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Antinous Training Grounds
Sixth Morning Bell
Ball found himself once again in the Training Grounds of the Knights. It was the first time Ball had decided to leave his mount at the barracks and venture out this way on his own. His diminutive size proved to be a lot easier to get through the crowds and into the grounds far faster than he did with Imass. Ball’s inch and a half rapier was tied to his waist by the strip of fabric given to him by his first Patron Knight.
It was early and most squires and knights would either be downstairs eating, sleeping, or doing whatever they would find themselves doing. Ball’s current patron was a sad example of a knight, he was a fat lazy man with little urge to get up. Ball had only meet the man once since he had returned from the land of monks. And since then Ball had been on his own basically. The squire had spent the last season preparing himself for the future. Practicing with Thorn and purchasing the rapier at his side, that is what the small squire has spent most of his time doing as of late.
Finding himself a large square of open space, it was actually a foot by a foot slightly risen at an angle roofing tile that Ball had found himself to use as a training location. Being only three inches tall, this tile was the perfect size for him to work with, it was four times his height in both directions and it was risen up on one side to provide a slanted terrain.
Standing at the edge of the tile where it was mostly level with the rest of the grounds the miniature clay squire pulled his rapier from it’s sheath, a clumsy movement for sure as he had little practice in doing so. It slid out with a scraping sound before it came free, Ball’s grip nearly being lost as the tip of his rapier found itself free of the leather casing, the rapier tipped awkwardly forward before he got it under control slightly. Holding the tip so it pointed to the sky Ball stared intently at the flat of the blade, seeing his humanoid shaped face in the reflection, a scowl of an expression shown back at him.
The look took Ball by surprise, changing the scowl to a wide O shape before Ball lowered the flat from his face, shifting his arm so that the blade was straight out in front of him, the thin edge running parallel with the flat ground not the incline he found himself standing upon. His arm was straight out. Narrowing his focus on the tip of the blade Ball knew he had to make sure he could keep the blade level before he could even practice with it properly.
Remembering the first time he nearly took off a tentacle and decided after that to change his form to it’s current state. During that first day in this form Ball had taken to swinging his rapier around a bit, it was clumsy and dangerous. His form was way off and his strikes were poorly executed, he couldn’t keep the sword on level with his body. So it was this reason alone that Ball decided to start from square one and that was to train his body to keep the sword level to his perceived center of gravity, if the squired pycon could keep his sword straight for a decent period of time he could then shift the blade’s positioning into a more useful and combat designed stance and position.
Ball could see the blade was trembling, it didn’t take long for the tip to wobble and Ball could feel the burning sensation in his arm as he kept sword and arm stretched out. This sensation was not a complete alienated feeling for the Pycon, he recalled it from his time under Blue Pycon tutorage and he knew bloody well the pain was not a bad thing in this situation.
Gritting his lips into a tightly forming line Ball tried his hardest to ‘steel’ his arm against the burning sensation.
Antinous Training Grounds
Sixth Morning Bell
Ball found himself once again in the Training Grounds of the Knights. It was the first time Ball had decided to leave his mount at the barracks and venture out this way on his own. His diminutive size proved to be a lot easier to get through the crowds and into the grounds far faster than he did with Imass. Ball’s inch and a half rapier was tied to his waist by the strip of fabric given to him by his first Patron Knight.
It was early and most squires and knights would either be downstairs eating, sleeping, or doing whatever they would find themselves doing. Ball’s current patron was a sad example of a knight, he was a fat lazy man with little urge to get up. Ball had only meet the man once since he had returned from the land of monks. And since then Ball had been on his own basically. The squire had spent the last season preparing himself for the future. Practicing with Thorn and purchasing the rapier at his side, that is what the small squire has spent most of his time doing as of late.
Finding himself a large square of open space, it was actually a foot by a foot slightly risen at an angle roofing tile that Ball had found himself to use as a training location. Being only three inches tall, this tile was the perfect size for him to work with, it was four times his height in both directions and it was risen up on one side to provide a slanted terrain.
Standing at the edge of the tile where it was mostly level with the rest of the grounds the miniature clay squire pulled his rapier from it’s sheath, a clumsy movement for sure as he had little practice in doing so. It slid out with a scraping sound before it came free, Ball’s grip nearly being lost as the tip of his rapier found itself free of the leather casing, the rapier tipped awkwardly forward before he got it under control slightly. Holding the tip so it pointed to the sky Ball stared intently at the flat of the blade, seeing his humanoid shaped face in the reflection, a scowl of an expression shown back at him.
The look took Ball by surprise, changing the scowl to a wide O shape before Ball lowered the flat from his face, shifting his arm so that the blade was straight out in front of him, the thin edge running parallel with the flat ground not the incline he found himself standing upon. His arm was straight out. Narrowing his focus on the tip of the blade Ball knew he had to make sure he could keep the blade level before he could even practice with it properly.
Remembering the first time he nearly took off a tentacle and decided after that to change his form to it’s current state. During that first day in this form Ball had taken to swinging his rapier around a bit, it was clumsy and dangerous. His form was way off and his strikes were poorly executed, he couldn’t keep the sword on level with his body. So it was this reason alone that Ball decided to start from square one and that was to train his body to keep the sword level to his perceived center of gravity, if the squired pycon could keep his sword straight for a decent period of time he could then shift the blade’s positioning into a more useful and combat designed stance and position.
Ball could see the blade was trembling, it didn’t take long for the tip to wobble and Ball could feel the burning sensation in his arm as he kept sword and arm stretched out. This sensation was not a complete alienated feeling for the Pycon, he recalled it from his time under Blue Pycon tutorage and he knew bloody well the pain was not a bad thing in this situation.
Gritting his lips into a tightly forming line Ball tried his hardest to ‘steel’ his arm against the burning sensation.
Created goes to Euthisa
