Might and magic, [Andresciel]

[Jokor]

70th of spring 511 AV Jokor was practicing his stabs and slashes with his dagger at one of the training dummies trying to keep an enemy in mind just as Jaelyn told him to do when she was instructing him on how he had to practice with any weapon in general. Ducking underneath an imaginary swipe with a club from sunberth's slave ring leader before lashing out to the man's arm's, the isurian steel dagger cutting through the bundeled straw like a hot knife through butter, a satisfied grin as his mental immage of the hated man screamed in pain, jokor gritting his teeth in a mixture of hatred and disgust at the man before ramming his dagger up till the hilt into the dummies chest. Killing his mental target. Jokor frowned as he pulled his dagger out of the dummie, how theraputic this was it didn't help to improve him much with a dagger, how could you learn to fight with something that didn't even fight back? Turning around and taking a look over the room to see if there was anybody who was free and a good enough of a target to ease a bit of his temper on, grinning when a new guy walked in through the doors. “Oi! You!” He yelled to get the man's attention. “You look like ya could use some excersise what do ya say?”

[Andresciel]

The Knight stopped, realizing he had been spoken to on his way through the training area, his eyes turning towards the one who had spoken to him. "What about me?" Andresciel asked, the single sword on his right collar standing out as did the flicker of Djed that entered his eyes. His sapphire eyes watched the male who had spoken, noticing the Squire, "You seek to train, Friend?" He asked as he reached over to grab a pair of Training gauntlets. He tugged the gauntlets on, feeling the tight fit as he flexed his hands.

He turned then, unclasping his cloak and tossing it to the chair nearby, remaining in his vest and black pants. He turned his left side towards Jokor, bringing his fists up and clenching his hands. He spread his legs apart to prepare his balance, body tensing for the first strike, "Lets go." Andresciel's smooth voice rolled, his unarmed training as A Mage Knight coming into play. His Reimancy would be a back up skill, only for use when he needed it, just in case. He mentally noted to use only his Wind Reimancy as fire was too dangerous for the indoor spar. "After you friend."

[Jokor]

Jokor rolled his eyes at the man's redundant question if he wanted to train with him. “No I wanted to call you so we could go and visit the broads in the golden dragon together. What the petch did ya thought I called ya for?” Jokor didn't even bother hiding his language not noticing how the other squires crinched as he did so. One minor defense for his rough and vulgar language was the fact that his sunberthian accent was clearly audible in it, if the man could even match the accent to the city that is. He walked towards one of the free sparring area's leaving his cloak around his shoulders, easily hiding his daggers and giving him the advantage of surprise, besides in a pinch he could just use the cloak as a distraction and throw it in his face. Cracking his knuckels while grinning towards his opponent showing way to much teeth to be friendly. “Great, lets get this show on the road and your arse on the floor will we?” As soon as his opponent said the words lets go jokor was already off, quickly traversing the few meters in between them as fast as he could, which was faster then average and taking a quicky step to his right getting the man's back into his reach as planted his right foot firmly on the ground for leverage and rammed his fist towards the man's lower back. Not even attempting to attack the man's chest, let alone trying to hit him in the head.

[Andresciel]

He watched the man's smart answer as he looked to the Squire. "Go and see the healer." He stated, his eyes moving to the male. He knew the Sunberthian accent well as he let Jokor take the first move, tense and ready. He saw the shift in the males leg as Jokor shot towards Andresciel, the Knight already in motion and ready.


Andresciel's eyes tracked as fast as he could as the male ran around his back, as the strike came, he stepped to the side, avoiding the strike by mere inches. As his foot caught balance, he propelled himself back forward, his right arm shooting downwards in a low shot towards the males stomach.

[Jokor]

Jokor let out a smirk as his strike missed his target by inches, it seemed like the guy did knew how to fight. He didn't have a lot of time to think about that fact.Because his opponent quickly darted towards him again, the man's right fist aimed at his stomach. Quickly jumping backwards and letting the fist miss its mark before quickly attempting to grab the man's arm with is right arm, or at least hinder it so that he couldn't pull back to fast and took took a step forward to the left. Planting his right foot firmly on the ground as he did so before he lashed out with a kick from his left leg aimed to kick the legs form underneath his opponent, or at least hurt his legs and thus his mobility.

OOC: remember to do something about the

he looked to the Squire. "Go and see the healer."

haven't done anything to a squire

[Andresciel]

Andresciel's strike missed as Jokor jumped back. He twisted his arm from the others grip, spinning to the side as his hand swept down, the sleeve of his tunic moving up to reveal a Glyph painted upon his arm. Wind sprang to life around his arm, strengthening the strike to knock the kick away. His eyes come back up as he threw an uppercut, Djed sparking in his eyes.

Andresciel's Reimancy sparked, the fist that shot upwards becoming coated in a swirling wind as he let the energies flow around him. The strike was designed to knock his enemy off his feet, to give Andre a moment to ponder his next move, his eyes watching Jokor.

[Jokor]

Jokor scowled as the man escaped his grasp, though that scowl did quickly change into a expression of surprise as wind began twirling around the man's arm and knocked away his kick. Quickly jumping back as soon as possible, grimacing as the mans wind enhanced punch missed but the wind still unbalanced the short and light boy. As his opponent didn't quickly attack while he got his balance back jokor scowled at him, trying to figure out what the petch just happenend, was that one of those reimancy users hadrian told him about? but what the heck was that glyph on his arm then? He gave a glare at the man before him. “Now what the petch where you doing!” Jokor angrily bit out. “Can't beat up a small kid like me without using magic or something!” Then again, if it was magic his auristics should be able to see it .. well he hoped so, he still wasn't that good with that magic.

[Andresciel]

Andresciel turned towards the male, watching as he jumped back. "I'm not a regular Knight. Magic is my combat." He stated as he shifted his energy into his right arm. His res flickered before his right hand. He could feel the energy in his fingers, his Reimancy, and hear the gales and wind.

He stepped forward, ducking down as he sent his right arm forward, casting the wind into a spiral around his fist. This would reduce wind friction, causing the punch to move faster. More speed meant more damage. He jabbed the strike at Jokor's ribs, his eyes on the male that he sparred. "Perhaps you would like to learn the Art of Reimancy?" He chuckled as he struck.

[Jokor]

Jokor glared at the knight as he just shrugged of his barb. He really did have to even the odds he doubted that his auristic vision would be much good against somebody who could control the wind like that guy. When the guy lashed out with a fast punch to his ribcase he quickly dodged backward, the punch only grazing him, though it hurt a lot more then a punch like that should have hurt. When the man asked if he would like to learn that magic he just scoffed. That hadrian guy explained a bit about it, calling it one of the most dangerous magic's of all. “No thanks, I don't need some flashy tricks to be able to kick you face first into the dust.” jokor snarled back, quickly advancing towards the guy, one hand hidden beneath his cloak grasping one of his daggers. When he was close enough he lashed out with his left hand hoping to create an opening which he could use to ram his dagger in the guy's stomach, well more or less, He doubted the knights would like him to kill the guy.

[Andresciel]

Wind came to his aid as Andre stepped back, dodging the lashing hand that came towards him. He had moved back, his left boot then his right boot touching the ground as he chuckled. He looked on at the youngster, watching the hand that was now hidden inside his cloak.

"You have yet to do so, Good Sir." Andresciel pointed out as he moved forward again, throwing his knee up towards Jokor's stomach in a straight jab, almost in the fashion of a boxer would. It would do little more then take the boy's wind, and at most, throw him down. Well, Andresciel could only hope it would not kill him.