6th Fall 513AV
The sweat dripped from the young warriors brow as he lowered his body for the 12th time, chin just above the ground. It was particularly chilly that morning so he had decided to warm himself up with a cycle of push-ups and crunches. This was his third rotation of 15. His hands were shoulders width apart, back as straight and inline with is bottom as possible and feet together. He lowered himself slowly down counting 2 tics before holding for a further tic and pushing himself up again.
His arms were starting to burn from the exercise and a bead of sweat rolled off his forehead and hit the ground below his face. 'Come on just two more then I can move on to something else. The second to last was hard and on the last one his arms started to shake his he heaved his body weight through his arms the veins bulging trying to supply blood to increasingly demanding limbs.
With a satisfied grunt he let his knees fall to the ground after the last push. It was good to feel the burn within limbs. It let you know you were doing something right. He pushed himself up and ran a forearm over his forehead trying to mop away the sweat.
Well at least he wasn't cold anymore!
As he looked around he realized that a man was staring at him and, when eye contact was made, he started to walk towards him. Milartek was still pretty annoyed about how his last spar ended and was unsure whether or not another so soon would be a good idea or not. Yet he couldn't help feel that training with someone was a lot better than solo.
The man was shorter than him, but surprisingly not by much, thin and reminded Milartek of a sapling tree. Then and tall. He looked middle aged and introduced himself as Greit. Milartek gave him his name and offered a hand. The mans handshake was firm indicating some strength despite the slight frame.
"I saw you fight the other day. Gerard can be an arse but he gets the best out of people. If it suits you I think it would benefit both of us if we were to spar and than maybe break down some skills after wards".
Milartek was unsure what to say. He still felt embarrassed about being so easily beaten and wondered if this man was mocking him. But he didn't think he was.
'Oh fine whats the worst that could happen!
"Ok that sounds reasonable. Half speed half power and I presume that as you appear to have no weapon then you wish you use only unarmed?" The man nodded in response and raised his arms to just below his chin and sunk into a stance.
Milartek nodded and stepped his right foot back slotting it at a 45 degree angle. Bent his knees slightly and assumed his guard. The position was becoming more and more natural as was taking less and less time to settle. Greit was the first to attack tentatively stepping forwards and thrusting a front kick up towards Milartaks abdomen.
He skipped to the right and with his left hand pushed the leg away to his left with enough force to unbalance the man as it landed. He then pushed of his back foot and delivered a snapping jab to the mans head followed by a hook to his shoulder. The man barley ducked the jab, still trying to sort his feet out, and the hook connected with his shoulder with just enough for to unbalance him and cause him to stumble.
He steadied himself and planted his feet again, facing the bigger Akalak ready for the next exchange.
