees. One of those hands, the right in this case, held the symbol of the order he served: A Sword. It was customary for students to meditate in darkness before any form of exercise, as visual distractions proved difficult to be rid of with the younger Apprentice. Though the darkness hid his features, beneath its inky-black veil was a dark haired man, nearly twenty years of age and his hair tied back into a long ponytail, which reached down to in-between his shoulders. His eyelids were closed in concentration, but they housed large, bluish-gray eyes that still sparkled with youth, and rimmed with long, black tipped eyelashes.

His skin was pale, and his face looked like the face of a person who was more accustomed to scowling, but beautiful nonetheless. The physique that was concealed beneath his simple tunic was perfectly formed, tight and taut muscles covered by a healthy layer of his pale skin, to the disappointment to his competition.

He was concentrating hard, trying to let himself be swept away into the eternal flow that was the life force. His entire life, Masters and fellow Apprentices have commented on his powerful presence, but for all their talk, he had no results to show them. He didn't doubt in his potential, but his control of that potential was another matter entirely....

It didn't matter now though. He was preparing for a simple sparring match, but hardly any sparring match was considered simple by a student when the opponent was an apprentice of Ebonstryfe. The Apprentice in question was somewhere else in the dark room, and as part of the exercise, the boy was not allowed to speak. This would make the determining the exact location in the room impossible to pinpoint, as he was trying to be proficient at the arts of stealth. No, he would get no help in this exercise but from his own reflexes.

He waited for what seemed like a millennium, when, suddenly, he heard the movement of someone coming across the room with not muxh precision but it was obvious what direction he was coming from. Like a flash of lightning, Sevris darted up from his former position and waited to be attacked, and took out his Double-bladed Sword in one swift motion.

He raised it high over his head as he charged, intending a powerful downward chop. The boy summoned all his courage and control to stand firmly in his original spot, his legs and feet unmoving. He then summoned all his strength as he raised his blade into a high, horizontal block to defend against the Apprentice’s attack. It seemed like it took him forever to complete his menacing move, but in reality, it was only a few seconds.

His cyan blade once again collided with his sapphire-blue one, and the sheer force of it made the boy feel like his arms had gone numb. But the block held, and the boy and the Apprentice's were forced to press their Swords against each other in what had come to be called a "blade lock". They pressed and pushed against the other’s blade, hoping and trying to gain the advantage. They held the lock for a few moments, neither combatant gaining any ground.

Finally, Sevris opponent jumped back, putting himself out of range of any counter-attack from the boy. But, he didn't jump far enough, and soon, Sevris was all over him like white on rice. A flurry of quick strikes kept the Apprentice on the defensive, and the form of the boy's strikes revealed his to be quite skilled in the ways of Unarmed Comba, the way of the White Tiger, or most commonly known as Shien. The barrage of offense continued to flow from the boy for a few moments. Sevris and his blade collided dozens of times in a matter minutes. Finally, it began to turn the tides, first putting in a counter strike behind a few of his parries, but it escaladed from there. The man understood.

The Apprentice was holding back on his assault, wanting to make his think he had the edge. But the boy expected it, and began to switch modes from his unrelenting offensive to his quick, efficient defensive. It wasn't easy though. The Apprentice's strikes came just as fast as hiss, but the fatigue in his arms from the offensive combined with the Apprentice's more powerful blows forced his to use every defensive move he had, as well as a many evasive ducks and jumps.

Then he saw it. Once again, the Apprentice raised his Sword over his head for a horizontal downward strike. To exhausted by his previous antics, he raised his own Sword to a horizontal position once more. He fully expected that it would fail, either by his own fatigue or from some new trick the Apprentice had up his sleeve.

The Apprentice's blade collided with hiss once more, and once more, they were put into a blade lock. But this time, the Apprentice had the advantage, having relaxed with easy defensive moves for much of the fight. Slowly but surely, his blade inched forward, overpowering the boy's fatigued arms. But, the boy had one last trick up his sleeve. He let the Apprentice push forward, giving him the idea that he would win. Then, with one swift motion, he sidestepped, creating a fulcrum out of the Apprentice's incessant pushing. His Sword's blade was flipped back by the Apprentice's shove- just as Sevris used the second blade from the other side of its hilt. It came within inches of beheading the Apprentice before he halted its progress, holding it menacingly near the back of his neck. They held perfectly still in revelation of the surprise win.

by **Verilian** on September 18th, 2012, 9:57 pm

Sevris

+1 Riding
+1 Weapon (Longbow)
+2 Weapon (Double Bladed Sword)
+1 Unarmed Combat

You Question My Logic? :

Lores: n/a

Notes: Just remember to play things within your skill level. All the fancy swordwork and stuff like shooting from horseback are beyond Sevris at the moment. You will get there, but remember that playing your character as a beginner is just as important as when he becomes an expert.

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