Markus took the compliment with a simple nod. Although he didn't scoff at such recognition of his abilities, it was not the reason why they were here. He was there to teach them how to survive, not to stroke his own ego and devastate the squires. They needed a high morale for the next day. But did that mean he was going to give them a victory? - Nope. That would be dishonest. They'd have to claw their way to that victory. Every inch of the way and then when Markus lay broken as he did before Razkar, they would be ready. "Good. Work together as a team." Bolivar seemed much more eager to attack Markus. There was a determination in his steps. Fallon behind him, looked less than thrilled with the encouraging words Markus had given her, but Markus felt that that habit of hers to shield rush was a dangerous habit that ought be changed. But soon Fallon vanished in behind Bolivar and awaited her moment to attack. But Bolivar's attacks where frequent and they held the energy Markus wanted to see. The shield swung down to first block the low strike, affording him a glance over the shield to see that Fallon was still hidden. The next strike was higher, shield raised and Markus bit his teeth together, hoping that Fallon used this moment to get behind him. Markus felt the power of the strike against the shield. The squire had some strength in those arms. Wonderful. Markus caught the attention of the smaller squire in the small gap between his shield and shoulder pad. She was almost in the perfect position. But as Markus' gaze was diverted, he caught Bolivar's next attack. Aimed directly for his face. Instinctively Markus moved the shield directly between the two and he felt the power and heard the sound as the axe struck the shield. His words, distracting as they were left Markus wondering just what Fallon was doing. But he could not turn away, not this time. This was exactly the situation Markus never wanted to be in a real fight. Fighting on both sides with little room to manoeuvre on. A tactical nightmare. This time Bolivar was relentless in his attack and there was no time to turn and react to Fallon. He had to take a gamble and protect the most vital spot. Markus moved the shield back trying to use the top part of the shield to cover the back of his head from attacks. Markus hated the defensive and he lapsed into his aggressive method of counter attacking. Swinging the sword down to block the strike of the great axe mid swing. Before Bolivar could sweep Markus away. His next idea was to redirect his right fist smack middle into Bolivar's face in an uppercut. When he felt a strike push his right shoulder down. Fallon had struck - briefly forgotten about her. A scowl appeared on his face, briefly, before it was replaced with a smile. He could continue fighting, the wonders of the armour, but the duo had struck him and that had been the purpose of the training. To get them to work together. But Bolivar's words had surprised him, why had he spoken out? Fallon should have struck earlier as well. Had Bolivar stopped Fallon from striking earlier. "Stop! Well done. Can you see, when you continue pressing the offensive, Bolivar, I have no choice but to continue focusing on you. Giving Fallon the opportunity to strike. Fallon, if you get into this excellent a position tomorrow, feel free to kick or stomp the opponent right in the back the knee. Should topple them over and one of your opponents should be grounded. Aim for the weak spots, but considering they are your fellow squires, try not to hurt them too bad. - But as I said, be creative, don't get stuck in a familiar pattern." Markus said as he stepped out of the terrible tactical position so he could look at them both again, head moving between the two as he spoke to them. Eyes sizing them up, judging any effect the battle had had thus far. |