Day 89, 513 A.V. 20th Bell,
"Kreig, prepare yourself!" Those were the words spoken to him that moment, as he raised the flat of his blunt blade and blocked the overhead blow of his Patron, steel clashing steel "Show me your devotion to the order!" Those words sounded annoying at the moment, he didn't need to hear that in a fight, he wanted to have FUN!! But it seemed his patron was insistant on a lecture as she begun the battle without warning.
He pushed back her blade and tried to strike her with the pommel, but she easily jumped back and glared at him "Kreig!! do you remember our talk about justice?!"
"Ah, I remember Sera....still quite fresh in my mind really" Kreig said as he gripped the hilt of the sword, blade pointed at his Sera, watching her movements carefully.
"And is your opinion still the same?"
"Same as ever, Sera...though I do think understand yours a bit more now..." Kreig said honestly as he dashed forwards, unleashing a horizontal backslash at his Sera, who effortlessly blocked the blow...then moved forward and butted Kreig in the head. Kreig didn't expect that, it didn't hurt quite as much....but his own Sera using a him favored by uncouth ruffians like him was certainly surprising as his head snapped back, then he felt the air knocked out of him as his torso and head flew forward, his Sera striking her sword pommel into his abdomen.
"I see....get up, we're having another go" She said, these days his Patron had been taking a more...ruthless... approach in training the brawler, he wondered if Ser Wade had anything to do with it ' I did learn fighting by fighting...' Kreig thought, indeed, his skills were honed in constant battle.... training was like that uncle you never could used to even if you didn't have a problem with it personally.
He slowly stood up, trying not to stumble as he felt a slight daze from his patron's head butt. Sera Natasha was already in a battle position as Kreig resumed his, his legs were far apart, the foreleg slightly bent, his lead hand holding the top of the grip and the blade raised and pointed at his Sera "Kreig, How much do you know of the Order's history?" She suddenly asked of him, only to move forward and attack with a thrust.
Kreig stepped to the right to let the blade pass him and retaliatied with a right swing, but Natasha was quick as she turned and blocked with the flat of her blade, sliding it across Kreig's sword then raised the blade near his neck ".....Can't say I do Sera" Kreig raised his brow, somewhat amused that he was disabled this quickly....he was certain he was catching up to her, he could see her movement like he did any opponent but with a sword he still an infant compared to her 'Should let my fists do the talking next time....' He thought
"Then let me enlighten you, you do know of our god, Sylir, yes? " She asked as she pressed the blunt blade against his neck, its cold steel sending shivers down his spine. Kreig honestly only knew that he was a dead god of peace and apparently caught onto that "....I suppose I should enlighten you about that as well, now let us have another bout" She said as she pulled the blade away, took a few steps back and resumed a fighting position.
"Awfully rough and chatty today, Sera"
"Yes, well its come to my attention that if I'm going to educate someone like you into becoming a knight, then I have to make it entertaining....so from now on, We'll be having many fights" She said, then suddenly dashed forward not giving the squire the chance to raise his blade, so instead as she swung her sword in diagonal slash from upper right to left, Kreig swung the back of his left 'And apparently no respite' Kreig thought as the metal of his studded gauntlet knocked the blade away, he then proceed to attempt to thrust at his Sera with his right hand holding his sword, only for her to step aside and perform a horizontal slash at his head. Kreig ducked in order to avoid, then threw his left fist in an attempt to punch her straight in the gut. Ah, but as expected.... she stepped to the side and brought her blade down, Kreig quickly dropped on his back with his left pressing against the flat of his sword as his Sera relentlessly swung her blade.
"SYLIR....WAS THE GOD OF PEACE.....OF CIVILIZATION" She shouted these words as she swung her blade, then seeing as that wasn't working, quickly stepped on Kreig's abdomen, knocking the wind out of him and loosening his grip, then knocked his blade away from him as it land a couple of feet or so behind. Finally she stabbed the blade into the earth, inches away from his head "During the Valterrian, before the knighthood came into being, the event which changed our world....The God of Fire, Ivak's greatest moment of anger had consumed our world in a battle for its very survival... one of his victims was our very God, Sylir... the embodiment of peace... Our tenants state he was a merciful god, his kindness knew no bound and he selflessly sacrificed himself in an attempt to stop Ivak's grief filled rampage"
Kreig could hear the sorrow in her voice as she spoke of the dead god, as he looked at her with the dark cloudy sky to her back, it seemed to exceed his own devotion to his goddess, Dira. He could see the appeal of peace, but they seemed to look at as a mighty treasure they must preserve '...such devotion, betten than a bloody such as myself' She stepped away from the Brawler, resuming her battle position. Kreig knew what to do as he lifted himself up and retrieved his blade, resuming his own position.
'I suppose its another bout...'
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"Kreig, prepare yourself!" Those were the words spoken to him that moment, as he raised the flat of his blunt blade and blocked the overhead blow of his Patron, steel clashing steel "Show me your devotion to the order!" Those words sounded annoying at the moment, he didn't need to hear that in a fight, he wanted to have FUN!! But it seemed his patron was insistant on a lecture as she begun the battle without warning.
He pushed back her blade and tried to strike her with the pommel, but she easily jumped back and glared at him "Kreig!! do you remember our talk about justice?!"
"Ah, I remember Sera....still quite fresh in my mind really" Kreig said as he gripped the hilt of the sword, blade pointed at his Sera, watching her movements carefully.
"And is your opinion still the same?"
"Same as ever, Sera...though I do think understand yours a bit more now..." Kreig said honestly as he dashed forwards, unleashing a horizontal backslash at his Sera, who effortlessly blocked the blow...then moved forward and butted Kreig in the head. Kreig didn't expect that, it didn't hurt quite as much....but his own Sera using a him favored by uncouth ruffians like him was certainly surprising as his head snapped back, then he felt the air knocked out of him as his torso and head flew forward, his Sera striking her sword pommel into his abdomen.
"I see....get up, we're having another go" She said, these days his Patron had been taking a more...ruthless... approach in training the brawler, he wondered if Ser Wade had anything to do with it ' I did learn fighting by fighting...' Kreig thought, indeed, his skills were honed in constant battle.... training was like that uncle you never could used to even if you didn't have a problem with it personally.
He slowly stood up, trying not to stumble as he felt a slight daze from his patron's head butt. Sera Natasha was already in a battle position as Kreig resumed his, his legs were far apart, the foreleg slightly bent, his lead hand holding the top of the grip and the blade raised and pointed at his Sera "Kreig, How much do you know of the Order's history?" She suddenly asked of him, only to move forward and attack with a thrust.
Kreig stepped to the right to let the blade pass him and retaliatied with a right swing, but Natasha was quick as she turned and blocked with the flat of her blade, sliding it across Kreig's sword then raised the blade near his neck ".....Can't say I do Sera" Kreig raised his brow, somewhat amused that he was disabled this quickly....he was certain he was catching up to her, he could see her movement like he did any opponent but with a sword he still an infant compared to her 'Should let my fists do the talking next time....' He thought
"Then let me enlighten you, you do know of our god, Sylir, yes? " She asked as she pressed the blunt blade against his neck, its cold steel sending shivers down his spine. Kreig honestly only knew that he was a dead god of peace and apparently caught onto that "....I suppose I should enlighten you about that as well, now let us have another bout" She said as she pulled the blade away, took a few steps back and resumed a fighting position.
"Awfully rough and chatty today, Sera"
"Yes, well its come to my attention that if I'm going to educate someone like you into becoming a knight, then I have to make it entertaining....so from now on, We'll be having many fights" She said, then suddenly dashed forward not giving the squire the chance to raise his blade, so instead as she swung her sword in diagonal slash from upper right to left, Kreig swung the back of his left 'And apparently no respite' Kreig thought as the metal of his studded gauntlet knocked the blade away, he then proceed to attempt to thrust at his Sera with his right hand holding his sword, only for her to step aside and perform a horizontal slash at his head. Kreig ducked in order to avoid, then threw his left fist in an attempt to punch her straight in the gut. Ah, but as expected.... she stepped to the side and brought her blade down, Kreig quickly dropped on his back with his left pressing against the flat of his sword as his Sera relentlessly swung her blade.
"SYLIR....WAS THE GOD OF PEACE.....OF CIVILIZATION" She shouted these words as she swung her blade, then seeing as that wasn't working, quickly stepped on Kreig's abdomen, knocking the wind out of him and loosening his grip, then knocked his blade away from him as it land a couple of feet or so behind. Finally she stabbed the blade into the earth, inches away from his head "During the Valterrian, before the knighthood came into being, the event which changed our world....The God of Fire, Ivak's greatest moment of anger had consumed our world in a battle for its very survival... one of his victims was our very God, Sylir... the embodiment of peace... Our tenants state he was a merciful god, his kindness knew no bound and he selflessly sacrificed himself in an attempt to stop Ivak's grief filled rampage"
Kreig could hear the sorrow in her voice as she spoke of the dead god, as he looked at her with the dark cloudy sky to her back, it seemed to exceed his own devotion to his goddess, Dira. He could see the appeal of peace, but they seemed to look at as a mighty treasure they must preserve '...such devotion, betten than a bloody such as myself' She stepped away from the Brawler, resuming her battle position. Kreig knew what to do as he lifted himself up and retrieved his blade, resuming his own position.
'I suppose its another bout...'
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