Day 22, Season Summer, 510 AV
Nate had set up yet another target dummy for him to shoot at. Well, it wasn't really a target dummy so much as a log that he'd "borrowed" from the Bronze Wood, but it all ended up being the same thing. In truth, he'd really prefer an actual, round, raised target, but part and parcel of being a hunter was making do with what you actually had, not with what you wished you had.
Nate stepped back, setting his right shoulder as he raised his bow arm and drew an arrow from behind his back. The whole motion had become second nature by now, and he took a deep breath as he eyed the target, waiting five ticks before finally releasing the arrow. It flew across the span to embed itself solidly into the wood, going about an inch before stopping, and setting the whole thing rocking slightly before finally coming to a halt. All-in-all, an acceptable shot, although Nate was not happy that it still did not hit particularly close to where he'd actually been aiming. Had that log been a rabbit, he'd have missed entirely.
In any event it didn't really matter. At least he was fairly consistently hitting the target now, and that was the important thing. He reached for another arrow, only to realize that, in his haste to leave his home today, he'd neglected to bring additional arrows. He knew he was missing something. Nate cursed. Well, that didn't help matters. And he really wasn't interested in walking back and forth between the log and his position to keep firing the same arrow over and over, not to mention eventually that arrow would get splintered an useless.
Deciding to just forget archery training for today, Nate walked over to retrieve the one arrow he did bring, removing his quiver from behind his back to store it there, before marching over to the mats and dragging one over to where he had been standing. It had always been something he'd wanted to do: learn how to defend himself if he lost his weapons. Truth was, that lynx could well have killed him if he hadn't reached his kukri in time. If he'd been better at self-defense, could that ambush have gone differently?
Nate didn't know, but he figured he should at least try to practice some form of defensive martial art, in case he dropped his kukri or in the overwhelmingly likely case something was able to pounce on him in close quarters before he had a chance to draw it. Even if he got better with the short bow, it still would be all-but-useless in those situations, as his encounter with the lynx most definitely proved.
Stepping onto the mat, Nate realized he felt a bit foolish. He hadn't the faintest clue what he was doing, but he'd observed some of the other fighters here duke it out, and figured that the simplest stance would probably be the easiest to mimic. Nate began with both feet about a shoulder's-width apart, then took a step forward with his left foot. He then pivoted his body slightly to the side. Had there been a square beneath him, his feet would have been on the diagonals of that square.
Nate then raised both fists almost to his chin, but did not bring them back to his chest. Then, he bent his knees just slightly and tested the stance. It wasn't one he was familar with, of course, but then he wasn't familiar with any stance. This was just one that he'd seen utilized by many of the fighters here at the Fighter's Pit, and he figured if so many people used it, there was probably a good reason for it. With the fists raised in this form, Nate realized it was pretty easy to throw out a punch or two, and then return to the ready stance fairly easily.
He did this a few times, his left fist snapping out with a quick jabbing motion, before returning to just behind his right hand. It seemed a fair enough beginning, but Nate guessed against a real opponent he'd probably not fair that well.