Combat Training (Closed)

[Glacies]

Glacies eyed up the figure approaching him from the grassy area and frowned. An anthropomorphic fox man clad only in what appeared to be a well fashioned if basic loincloth was approaching him. Cast over the being's shoulder was a weapon, seemingly the creature's only real weapon. The young man narrowed his eyes and pulled his sleeve back before he affixed his buckler.

“Absolutely wonderful,” he spat as he walked to meet the other being halfway.

Odds are I'm dealing with some sort of Fae creature, a being of the elements, or some combination of both... Absolutely fucking wonderful, he thought as he drew his sword and held it over his shoulder in a fashion quite similar to that of the being before him, mirroring the fox being's gait. When they were within speaking distance of one another, the mage came to a stop and brought his sword forward into a ready position.

The air between the two combatants was charged with excitement and anxiety. The young man lacked any manner of formal training, but years on the streets of Radasanth had been enough to imbue him with at least some small manner of skill with improvised weapons.

“Heh,” he half laughed under his breath as he looked the creature up and down. If I hadn't got out and joined that priest for his lessons every day, I'd probably still be picking fights with men twice my size over a half loaf of bread and flagon of clean water.

“I don't know how we do this, but I suppose I should at least introduce myself. I am Glacies Frost. I have no house, I hold no rank. May I ask your name?” he said in a voice far more confident than he felt. For the creature before him to go without any kind of protective clothing, it had to be capable of defending the soft flesh from harm through some other means, most likely magical.

Today is going to end one of two ways... Either I'm going to win, or I'm going to learn what I shouldn't do, he thought as he continued to lock eyes with the fox.