2nd Summer 513AV
“One, two, three! One, two, three!”
It was the ringing clatter of a wooden sword against the shield that made Fallon raise it to badly protect herself. In the balmy summer heat, the squire was paired up once more with another, the groups once more doing the rounds in embarrassing those who were less capable at combat. She was indeed rather useless with the shield, more so as a second and third blow rattled against it whilst she simply hid behind it, hunched over with her hands defensively held around her head. A blow struck at her in the knee, the wooden long sword from her opponent throwing her off balance. Her arms unfurled and flailed wildly, arms beating at the air whilst the rest of her struggled to keep itself upright.
The wooden sword hit her in the gut, and the squire doubled over as her obviously more compentent opponent pushed her about the grounds. Her fingers gripped tightly around the wooden Tulwar, her teeth clenching as she let out an underlying growl followed by a clear shout of “Petcher!” at the top of her voice. The boy squire almost seemed surprised by her sudden outburst of language and energy, enough so that her wild hit swiped at him and clattered against his own shield. The next, wild and uncalculated slash came, arching round from her right and into his left side. Wood clattered against wood, as she threw herself at him, her shield arm leading her forth. The two surfaces collided, a crunch of materials as the girl squire began the use of brute force against her opponent.
She hacked against him, her left hand clenching around the shield punch grip, legs straining as she dug her feet in. The boy squire bashed his shield against hers, throwing her off balance, his long sword tip darting out from behind it. The point was thrusted into her side, and the girl was forced to stagger back. She brought the shield across her out of reflex as the long sword once more came arching round. Further back she was pushed, an onward assault from the squire whilst she herself was left to doing little more than feebly defending herself. The sword rattled overhead, clipping the shield as the squire once more stepped back and out of the path of the continuous clattering. She gave him a quick jab with the tulwar, and felt the tip vibrate against his shield, before he struck at her. In one fell swoop she was sent upon her back, the sky arching above whilst her back slammed into the ground. Stunned her oponent left whilst she came to terms with her loss.
“Fallon!” Came a seemingly angry voice. From her crumpled position on the floor, Fallon looked up to see the steps of her patron coming closer, an unamused scowl fixed upon her face. She gave a nod of the head “Sera Drova, it’s been a while.”
In honesty, the squire had seen very little of the patron all of the spring season, she was either off with the other squire she was watching over, or doing work for the order. And so, Fallon was left once more to her own devices. Wincing she clambered up to her feet, before looking at her patron and the scowl that remained still fixed on her face “Can I help you Sera?”
The Knight leaned down towards her before rubbing at her brow and released a long sigh, “I have come to check on your progress.” Fallon for the moment was silent, her focus torn between the words of her patron and slowly rolling about her joints and stretching out limbs. She scratched at the edge of the shield, before finally turning up her eyes to the knight “Check my progress?”
“Indeed,” the Knight rubbed at her brow “To see how you are faring with my absence and to see if you are up to speed with your training…” she drifted off “Though… I will presume that will be far from the case.”
It was almost out of reflex that the squire swallowed. She knew how limited her capabilities were in fighting and combat, how she was mostly useless with the bow and riding. But it was however still early days, and there was still plenty of time to develop and grow. No?
“When you’re ready, I will see how you are doing with the sword and shield…” her patron gave a smile “And we will see how you are doing there first off. After that we will see with the bow and the horse.”
"Is this a challenge Sera? A test?"
"Yes... yes... I suppose you could call it that. Come on then. Take up the sword and shield."
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It was the ringing clatter of a wooden sword against the shield that made Fallon raise it to badly protect herself. In the balmy summer heat, the squire was paired up once more with another, the groups once more doing the rounds in embarrassing those who were less capable at combat. She was indeed rather useless with the shield, more so as a second and third blow rattled against it whilst she simply hid behind it, hunched over with her hands defensively held around her head. A blow struck at her in the knee, the wooden long sword from her opponent throwing her off balance. Her arms unfurled and flailed wildly, arms beating at the air whilst the rest of her struggled to keep itself upright.
The wooden sword hit her in the gut, and the squire doubled over as her obviously more compentent opponent pushed her about the grounds. Her fingers gripped tightly around the wooden Tulwar, her teeth clenching as she let out an underlying growl followed by a clear shout of “Petcher!” at the top of her voice. The boy squire almost seemed surprised by her sudden outburst of language and energy, enough so that her wild hit swiped at him and clattered against his own shield. The next, wild and uncalculated slash came, arching round from her right and into his left side. Wood clattered against wood, as she threw herself at him, her shield arm leading her forth. The two surfaces collided, a crunch of materials as the girl squire began the use of brute force against her opponent.
She hacked against him, her left hand clenching around the shield punch grip, legs straining as she dug her feet in. The boy squire bashed his shield against hers, throwing her off balance, his long sword tip darting out from behind it. The point was thrusted into her side, and the girl was forced to stagger back. She brought the shield across her out of reflex as the long sword once more came arching round. Further back she was pushed, an onward assault from the squire whilst she herself was left to doing little more than feebly defending herself. The sword rattled overhead, clipping the shield as the squire once more stepped back and out of the path of the continuous clattering. She gave him a quick jab with the tulwar, and felt the tip vibrate against his shield, before he struck at her. In one fell swoop she was sent upon her back, the sky arching above whilst her back slammed into the ground. Stunned her oponent left whilst she came to terms with her loss.
“Fallon!” Came a seemingly angry voice. From her crumpled position on the floor, Fallon looked up to see the steps of her patron coming closer, an unamused scowl fixed upon her face. She gave a nod of the head “Sera Drova, it’s been a while.”
In honesty, the squire had seen very little of the patron all of the spring season, she was either off with the other squire she was watching over, or doing work for the order. And so, Fallon was left once more to her own devices. Wincing she clambered up to her feet, before looking at her patron and the scowl that remained still fixed on her face “Can I help you Sera?”
The Knight leaned down towards her before rubbing at her brow and released a long sigh, “I have come to check on your progress.” Fallon for the moment was silent, her focus torn between the words of her patron and slowly rolling about her joints and stretching out limbs. She scratched at the edge of the shield, before finally turning up her eyes to the knight “Check my progress?”
“Indeed,” the Knight rubbed at her brow “To see how you are faring with my absence and to see if you are up to speed with your training…” she drifted off “Though… I will presume that will be far from the case.”
It was almost out of reflex that the squire swallowed. She knew how limited her capabilities were in fighting and combat, how she was mostly useless with the bow and riding. But it was however still early days, and there was still plenty of time to develop and grow. No?
“When you’re ready, I will see how you are doing with the sword and shield…” her patron gave a smile “And we will see how you are doing there first off. After that we will see with the bow and the horse.”
"Is this a challenge Sera? A test?"
"Yes... yes... I suppose you could call it that. Come on then. Take up the sword and shield."
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