
"Speech" -- 01,Spring,516AV -- Thoughts
"Your father could have done better. I am well aware of this fact that it's your first time within these Grounds, but things are different now.Ferrin sighed heavily, swathed with metallic armour, and one who wielded a short broadsword. Beads of sweat trickled down his neck, as he grew slightly agitated of wearing the armor.
"How long did he last.. My father uncle Xander."Ferrin asked with a slight anxious tone. Xander looked over at the younger man who stood beside him, thrusting at a dummy. "Your father... Conceded quite quickly. Figured that he was one not suited for military. So, he departed away from Syliras. To where did you say?"Xander stepped forward, his strikingly black curled hair looked almost similar, if not the same as Ferrins. There was of course relation between the two. Though, there would need to be a lot more that has to be figured out.
"I was surprised to actually have seen you here Ferrin. For it was a pleasure to me to know that some in our family had dedicated their lives to The Order."Ferrin nodded simply as he tipped his blade down with despair."I see. Did you fancy my father's appearance... Erh, did you like being around him?"As he spoke the tone was still the same as his prior spoken words. Agigated.
"I understand that you are angered with your father's choices, but that anger does not need to be brought upon me. Nowz thrust parry, thrust."Ferrin grunted, but low enough to have Xander listen. Beads of sweat continued to trickle down the Kenashians neck, as he followed through the orders. Thrust, parry, thrust.The swords' tip punctured the central region if the dummy, with each thrust.
Whenever he parried an invisible attacked, he would shuffle his feet back and forth. The Kenashian kept his thoughts to himself and repeated d each thrust over and over, until he announced the stop."It looks like your doing good today... Now let's see whom we can put you up against. How about him over there. That squire."
Credits go to Aislyn
"How long did he last.. My father uncle Xander."Ferrin asked with a slight anxious tone. Xander looked over at the younger man who stood beside him, thrusting at a dummy. "Your father... Conceded quite quickly. Figured that he was one not suited for military. So, he departed away from Syliras. To where did you say?"Xander stepped forward, his strikingly black curled hair looked almost similar, if not the same as Ferrins. There was of course relation between the two. Though, there would need to be a lot more that has to be figured out.
"I was surprised to actually have seen you here Ferrin. For it was a pleasure to me to know that some in our family had dedicated their lives to The Order."Ferrin nodded simply as he tipped his blade down with despair."I see. Did you fancy my father's appearance... Erh, did you like being around him?"As he spoke the tone was still the same as his prior spoken words. Agigated.
"I understand that you are angered with your father's choices, but that anger does not need to be brought upon me. Nowz thrust parry, thrust."Ferrin grunted, but low enough to have Xander listen. Beads of sweat continued to trickle down the Kenashians neck, as he followed through the orders. Thrust, parry, thrust.The swords' tip punctured the central region if the dummy, with each thrust.
Whenever he parried an invisible attacked, he would shuffle his feet back and forth. The Kenashian kept his thoughts to himself and repeated d each thrust over and over, until he announced the stop."It looks like your doing good today... Now let's see whom we can put you up against. How about him over there. That squire."
Credits go to Aislyn