Completed [Antonius training grounds ]For Drinks!! (Fallon)

[Kreig Messer]

10th of Fall, 513 AV 8th bell 30th Chime

It was...well it was a rather decent morning, The blistering heat of summer had become the cool breeze of fall which would eventually become the excruciating freezing winter 'But now... its just Fall' Breathed the brawler a sigh of relief, Yesterday evening marked his return from his camp at Stillwater lake and he had to admit....he missed his bed.


It was a busy morning at the training grounds and everyone seemed more enthusiastic than they were during summer 'For obvious reasons' Few like Fallon preformed their training at night rather than day to escape the blistering heat but during this season he imagined everyone would training at the same time.

In his right he held his personal wooden longsword, a weapon that he was ,quite slowly, improving with and in his left a wooden shield...something he hasn't been improving as much. The nrawler signed at the thought and then suddenly felt an itch beneath the padded armour he wore... a similar itch crept up beneath the helmet of the same material.


The reason he was equipped with such items was a rather simple reason.... He was going to spar with Fallon, so,etching that left him a....tad....uncomfortable especially after certain events during latter half of summer. Sera Natasha made it clear to him though by training with Fallon he would be helping her learn to defend herself, and while Kreig didn't like the idea of Fallon having to fight, being squires in the order and the fact he couldn't shadow her for entire days meant that she had to and he just had to grudgingly accept that fact.



One silver lining however, and Kreig was giddy at the mere thought, was the personal bet between the two of them. He swung the blade around enthusiasticly, trying to warm himself up before they begun the spar, though he found it uncomfortable swinging the blade one handed and while the other held the shield with the other...far more used to holding the blade with both.

He turned his gaze to Fallon, a cheeky grin on his face "Prepare your coin purse my dear, your mizas will be serving a good cause by filling my body with drink"
x

[Fallon]

Fallon bounced on her toes, knees bending slightly at the input of force. In the crisp Autumn air, the squire had forced herself to adjust to a new, forced sleep pattern. No longer did she train in the late bells, instead now it was time for the more normal times that squires were expected to train. And so in the balmy early morning she dragged herself to the training grounds, wood tulwar and shield in tow. She only gave a nod to Kreig as greeting; she had not seen a lot of him after the events in the cave both had obviously chosen to keep themselves to themselves. For the better no doubt, for Fallon managed to claw back and find some resolve. Or at least the ability to force down and bottle up her weaknesses behind a mask.

It was the only way she could keep herself going, by pouring a large amount of her grief, rage and anger into training. And if not into training then into drinking down whatever she could get her hands on. The more alcoholic the better. Taking in a deep breath she pulled at her padded jacket and then the straps that held the shield in place. Between that and the skin her shirt hugged at her form, protecting her from the discomfort of the rough fabric. The helmet however she discarded, it was far too big for her and had a tendency to hamper her sight. Something that would do more harm than good.

Bones clicked gloved hands tightening around the hilt of the wooden Tulwar. He had longer reach than her, that was the advantage of his blade. She rolled on her shoulders, the left and weaker one slightly more, encouraging her joints to warm up and loosen. She tested the ground with her boot, fingers flexing slightly as she listened to his jovial joke.
“Filling your body? Surely you mean mine?” she gave a snort as she got into position, “I do drink a lot, you sure you have enough coin for such expenses?”

Wetting her lips she stepped round, extending the blade out and bouncing the tip off the floor. There was no rush, there was no hurry. Things were going to go at her pace, her speed. She brought the small shield before her, left arm leading and the tip of the Tulwar peering over the top in a teasing fashion. Shoulders lowered eyes boring over the top of him as she remembered her training with the shield. Not that it was a lot, but it certainly was going to be better than nothing.

Right now though she was going to let him come to her, she needed to work out his try technique. How he fought, how he defended, to look for openings and exploit them. She inhaled, and let out a call, “Come at me jingles! Come on prove yourself better!”

[Kreig Messer]

"I'm sure I cann afford the drinks.... but I do so prefer my coin to stay where it is. It doesn't want to part from daddy, you see?" Kreig said as he pulled a single miza from his pocket and gave it an exagerrated kiss "Daddy kovrs you, yes he does" Kreig groaned at hisbown action but then chuckled regardless as he placed the gold rimmed miza into his pocket. He tilyed his neck left and right, emitting a few 'crack' or 'pop' sounds and felt somewhat relaxed by them.

He raised a brow as he heard the nickname he was just given "Jingles... really?"Secretly he loved it, but masked it with a tone of mock disapproval. He took a battle stance, then moved forward towards Fallon.

He himself wanted to test the waters, his sword raised as he threw a light swing over head, his shield ready to be raised up in case she decided to bash him with hers. He would then jump back and swing the blade again in a vertical slash going upward and then just settle for taking the defensive 'They drinks, they will be mine'

"Come on Fal Fal, give me your best shot"
x

[Fallon]

Oh, really now? We’ll see about that.

Eyes focused down upon him, boring almost into his own as he gave his little speech. Not that it lasted long for soon enough he closed in with a swing. She lifted and tilted her shield slightly, arm extending out whilst she herself stepped back. The hilt of the tulwar came back with her the point withdrawing so it was behind the small shield. Dropping her shoulders she pulled back further and to the right, choosing to stay fully out the way of blows that came. The slash upwards went past, clipping across her shield and sending her weight onto her rear foot.

Fallon sprung forward, forcing momentum through her rear foot and forward. Toes pressed off, the tip of the tulwar glaring keenly over the edge as she went to push both weight and shield into his right side. Speed was vital, it made every moment, and although she did not want to use brute force it was necessary at the moment. The blade would then come racing round, taking him across the back. In theory at least.

“Clink, clink, clink. Is that jingling I hear?” she spoke in a mocking tone. She dug her legs down, knees bending to absorb force and impact, whilst allowing some form of movement. Her feet from there would then drag her round regardless, aiming to bring herself around to his exposed back and then would once more strike against him. Her aim however was for his legs, not his back. If you disable the legs you slow down the movement of the opponent after all. The tulwar raced out, shooting forwards as she hoped to make their mark.

Faster. Swifter. Stronger! Take him out!

“Hurry up! Got to go fast if you’re against me Jingles!”

[Kreig Messer]

'Nimble, ain't ye?' Kreig thought as Fallon avoided both his blows, with only his upward strike grazing against the shield and setting her off balance slightly, he was about to follow only to be immediately be placed on the defensive as she sprung forward and attempted to slam him with her shield, using the power of momentum to get the job done 'Don't think your the only one who can dodge... I've been fighting more than you missy' Still, it did not mean he should underestimate her, for the greatest of warriors can be brought by the most inexperianced novice. Her aim was for his sword arm, accordingly he had to quickly bring up his shield, hers colliding with Kreig's as his feet stood firm to absorb some of the force. He then had to quickly spin as he raised his blade to block the incoming strike from her curved blade 'I've had enough of those back in Sunberth'


"Actually that's your own coin purse, its asking to be free and use it itself to buy me a nice warm ale" The Brawler grinned as he kept his eyes on her. Her nimble movement reminded him of a boxer's, specifically a certain type that always used speed to move in, throw a strike, then move out and repeat it all over again 'It is a tad bit annoying' He thought as he moved himself slowly, fighters like that had a tendancy to strike where the slower fighter was more exposed 'Makes the lot of you a bit predictable' And sure enough, Fallon had aimed to strike him, albeit not the exact same place, in the back as he spun around and swung his shield to knock the Tulwar away. He had to admit, Fallon was adapting to the blade faster than he was, as well as with the shield... he admired her for that and at the same time cursed himself 'I'm lagging behind' He thought.

"careful what you wish for Fallon" Kreig told her as he stepped in before she would move away, holding has sword with a reverse grip as he closed in to lunge with a strike from his pommel, he raised his shield between his shoulder and above his calf, ready to move it quickly as he knew that the primary danger of curved weaponry was that they were cutting weapons, a simple pull as Fallon jumped back could take his shield arm or disable one of his legs. If she happened to block the attack with her shield or was quick enough to jump back than it was likely enough she would do just that, in preparation Kreig would be able to block it and move forward again and bash his shield against hers. Kreig was the stronger of the two, so it was quite possible he'd push her off balance and using that to advantage he'd stab one of her legs with the Longsword.

"I'm quick enough to win..."
x

[Fallon]

It was as the pommel came up and the space between them was closed, that Fallon chose to change her tactics. The pommel made contact with her gut, her jaw clenched tightly as her knees bent with the force of the impact. A low, hissing growl escaped, eyes burning over the lip of her shield at him. The tulwar was deflected, the dulled thud marking that as his own shield was moved in the way. She cracked her against his, wood grinding against wood as she found some steady ground. There was a bash, followed by a distinct crunch as the two opposing forces struck. For a tick, she was forced back, brow knitting together into a scowl. She leaned back onto her heel, the space between forming before she swung herself forward. The shield was raised, her eyes glaring at the rim of his shield at the shoulder.

“Got to go faster Jingles!” she gave a shout as she glared into his eyes, “Faster, swifter, stronger!”

Her smaller shield shot forward over the top of his, and then promptly dropped so the two pieces were locked together. Her arm traced the top his shield as she pulled all her strength into locking it into place. The tulwar arm came racing round. It arched up and over the top of the shield, the tip wavering slightly before she aimed to bring it racing down in the levered space between him and the shield. Once in between him and the shield, she would throw her weight against the shield and press it firmly with the keen edge of the wood sword against him. If that did not work, then she would simply pull herself to the side and rip herself free from the current hold she had put herself in. One way or another.

“That it?”

[Kreig Messer]

Kreig was impressed by how she held her footing, his shield against hers, wood against wood as he tried to push her of balance, and she bravely took his blow although he was sure it was quite painful. He let a wide grin creep up on his face, he was having quite a bit of fun at this. She looked quite angry at him for striking it though, Kreig felt a little guilt, but he always subscribed to the belief if your going to fight, your agreeing to not complain when you get hurt. So whatever Guilt he felt was quite minor and would only last a bit, a small apology here and there unless Fallon was a sore loser, of that he was not sure of but nonetheless, he just grinned as she now stood a very short distance away from him.

"Faster, swifter, stronger? I think you're forgetting a few things as well" Tough he was certain they didn't have an 'er' in them. She suddenly changed tact though, no longer keeping her distance and instead wrapped her shield over his and locked in place 'Well petch' Kreig thought as he did not see that coming, he did see what was coming next however as she raised the blade over the shield, its back pressed against. Having an inkling of whats going to happen Kreig reversed his grip again, bringing the flat of the blade in front of him just as it clashed with the Tulwar's blade. Kreig's grin grew wider as Fallon broke away to the side.

"No.. not it" Kreig responded as he flipped his grip once more and threw a horizontal swing from his right, expecting it to be blocked or deflected, he would bash his shield against hers once more then quickly bring his blade behind her shield and press the blade against her arm and perform a draw cut, making her lose the use of one of her shield arm 'If she wants craftiness, let's get crafty'

x

[Fallon]

The blow hit of course, but was not blocked by the shield. She let it however push her away, the reverberating force throw her to the side and skimming past his shield bash. There was a stagger into a tumble, with no fixed restraint upon her arms as he tried to mimic what she had done before. She gave a twist away, sliding backwards and out of reach. Even she would not fall for the same trick any time soon, so she would have to think differently. Outside of the box and her capabilities. Inhaling deeply, Fallon returned to a more defensive stance. The shield at the front, the Tulwar point hovering just behind its inner edge.

Gently she rocked upon her toes, her eyes burning upon Kreig as she took a slow, gentle pace round. Eyes turned, searching and waiting for a moment of weakness in his defence. From there she would exploit it the best she could. Shoulders rolled, her front knee bent as she pushed herself once more and aimed to slam herself against the brawler with full force, shield first. If the blow hit however she would not waste any time bouncing back from the impact. The tulwar came whipping round, her feet elevated above the ground as she took momentum and worked with it. Feet skidded across the floor, before once more she pushed off. Shoulders bobbed and weaved, the blade striking out once more, quick steps focusing on closing the gap then bouncing back into safety.

Words were no more spoken, only the eyes burned upon him searching for gaps. She stepped in again, blade first this time aiming for cleanly slicing him across the torso. From there, regardless she would continue to close in, bringing the small shield in across her torso and the inner curve of the Tulwar across the outside of the shield, with the hilt towards the bottom. From there, who knew what was going to happen, her only thought now though was getting in and closing it off.

Here goes nothing!

[Kreig Messer]

'Petch...' on the one hand, he bashed her....on the other...it wasn't her shield, instead she pushed back out of his reach, the intention for a draw cut foiled. Kreig wondered if she did so intentionally, after all... .why damage your body for something like that unless you suspected something similar to what Kreig did earlier would happen 'Ah, but this is fun' He thought as a maniacal grin appeared on his face and licked his lips 'Fun indeed' He thought as he raised his shield before him, Fallon had quickly regained her bearings... she took a more defensive stance 'Caution...always necessary...always a possiblity of it being a hindrance'

She glared at him again, that stare that would just cow others....at the moment it didn't frighten him, he was in his element, his playing field 'It should be you who is to be afraid of me' Kreig thought as he let out a bloodthirsty chuckle as she circled him, he adjusted himself accordingly. Then suddenly, as it always were, she charged at him... shield forward and sword arm ready 'yes..sword arm ready' he could see it clearly, the movements of her shoulder, it told him everything about her next blow. Her shield didn't obscure it, he could see it so clearly as her shield bashed into his with all the momentum she could muster. There was respectable force behind it, but not enought... not enough to cause this experiance fighter to falter, only add fuel to the fire that is his enjoyment.

She momentum to charge in once more, her blade ready to strike against his torso as she moved close. He raised his blade again in backhanded, blocking the slice while fallon pressed her shield against the back of the blade to give it more strength while he raised his against the flat of his to increase his defense. All the while he grinned at her maliciously, he was just enjoying this, there was momentum behind it 'MOMENTUM' He thought as he suddenly rotated himself around her, hoping to use the momentum to cause her to stumble forward as he then swung his blade horizontally across from left to right, hoping to run it across her back to achieve victory. still... he had his precautions as his shield was raised slight, ready to block or knock away any retaliation Fallon could conjure up.

x

[Fallon]

It was with great speed that Fallon begun loosing enthusiasm.

Kreig obviously was not going to give any time soon, nor was he going to drop his somewhat ridiculous idea of a bet. He just kept on blocking blow after blow, taking no damage when she herself had taken a few clippings here and there. And soon to be an additional few when the last of her. She was thrown off, the blow clattering across her back with a mighty whack. She gave a tumble, shoulder crashing first the floor the sound of wood ringing out next to her. For a moment she was still, her chest heaving for a moment before she pushed herself up. The squire gave a glance at Kreig, her shoulders sagging slightly.

What was the petching point? He was just going to knock aside anything she tried to do like it was nothing. It did little for her morale to say the least. He was just going to play as a brute and a bully, and there was no hope for her to be able to fight against that. It would just be easier to let him win. Clambering up to her feet, she brushed off the dirt and gave him a sombre look.

How pathetic.

She exhaled and brought the shield up once more, the tulwar held loose in her grip. Her stance was not much, the shield was forward facing, her fingers turning slightly around the hilt. The blade was brought forward and across her, her shoulders resting inwards. There was a gentle sway on her toes, a rock to keep the blood going whilst her eyes remained fixed on him unblinking. Watching and waiting for an attack. She was not going to give any, she found little point in doing so. He was just going to block all of them anyway, so why waste energy? Better off just letting him have his fun and be done with it.