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Swords And Arrows [Antonius Fighting Grounds]

Postby Avrial Stalinsa on March 9th, 2016, 9:11 pm

9th Of Spring 516 AV


It was a nice cool spring day and Avrial wanted to take advantage of the weather and practice training. Metal plates and clinked and clanked as she gracefully strode towards the fighting pit.

She took a moment to take a knee, before resting her palms on the ground. She took a deep breath and allowed her foot to trail back to the other. With the weight of her armor trying to pull her to the ground she closed her eyes and began to breath. She was doing a resistance exercise known as the plank that worked her core muscles. The longer she remained in that stationary position the more she started to feel the burn as her abs fought against the tension of her bodyweight and armor. It started as a minor kind bite, that progressively grew worse and worse until there was a fire raging that was almost unbearable as strands of sweat began to swelter and fall from her face as she continued vehemently targeting her abdominal muscles.

With a large exhale she lowered herself by letting her arms give in which released the tension on her stomach. Taking a moment for her muscles to recuperate her arms pushed herself up and she began the process again. Her green eyes closed again as she took a long deep nasal breath and started counting to ten. When she reached that number she dipped and waited another sixty seconds before restarting the process over.

It was her against herself as she waged a battle against her own psyche as she continued trudging on through a rather harsh set of reps. Her body cried out with every fiber of her torso feeling this shredded engorged pumped up sensation, every minute her core engaged felt like literally an hour until suddenly her set of ten had been completed.

Giving herself a reprieve she rolled onto her back, and gave her stomach time to cool off from her grueling work out and then picked herself up.

She had dried meats and a water skin, and started to take a drink before tearing a chunk of beef jerky and wolfing it down. The water would keep her muscles hydrated and the beef was to help her body grow.

Avrial was rapidly recovering as she waited for others to show up.
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Postby Alexander Faircroft on March 9th, 2016, 9:38 pm

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Alex climbed the steps to the training grounds the cool rolling winds slipping by as he did so, in the soft morning light Alex heard the soft clink of the steel armour he worse shifting beneath the weight of his weapons the huge diversity in his literal walking arsenal. He stepped up into the training ground to see that the place was as usual for this time of day barren barring the weapon masters and a Knight he’d not seen before. Still he paid them no mind perhaps they were simply here for their own needs.

Alex drew the bastard sword from his hip, the furnished and even weight in his hands balanced and even. Alex picked a training dummy, one of the heavily worn ones, the chips of wood peeling off and the steel beneath rusted by the weather. He followed through his basic strikes again: Over, under, left, right, forehand, backhand, diagonal, reverse diagonal.

The simplistic motions a drill etched into his head long ago by his patron. Alex stepped around changing from the dead stance into a proper one, his shield strapped to his arm in front of him the edge of his blade resting along the shield. He took a deep breath and swung. A large lashing arc from the right leading into a repost, the small motion of his wrist rolling over and deflecting an imaginary blade form his arms as he did so before bringing the point of the shield behind his hand into the dummy’s face.

A simple technique but one he’d seen used against him and had taken a long time for him to replicate. Especially with such a heavy blade in his hand by comparison. Still though he turned at saw the knight hunched over wolfing down what appeared to be food and water from a water skin.
“Excuse me Sera. Are you waiting for someone?” Alex spoke half forgetting that he was speaking to a superior.


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Swords And Arrows [Antonius Fighting Grounds]

Postby Avrial Stalinsa on March 10th, 2016, 3:41 pm

Emerald green eyes shifted to the squire who was practicing his bastard sword techniques. It seemed like a foreign concept to wield something so unmanageably long with a shield as you could not thrust it properly if an adversary was ontop of you. But she made no mentions as she was concentrating on his movements and indulging in cold water.

She took time watching how he handled his sword, how he positioned himself before he executed an attack, or how long it took for his sword to reach the dummy and the time it took for the sword to recoil back and follow up with another blow. Avrial was was trying to get a feel for his combat rythm and tempo.

She sat motionless for a minute when finally approached by the squire. Avrial did realize there was something missing but was it his nonchalant tone of voice like he was talking to someone he just met at a bar? Or was it how he was postured, relaxed and care free. Although neither of those things aggrieved her, she was simply aware of it.

Good morning,
A pleasure to make your acquaintance I am Avrial, Avrial Stalinsa.
And you are who, under whom?
I'm looking for a sparring partner if you feel your up for it.


There was definitely a strong emphasis on her last name when she said she was a Stalinsa. Avrial was not just a knight she was a first wing knight, the orders version of nobility. Nevertheless her tone was sweet and her smile genuine and summery which was a reflection of the woman's true character.

For good measure she picked herself up off the ground and patted herself off.
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Postby Alexander Faircroft on March 10th, 2016, 6:00 pm

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Only after he’d stood opposite here and she’d introduced herself did Alex finally realize who he was dealing with. The Stalinsa’s were a prickly bunch, and if Blaise was anything to go by, stupidly strong. He’d caught the emphasis on her last name. Those who knew they had some power often wanted to keep that power. However there was an oddness to it. She spoke with a welcoming nature that seemed a little out of place given her seeming pride in her name. He gave a small bow and responded in kind as she dusted herself off.

“Please pardon my rudeness Sera. I am Squire Alexander Faircroft, Under Sergeant knight Sebastien Greyheart, Silver Quadron, First regiment, White company, leader of the first wing.” Perhaps the announcement that he was under a sergeant knight and a first wing leader might spook her a little bit, the fact that he was sponsored by someone with that high a station? After all it was odd to find knights with such a position of power taking squires. He continued following on with an answer to her question. “Yes, Sera. If you’d feel that I would be sufficient to be a sparring partner I’d be most grateful for the lesson.”

Alex spoke with his sword out of his hands, the blade stabbed into the ground at his side whilst his sword arm crossed his chest. As much as Alex had begun to feel welcomed into the knights, he couldn’t forget his salute and station. He wasn’t a knight yet, he was still a squire. One of the only vastly prominent Human squires, or one of the squires that held the most notice if he included what he knew of Ball, Archailist and Nivel. The trifecta of pycon squires that were a force to be reckoned with in and of themselves. Then again just because he was a prominent squire only his name was well known not his face. He’d taken great pains to hide himself from any kind of spotlight.

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Postby Avrial Stalinsa on March 10th, 2016, 7:49 pm

She closed her eyes as Alexander spoke, quietly nodding in approval of his patrons standing. On the contrary Avrial was hardly afraid it was a wonderful revelation because it meant this squire had the potential to become a great knight. It also meant he wasn't some scum sucker leaching resources from her brothers and sisters that shed blood, or had blood shed to establish, protect and maintain The Order.

You needn't worry, but do be careful there are those among us that might take that personally, and it's not just a reflection of you but also your patron. You wouldn't want to embarrass him would you?

So your a pupil of Sebastian then, it suggests you are a strong candidate.
I think if your being sponsored directly by a sergeant knight you should be a sufficient sparring partner.

At ease

Follow me


Avrial motioned Alex to follow as she walked towards the center of the training grounds. Her hands fell to her sides and she felt her fingers tighten around the hilt of both her arced blades. Steel sang as metal glided through the sheaths and to freedom. Her swords looked very pronounced curvature, it seemed her weapon of choice was the kilij.

Avrial would t hen take a few steps back to put some distance between them.

When you are ready, you may come at me.
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Postby Alexander Faircroft on March 10th, 2016, 9:49 pm

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Upon hearing it was alright to drop his salute and the position of attention he picked up his sword again the weight of the blade familiar in his hands. He should be careful about possibly embarrassing his patron. Funnily enough his patron didn’t seem to mind him acting in this manner or at least over the last couple of weeks he’d been urged to shed the formality between him and his patron. Still Alex wondered if he should remember to uphold the standing of order he had around.

Alex followed shortly behind her as she headed towards the centre of the training grounds and drew two swords. Alex paused a moment taking a small time to glance between the two. He was so used to fighting one blade at a time he’d had as of yet to run across two blades at once. Aled flipped his own blade in his hands and adjusted his shield. She was allowing him time to get ready and he’d adjust as necessary. He strapped his shield to his arm so the thinner point of his shield just covered the back of his hand. The changed positioning would potentially give him the ability to parry strikes and if he needed grip the handle of his blade with two hands whilst keeping up a defensive posture. He considered his stance two blades meant double the points of attack and possibly even four times the amount of points she could attack meaning he’d need six times the focus he usually held. And eight times the luck.

Alex took a deep breath before setting into his stance, feet widened around the base his left foot forwards toward Avrial. His blade resting along his shield din a position ready to strike and defend as necessary. Looking at the blades he surmised they’d be similar to his own scimitars. Alex looked her over watching looking for some point of reference some weak spot to assault. He stepped closer and circled around to her right slowly hoping to distract her with a simple tactic use a motion to one side and strike from the other. He stepped in suddenly planting his sword arm’s foot forwards and instead of ringing the blade forwards he brought the shield forwards. Using the edge as a striking point but keeping the flat angled towards her sword arm. The intended hit was aimed at her midsection. If it connected he was set up for a strike to her left hand sword to try and knock it from her grip with the sheer force and weight of his own blade.


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Postby Avrial Stalinsa on March 11th, 2016, 4:10 pm

Avrial took a breath in, to steady nerves. She never faltered from her cool and collected composure or lost her sunny smile despite the dangerous situations she was about to face. Instead she just enjoyed that all to familiar high from a blast of adrenaline that coursed through her veins. She felt her senses and reflexes heighten as her vision was acutely locked onto her pseudo adversary that she had high hopes for. Avrial could start to feel the excitement as her hand trembled a bit in giddy anticipation of what she speculated to be a monumental clash.

After all he was being trained personally by a knight sergeant and had high expectations of his capabilities. A few seconds had past as Alex adjusted and fine tuned his gear and every moment felt like an eternity.

She exhaled and tightened her grip and allowed her body to relax upon his advance. Left foot forward with left hand pointing her kilij to confront his shield as her right arm raised upward causing her swords arc to swoop downward like a scorpions stinger. Double the trouble as either stroke from her hands could bypass his shield as the curvature allowed the tip to loop around the shield with its awkward thrusts.

Instead she remained adamantly firm as Alex circled her, in return her back foot peddled rotating her with his movements without breaking her formidable stance. He stepped forward with his sword arm but his body betrayed him as his shield side propelled forward it was easy to see coming as it had to cover a much greater distance to reach its intended target.

Her response was fast as she jumped at an angle to get out of the way of his shield stroke but flank him as well her counter strike was crisp and fluid like a boxers one two combination. The right arm thrust down so the arc of her sword would loop around his shield pitting his face to confront the sharp fang of her kilij, while the left swooped inwards to loop around his left leg placing her angled tip towards his inner ankle where plate armor could not fully protect, exposing a fundemental flaw in all armor where joints bend and move there are gaps to allow movement.

But this wasn't all

Her one two strike came from behind his shield which obscured his vision of her, Avrial was using his own protection to aid her in combat. As everytime he raised that shield he would lose sight of her and she could strike him from bizarre angles thanks to her swords unique bend.

And because she subtly flanked his shield Alexander's sword arm was adjacent to her where he could not swing and hit her without repositioning himself.
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Postby Alexander Faircroft on March 11th, 2016, 5:25 pm

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Alex watched her expression fall from the sunny disposition she’d had before and into a more serious look. Alex centred himself taking a moment before his attacks to calm his mind. As he stepped into do his attacks she jumped out of the way. Leaping to his shielded side. His initial strike and his plan to follow up dashed into pieces in a moment. Alex shifted his stance as she leapt away rolling his left foot back and re-squaring off with her, a short snap of his feet and he faced her again.

However as he did so her first blade went high attempting to get around his shield. As the blade came down in a curving arc Alex took a step forwards closing the gap she had to attack him in. Standing within close into her to be within reach of her actual arms now her blades would be of little use. Something that large and with that kind of design needed a large windup to work. And Alex knew this. Using his left hand he moved to press the palm of his hand into her forearm and pin it so she could move her sword with any real force his sword arm went up to meet the blade of her downward arcing kilij.

He brought his elbow then into wards her torso, the steel plating adding to the force of his strike. Using the length of his blade and the rotation of his arm he attempted to shunt her blades off to one side and twist her body with the force. Using the spinning momentum to ram his elbow into her ribcage on the left hand side. Changing thing from his usual style which was “hit the person with the sharp thing.” He was taking a leaf out of Terag’s book and following something he’d seen from garland. Utilizing techniques that appeared to be disjointed and attempted to make them his own.


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Postby Avrial Stalinsa on March 11th, 2016, 7:04 pm

She could have easily stepped back after her first strike, but opted to get tangled up instead. Left foot still forward as he tied up her left forarm with the palm of his shield hand and using his sword to prevent her right kilij to pull out and cut him or stab him. But she offered very little resistance as if she was preoccupied and struggling with something else.

Avrial had a small window and wanted to apply her personal magic to the combat. He shield arm was out and his sword was busy there was so much focus on what was going on with her arms he seemed to forget what was going on below.

While Alex struggled with wrestling with her swords in the clinch Avrial bought time to concentrate drawing djed into this fishnet like tapestry that wrapped around her body but seeped within the muscle and sinew of her mortal coil. This metaphysical outline of her form contained within flesh was the connecting points between thr Physical and Astral Body, and what she hoped to achieve was simple and undeservingly brutal as a sudden surge of djed was released through those universal pathways. The movement was simple as the area of effect, an upward kick enhanced by flux with the right leg generating as much pulverizing momentum as possible.

Alex had a nice wide open stance, Avrial was going to savagely thrust her armored shin into his family jewels as hard as she possibly could with the aid of personal magic with enough force to momentarily lift him off his feet.

Avrial was going to let the sharp thrust of his elbow collide into her with a metallic crash that siphoned some air from her lungs but it would not deter her resolve to matched him with an underhanded blow of her own.
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Postby Alexander Faircroft on March 11th, 2016, 7:43 pm

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The entanglement of his motions caused them bot to lock up, he’d effectively nullified both of her weapons. However in the melee he’d failed to shift her footing. As such he shifted his own, hoping for a firmer and more grounded stance. He slid his right foot back a half foot. However as he did so to ad power to his elbow strike he saw her knee begin to rise. What was it with women and contiguously going straight for a knee?

He slid his right foot back further. His elbow colliding with her side of her armour and sending her off balance a little, the knock on effect caused her knee to shift upwards and find purchase with the lower half of his breast plate. A loud crack emerged from it as the plate of her armour connecting with his own and denting the plate almost against his skin. He pulled back reeling from the feel of the impact rattling around his body. She shouldn’t have had that much power in that small a frame. He coughed instinctually His eyes watering lightly. He stepped back a few paces and dropped to one knee cradling his gut. Immediately thoughts of Rhov the bounty hunter who’d tossed people like ragdolls sprung to mind. A smaller form than his own with that much power just wasn’t natural. He concluded she’d some form of magic. And that wasn’t very honourable.

She’d gone for a soft target but hit a much harder one. However with the plate coating her own form and the ease with which his plate had given way he was attempting to fake the resulting impact. Hissing down breaths through his teeth he waited, paused held. He wanted her to draw closer to think she’d had the upper hand. Given his reaction it was quite possible she’d think she did. Alex pressed his sword arm into the ground, using it partially for balance. His arm cradling his stomach pulled out one of the throwing daggers he had hidden in his bracer. He waited.

The moment she drew close enough that he wouldn’t have to aim too well he’d throw out the dagger as a partial distraction and then he’d take another retreat#. If she was going to use magic against him he needed to level the playing field somehow. And with the pain he felt in his stomach as an indication of her strength…He’d need to limit her motion…And idea struck him. He sprinted full power and strength into the wooded area. As he did he slipped hiss word back into it’s sheath whilst running. Given the length of her blades if he could eliminate them from the equation then all he had to do was avoid her Physical strikes.

As Alex ducked into the wooded area he drew the dagger from the back of his belt. The shorter blade would give him the advantage in terms of having a weapon whilst retaining his ability to swing.


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