53rd of Spring, 514 AV
A cold metallic gauntlet curled around steel wrapped in leather, the dagger hilt gleaming in the light as it shifted ever so. The other gauntlet’s fingers shifted and flexed as the owner of both, a tall dark haired man, stared at the training dummy before him with certain intensity in his gaze. The Mage Knight known as Joris Mevelk shifted the pommel of his dagger in his hand, reversing the grip he held upon it in preparation for today’s exercise. He had wondered as of late how he could combine the use of his Projection and his martial skills into something that might very well make him more useful at closer ranges. Today was the day he found out.
Joris slipped his free hand into the pocket of the armored robes he wore, the usual place he put Projected arms in order to prevent them flinging all over the place. Next the tall man focused deep within himself, grasping at the strands of his Djed and plucking at them. He pulled at the very tapestry of his being and focused it towards yielding a response upon his very soul, focusing the action needed response towards his left arm. His face became a mask of concentration as he worked upon the weave of his Djed, his mind devoted to the task at hand.
Slowly he willed the Astral that commanded his left hand to begin to unravel from the physical limb of flesh and bone. The tall man focused upon the larger joints of the limb and moved it outwards from there to the extremities, willing the limb to be projected outwards. The process itself took a few chimes to complete as it was the slower but safer way to handle the process of detachment, the strands of his Djed working upon the process as needed. The limb slowly began to dislodge from his physical body, the ghostly limb rising as feeling began to depart from his left arm.
A splash of euphoric bliss shivered down his spine as the part of his Astral body detached from his physical, rendering the arm itself limp and useless. Joris himself took control of the part of his Astral, flexing his new ethereal fingers in the air experimentally before curling its hand into a fist. The Mage Knight then moved the limb towards the training dummy, holding up his dagger and falling into a crouch with his legs spread apart. He glared at the dummy as if it had insulted Sylir himself with its presence and spat upon the honor of the Knighthood.
He tugged at the strands of the stretched Astral limb first, his Projected fist slamming into the side of the dummy with all the force he could muster with Projection. He lunged forward a bit awkwardly due to the weight of his armor and his limp arm within his pocket. Joris stabbed at the dummy, planting his blade into the chest of straw and cloth before jumping back with the same awkwardness as before. He lashed out with his Projected arm again, the impacts upon the dummy seeming to come from no visible source to be seen.
He stepped in again, this time moving his dagger downwards in a slashing motion across the dummy’s belly. There was very little skill to be seen in how he moved his dagger this way and that, no artistry or finesse. It was reflective of his skill with the weapon being just barely passable, in fact Joris often joked that he was more likely to cut himself with the weapon than not. Not exactly a good thing for a knight to admit but there it was. Which was why he was here, to correct this flaw.