The training grounds were as busy as ever, the rain was light, not quite a hindrance as it was mere droplets that fell upon their heads. The rain would stop at times and would simply go on again after the passing of a few bells, it was a tad annoying, but... one just had to get used to it. Kreig certainly had to as he ran in full plate 'Gods this is heavy' He did not like full plate, he disliked full plate...he detested to a degree that was inhuman yet he bloody well had to get used to the thing.
'Bah...it's not fair to say I hate it' True enough, he simply hated how constrictive it felt. He hated how long it took to wear the damnable thing.....but he knew that if he ever had to wear it on a mission it would perform its job of protecting its wearer admirably. The fact he was running in it annoyed the petching shyke out of hit, but as he kept telling himself 'I just have to get used to it'
Its weight was of course a major factor as he ran in it, it slowed down his movement and caused his muscles to tire quickly. Even the helmet was an annoyance as it obscured his vision, he could only see through the small slits in front of him and as he rolled his eyes to the side he could see nothing. His peripheral was obscured, his muscles tired with each step and all he wanted to do was complain.
" You're doing well Kreig " Came the words of encouragement from Sera Natasha as she watched the Brawler run around, slowly and very awkwardly, in the armor. Kreig was rather certain she was giggling on the inside, perhaps the memory of when she was but a young squire and had to go through the same thing resurfaced, and she was secretly enjoying the bit of suffering her student was going through? Perhaps.... it was the fact that a 27 year old man was trying to get used to it and his odd movements simply struck her as funny? or just as likely perhaps, it was both? Whatever the reason Kreig mumbled under his helmet as he moved like a horse dragging a carriage with Kale Belmont as its passenger .
"Sera, since....your" He huffed as he ran in the armor, his breath trying to catch up while his muscles tried to get used to the strain it was under" ...Standing about...giving such words of encouragement....How about you....tell me...of the order's history" Natasha couldn't help but let a light smile creep up on her, obviously delighted and amused by the fact he of all people asked.
" Once your done with training, then we will speak of it" Natasha said, Kreig simply groaned as he continued running with the armor, mentally muttering curses about his patron, the armor, the order and the bloody weather. All just angry emotions, yet he thought the situation warranted it for the moment.
like a mantra he told himself he simply had to get used to it, after all he had gotten used to living here, gotten used to its laws...although he still stuck to his own personable belief of justice, something he hoped that he can perhaps cause it to work in tune with that of the knights. However, the was something for another time, this was the here and now as he continued cursing silently the armor he wore.
It was the passing of 30 chimes that he stopped running, he wanted to collapse ....actually he promptly did so as he dropped on the earth of the training ground. Natasha approached him with a wooden sword, tapping slightly at the helmet "Kreig, still breathing I hope?" Kreig mumbled loudly as he didn't quite wish to be disturbed " Ah, still breathing.... well once your done napping I expect you to do some sword swings, run a few more laps, spar, few more laps and then back at your dorm so I can tell you the story of how the knights came to be" She was smiling widely now, partially because she wondered how long it would take him to realize that only half of those instructions were true... she decided to keep that to herself for the moment.
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'Bah...it's not fair to say I hate it' True enough, he simply hated how constrictive it felt. He hated how long it took to wear the damnable thing.....but he knew that if he ever had to wear it on a mission it would perform its job of protecting its wearer admirably. The fact he was running in it annoyed the petching shyke out of hit, but as he kept telling himself 'I just have to get used to it'
Its weight was of course a major factor as he ran in it, it slowed down his movement and caused his muscles to tire quickly. Even the helmet was an annoyance as it obscured his vision, he could only see through the small slits in front of him and as he rolled his eyes to the side he could see nothing. His peripheral was obscured, his muscles tired with each step and all he wanted to do was complain.
" You're doing well Kreig " Came the words of encouragement from Sera Natasha as she watched the Brawler run around, slowly and very awkwardly, in the armor. Kreig was rather certain she was giggling on the inside, perhaps the memory of when she was but a young squire and had to go through the same thing resurfaced, and she was secretly enjoying the bit of suffering her student was going through? Perhaps.... it was the fact that a 27 year old man was trying to get used to it and his odd movements simply struck her as funny? or just as likely perhaps, it was both? Whatever the reason Kreig mumbled under his helmet as he moved like a horse dragging a carriage with Kale Belmont as its passenger .
"Sera, since....your" He huffed as he ran in the armor, his breath trying to catch up while his muscles tried to get used to the strain it was under" ...Standing about...giving such words of encouragement....How about you....tell me...of the order's history" Natasha couldn't help but let a light smile creep up on her, obviously delighted and amused by the fact he of all people asked.
" Once your done with training, then we will speak of it" Natasha said, Kreig simply groaned as he continued running with the armor, mentally muttering curses about his patron, the armor, the order and the bloody weather. All just angry emotions, yet he thought the situation warranted it for the moment.
like a mantra he told himself he simply had to get used to it, after all he had gotten used to living here, gotten used to its laws...although he still stuck to his own personable belief of justice, something he hoped that he can perhaps cause it to work in tune with that of the knights. However, the was something for another time, this was the here and now as he continued cursing silently the armor he wore.
It was the passing of 30 chimes that he stopped running, he wanted to collapse ....actually he promptly did so as he dropped on the earth of the training ground. Natasha approached him with a wooden sword, tapping slightly at the helmet "Kreig, still breathing I hope?" Kreig mumbled loudly as he didn't quite wish to be disturbed " Ah, still breathing.... well once your done napping I expect you to do some sword swings, run a few more laps, spar, few more laps and then back at your dorm so I can tell you the story of how the knights came to be" She was smiling widely now, partially because she wondered how long it would take him to realize that only half of those instructions were true... she decided to keep that to herself for the moment.
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