A Nony Mouse
05-20-08, 01:28 PM
Wasn't sure if I could post this here, but this is a quest :)
All bunnying approved via AIM.
Closed.
The redwood spear whipped through the air at an impossible speed, cracking loudly against each wooden sword as they tried to advance of their target. Travis whirled about, wielding the polearm like an extension of himself. His breathing came fast and shallow, his chest heaving with the exertion of fending off his three attackers. One wooden sword got far too close and the red-haired fighter was forced to dance out of the way at the last second to avoid a painful hit. Internally reprimanding himself, Travis focused his entire being on slowing his breathing, staying aware of the practice blades, and beating them aside no matter what.
The warm breath of his opponents became clouds of fog when they hit the cold air and the warrior kept track of their movements by the telltale shift in the puffs of wispy white air. As he pivoted nearly full circle, the Akashima spear spun about and smashed into the one of the swords. Splinters exploded from the hit, showering Travis in bits of oak. He ignored the discomfort that it caused and remained entirely devoted to the exercise.
However, the redhead was not content to stay on the defensive. Any time that there was a perceptible pause in the oncoming attacks, the spear thrust straight toward an enemy. But no matter how close he got to a hit, the wooden sword always came in to block at the very last second. He cursed under his breath every time there was a close call like this and he became more and more discouraged with every deflection. Surely he had the skill to hit one of the three…
Pain shot up his arm as a blunt wooden blade connected with his wrist. Wincing in pain, he nearly let go of the spear, but he managed to maintain his grip until he stopped spinning. Turning to the adversary who had scored the exercise-ending hit, he bowed low. “Nice job, Victor,” he complimented the half-naked monk. The other two came over to clap their friend on the back and congratulate Travis on lasting as long as he had. They exchanged tips to one another, pointers on how to improve their fighting, before separating to their respective corners of the courtyard.
Pulling his tunic over his head to escape the chill air, the red-haired warrior gathered his belongings. “Master Kiltias!” one of the monks called to him. “We should run a swordsmanship exercise next.” The other two nodded their agreement, few of the Ai’Bron got to see the Pagoda Master use his famed double-bladed sword.
Master? Travis paused. Why did he call me ‘Master’? Shaking his head, the adventurer scooped up the remaining few items he had brought to the courtyard and made for the open archway nearby.
“Master Kiltias,” a breathless monk greeted as he bowed low. “Grandmaster Bloodrose wishes to see you. He says that it is urgent.” This monk was a slight fellow, likely better suited to a library than to a battle courtyard.
“Yes, of course,” Travis replied. He could always make time for the Grandmaster.
Bloodrose? the adventurer stopped walking. How does he even know me? Shaking his head to dismiss the feeling of disequilibrium, the Pagoda Master jogged to catch up with the monk leading him toward the Grandmaster’s office.
All bunnying approved via AIM.
Closed.
The redwood spear whipped through the air at an impossible speed, cracking loudly against each wooden sword as they tried to advance of their target. Travis whirled about, wielding the polearm like an extension of himself. His breathing came fast and shallow, his chest heaving with the exertion of fending off his three attackers. One wooden sword got far too close and the red-haired fighter was forced to dance out of the way at the last second to avoid a painful hit. Internally reprimanding himself, Travis focused his entire being on slowing his breathing, staying aware of the practice blades, and beating them aside no matter what.
The warm breath of his opponents became clouds of fog when they hit the cold air and the warrior kept track of their movements by the telltale shift in the puffs of wispy white air. As he pivoted nearly full circle, the Akashima spear spun about and smashed into the one of the swords. Splinters exploded from the hit, showering Travis in bits of oak. He ignored the discomfort that it caused and remained entirely devoted to the exercise.
However, the redhead was not content to stay on the defensive. Any time that there was a perceptible pause in the oncoming attacks, the spear thrust straight toward an enemy. But no matter how close he got to a hit, the wooden sword always came in to block at the very last second. He cursed under his breath every time there was a close call like this and he became more and more discouraged with every deflection. Surely he had the skill to hit one of the three…
Pain shot up his arm as a blunt wooden blade connected with his wrist. Wincing in pain, he nearly let go of the spear, but he managed to maintain his grip until he stopped spinning. Turning to the adversary who had scored the exercise-ending hit, he bowed low. “Nice job, Victor,” he complimented the half-naked monk. The other two came over to clap their friend on the back and congratulate Travis on lasting as long as he had. They exchanged tips to one another, pointers on how to improve their fighting, before separating to their respective corners of the courtyard.
Pulling his tunic over his head to escape the chill air, the red-haired warrior gathered his belongings. “Master Kiltias!” one of the monks called to him. “We should run a swordsmanship exercise next.” The other two nodded their agreement, few of the Ai’Bron got to see the Pagoda Master use his famed double-bladed sword.
Master? Travis paused. Why did he call me ‘Master’? Shaking his head, the adventurer scooped up the remaining few items he had brought to the courtyard and made for the open archway nearby.
“Master Kiltias,” a breathless monk greeted as he bowed low. “Grandmaster Bloodrose wishes to see you. He says that it is urgent.” This monk was a slight fellow, likely better suited to a library than to a battle courtyard.
“Yes, of course,” Travis replied. He could always make time for the Grandmaster.
Bloodrose? the adventurer stopped walking. How does he even know me? Shaking his head to dismiss the feeling of disequilibrium, the Pagoda Master jogged to catch up with the monk leading him toward the Grandmaster’s office.