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The Art of Not Stabbing Oneself (Now with less flailing!)

Postby Sh'Ky Naes on September 12th, 2014, 1:59 am

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It had been a long, chilled day, and 'Ky didn't know what to do with himself. He had practically exhausted all of his options, out in the city, and he had returned home, unsure of what to do. Sitting down at his table, he leaned back in his chair, staring around the room, flitting from spot to spot on the largely blank, bland walls. Eventually glancing upon the dummy he had made early last season, he had an idea. Leaping up from his chair, and landing on both feet, he ambled over to the corner where it hung, and took his sword out of his sheath.

Remembering his stance and grip from before, he grinned, and adopted a square-footed stance, one that reminded one of stability and sureness. His grip was strong and sure, yet loose enough to move if needed. Shouting as he swung, Sh'Ky began to attack the dummy.
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The Art of Not Stabbing Oneself (Now with less flailing!)

Postby Sh'Ky Naes on September 12th, 2014, 9:41 am

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Breaking out into the four basic cuts that he had discovered, Sh'Ky began to slash at the dummy repeatedly. The blade twisted and shifted in his hand as he assaulted the dummy, but maintained his grip on it. Sweating and panting, Sh'Ky bounced between his two feet for a second, looked at the blade, flipped it upside down, then did a backhand-diagonal cut to the right. Blade flashing in the dusky haze of a hearth's light, he smiled in satisfaction as it cut at least two centimeters into the dummy. A swift sound of crackling was heard, and small bits of wheat flew away from the point of impact, skirting the sword.

Pulling out the blade, Sh'Ky glanced at it and wiped off any wheat dust, and took a square stance, yet again. Still holding the blade upside down, he looked at the position of his legs, and the position of the sword. The tip of the blade, when reversed in his grip, was pointing directly downwards. Frowning, he broke square stance, and thought, I'll have to find another way to stand, for these... backhand cuts, if I want to use them. Of course, these wouldn't be practical in combat, except for an opening blow,Sh'Ky Thought, so I'll just have to work on a new stance to use.
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The Art of Not Stabbing Oneself (Now with less flailing!)

Postby Sh'Ky Naes on September 21st, 2014, 2:04 am

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Shuffling his feet about, Sh'Ky rotated his right leg to be parallel to the dummy, causing his profile to be thinner, his head facing the target, the backhanded blade held along his left hip joint, parallel with his scabbard. Finding this comfortable, he re-sheathed his sword, and keeping his hand on the grip, pulled it out quickly, causing a light cut to form near the bottom of the dummy, right where a man's pelvis would be.

Nodding, satisfied, he stood back up, and tried to flourish it around in his hand. As he rotated it, it twisted out of his grip, and fell point down, sticking between the floorboards. With a twang, the blade's hilt bent back and forth quickly before it settled, staying still. Picking it back up, he frowned, and let his wrist loosen, and twirling it a second time, cursed as it came close to stabbing him. With a tinny clatter, it hit the floor, horizontally. Bending over, grumbling, he picked it up, and tried a third time, this time successfully getting a shaky flourish, fell into his square stance, and stepped forward with his right foot, pivoting towards the dummy, while doing a basic downwards right diagonal cut.
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The Art of Not Stabbing Oneself (Now with less flailing!)

Postby Sh'Ky Naes on September 25th, 2014, 2:16 pm

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As the blade thunked into the dummy, Sh'Ky felt a slight twinge in his right shoulder, and it cramped, forcing him to drop the sword with a loud, obscene curse. Holding his shoulder in agony, Sh'Ky writhed around, stomping about his house, until, as suddenly as it came, the cramping left his arm. Staring suspiciously at the sword on the ground, he picked it up, and sheathing it, put it on the table. That would be enough practice for tonight. Undressing, Sh'Ky extinguished the candle that lit up the small room, and moved to his bed, dropping into the warm folds of his sheets, falling asleep instantly.
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The Art of Not Stabbing Oneself (Now with less flailing!)

Postby Avarice on October 1st, 2014, 7:59 am

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