87th Spring 513AV
8th Bell
Fallon held the Tulwar tightly in her hand, her fingers having tightened themselves around the hilt. For a change she was using the live blade instead of the wooden one, practicing her form and getting use to the idea of using steel over wood. She metal was drawn from the scabbard, a hiss escaping as the surfaces trembled against each other. Staring at the surface, she looked it over a glint of her reflection appearing there before the rays of the spring sun caught its surface. Her eyes narrowed down the edge, her arm trembling as she got use to the weight that was now placed upon it.
She gave it a nervous slash and felt the heavy tip drag her round and her once loose wrist towards the floor. She gave it a blink, and looked upon the straight edge once more, and down to the tip. Inspecting it closely, she gave it a tap with her finger, before extending it out once more. Her stance was made, the tip pointing upwards to the sky as she went onto her toes. Her left arm went behind her, coiling into a fist and so prevented the temptation of trying to support the blade with two hands instead of the one. Her shoulders rolled backwards as she carefully moved round so she rested parallel with the blade. The tip extended forwards her wrist continuously having to pull it back to keep it level. Eyes narrowing down upon it, the girl felt her elbow drop at the additional strain a heavier weapon. Her fingers tightened, her wrist going stiff along with the rest of her form, making it uncomfortable to say the least.
It thrusted forward, the rest of her arm following after it, the access weight dipping it downwards. She brought the tip up, flicking it up into the air whilst her eyes fixated upon it. She moved her wrist gently, watching the point tremble and move, snaking around in a circle and then gliding it downwards. The tip carved out and ‘S’ shape in the air and with a final turn of the wrist she continued to out to her right, the heavy end arching round. Bringing it back before her, she felt the weight once more in her hand, before giving an advancing slash before her.
The girl followed after it of course, slowly at first, but as the blade picked up speed so did she. Her left side went forward, the hand that she had once tucked away behind her shooting out fingers extending out then closing tightly. She yanked her left arm back, whilst reeling it in. The sword arm went forward, the body contorting round as if she had pulled something in close with one, whilst the other would have conducted the main amount of damage should there have been a foe there. The blade went sideways, ripping through the air as it turned on its horizontal and then too far. She staggered, unsteady footing being her downfall as she went upon her side. The Tulwar was released, tumbling against the grass bank whilst Fallon herself went in the opposite direction.
Her knees hit the floor, hands shortly after, and the squire was left breathing heavily whilst her eyes remained ever locked upon the ground beneath her.
“Best just try again,” she muttered under her breath.
She gave it a nervous slash and felt the heavy tip drag her round and her once loose wrist towards the floor. She gave it a blink, and looked upon the straight edge once more, and down to the tip. Inspecting it closely, she gave it a tap with her finger, before extending it out once more. Her stance was made, the tip pointing upwards to the sky as she went onto her toes. Her left arm went behind her, coiling into a fist and so prevented the temptation of trying to support the blade with two hands instead of the one. Her shoulders rolled backwards as she carefully moved round so she rested parallel with the blade. The tip extended forwards her wrist continuously having to pull it back to keep it level. Eyes narrowing down upon it, the girl felt her elbow drop at the additional strain a heavier weapon. Her fingers tightened, her wrist going stiff along with the rest of her form, making it uncomfortable to say the least.
It thrusted forward, the rest of her arm following after it, the access weight dipping it downwards. She brought the tip up, flicking it up into the air whilst her eyes fixated upon it. She moved her wrist gently, watching the point tremble and move, snaking around in a circle and then gliding it downwards. The tip carved out and ‘S’ shape in the air and with a final turn of the wrist she continued to out to her right, the heavy end arching round. Bringing it back before her, she felt the weight once more in her hand, before giving an advancing slash before her.
The girl followed after it of course, slowly at first, but as the blade picked up speed so did she. Her left side went forward, the hand that she had once tucked away behind her shooting out fingers extending out then closing tightly. She yanked her left arm back, whilst reeling it in. The sword arm went forward, the body contorting round as if she had pulled something in close with one, whilst the other would have conducted the main amount of damage should there have been a foe there. The blade went sideways, ripping through the air as it turned on its horizontal and then too far. She staggered, unsteady footing being her downfall as she went upon her side. The Tulwar was released, tumbling against the grass bank whilst Fallon herself went in the opposite direction.
Her knees hit the floor, hands shortly after, and the squire was left breathing heavily whilst her eyes remained ever locked upon the ground beneath her.
“Best just try again,” she muttered under her breath.
It's interesting on how Orvin seemed to the 'alpha' of the two member pack. 
If I could give him... 'Human Husbandry', I would! Alright... that sounds really wrong.
