Post by Barathius on Apr 29, 2012 13:17:50 GMT -6
Characters: Barillion, Locret, and Nicolletta
Setting: Begins just outside the Comb and Wattle, before moving to the abandoned house just outside Combe, and then ends back inside the Wattle.
Summary: Barillion and Locret engage in their first ever sparring practice…
### Chat Log: General 04/27 11:06 PM ###
Barillion glances around for a moment as if trying to decide on a place to travel to... after a moment he breaks into a slight grin stating, "I know just the place. Follow me, keep up."
Locret follows him with a confident gate.
Barillion steps up to the edge of the small field slowly, his gaze flickering back to the guards at the gate warily before he says slowly, "Well... lets get started..." he reaches down across his body with his right hand, slowly drawing the longsword... that likely would have been at least a hand and a half sword on a smaller man. Once the blade is drawn, he snaps the blade crisply into+
Barillion +| a vertical position, parallel to his right arm. He then steps forwards with his left foot, rotating his right foot as he does so. His feet, now for a rough 'T' shape, with a foot and a half gap between them, he then slowly raises his blade into a well precticed fencing stance, with the tip of the blade pointed towards Loc, his blade running horizontal, and held roughly at +
Barillion +| eye level. he then slowly nods stating, "Lets see your
stance..."
Locret unsheiths his sword in a simple, fluid motion, his stance following more of the militaristic style-stance. His feet spread apart for balance one infront of the other, his balance on the side. He eyes the blade, reading Barillion's stance and adjusting his own, pivoting his wait to the front leg and then to the back with ease.
Barillion nods slightly, his eyes taking in the stance with a slight grin, after a moment he states, "You can make the first move... I will counter, and then explain why it is the counter would or wouldn't work afterward." he trails off and quickly shifts his weight back onto his right foot, his muscles tensing in anticipation.
Locret nods again, pausing for a moment, giving him a few seconds to guess what form he would take. He goes in for an easy horizontal stroke, leaning in on his front leg and extending his reach to where he could knock Barillion's chest if not blocked or countered quick enough.
Barillion lurches forwards, transfering his weight hurriedly forwards onto his left foot before pulling his right right foot up as well, he would attempt to step into Loc's guard, bringing his unused left arm out to catch Loc's arm by the wrist, while simultaneously maneuvering his right arm so that the tip of his blade presses gently against Loc's throat.
Locret blinks in surprise at his counter."Fancy trick," he compliments,"I left my defense open, I see that much."
Barillion nods slightly in approval releasing her wrist and stepping away from her while replying, "Yes you did, in addition to that, never underestimate a hand that isn't holding a weapon, it can do just as much, if not more damage than the hand holding the weapon." he drops back into his same stance once more as he adds, "Try it again..."
Locret smiles again, switching his attack to and upward stroke, then he turns suddenly onto the other foot in a spin to bring his elbow around to attempt a crack at his jaw.
Nicolletta paused a moment to see the very familiar figure. Hard to miss that hulking figure. Though her attention wavered to the boy and then to the bear in the distance. She figured she would have more fun with the bear so she kicked her horse hard with her heels and went driving past them, after the bear.
Barillion hops nimbly back and away from the elbow, waiting to see if the spin will throw Loc off balance, assuming that it does, he would then lunge forwards once more, using his open hand to 'lighlty' push Loc once he is off balance... though, a light push from Barillion's massive form would likely be enough to send the much smaller, form of Loc sprawling on the ground.
Locret ducks down after the first evasion, under the man's large arm. Quick-footed, Loc holds his sword point to the man's back, agile like a dancer. "The Soldier I trained with pulled much of the same movements of trying to over power me when we trained."
Barillion nods slightly as if in consideration before asking quietly, "A soldier you say... Soldiers aren't known for their unconventional tactics..." without another word he lurches into motion, attempting to catch Loc off guard as he leaps forwards, and well clear of the blade, he immediatenly whirls around, hurling his sword at Loc from a distance before powering back towards him and+
Barillion +| catapulting his massive, yet surprisingly agile form into a diving tackle.
Locret steps back to regain himself before squatting down and taking a stance lower than Barillion's oncoming attack. As large as the man is, this boy worked on a farm his whole life. By using his weight against him, Loc tries to wrap his arms around Barillion's knees in an attempt to knock him down.
Barillion is brought crashing to the ground, yet he somehow, barely appears effected in the least bit and rolls away, returning to his feet, with his blade in his hands once more... at this point, he unveils his true skill with a blade, stepping forwards as his right wrist seems to twist repeatadly, casting the massive blade into a whirlwind of swirling strokes, each hurtling at Loc +
Barillion +| from all sides, two from the top, a third in a reverse stroke, hurtling upwards under her guard, a fourth and fifth whipping in from the right, and finally a sixth and seventh stroke from the left, before his single last stroke, the blade seems to confoundingly appear horizontal, running parallel to his eye, as both hands appear around the hilt, he lunges forwards, +
Barillion +| with full strength... at the dead center of Loc's stomach.
Locret uses his own skill to block as well as parry each attack. Strong attacks meet stronger blocks as he tries to force off each hit harder than the last. On the last three hits, Loc's blade fumbles slightly as his handiwork seemed off in his gloves. The boy keeps his guard up and just as the man plunges for his gut he glances the blade off of his hip, the cloth slicing open but+
Locret giving Loc the chance to lung forward with his own blade resting against Barillion's collar bone as a final strike to their spar.
Barillion pauses and glances down slightly, his gaze passing between Loc's blade resting at his collar, and the point of his own blade resting a hairsbreath from the boy's gut, he breaks into a grin and states, "Well... either I am a miraculously good teacher, or you are /far/ better at this then I had been led to believe." he nods slightly and states, "I think that you are more than +
Barillion +| capable with a blade... so I don't think lessons would be the correct term... from now on, lets call this, sparring practice." he grins slightly and winks before stating, "We should be getting back to check on Susan..." he then slowly steps away from the boy and sheathes his massive blade before turning and striding towards the town gate... As he passes through the gates, +
Barillion +| the town guards simply gape at him in amazement, not sure whether they are more surprised to have seen the massive man moving with such speed... or seeing the small youth match the man in combat."
Locret strides rather proudly after the larger man,"Sparring will do me just fine. Atleast I'll get a chance to practice. If Cartwell's nagging permits it." The boy glances at his side where the fabric was torn and frowns, as his undershirt beneath was also ripped. A bit of blood stains the undershirt and darkest the edges of his tunic,"Bloody hell." He grumbles, ignoring the gapes+
Locret of the guard as he trudges on through the gates,"I'll need a bath proper and needles for this mess."
Barillion notices the injury for the first time and narrows his eyes slightly... though a flash of worry crosses them as he asks, "Are you alright?"
Locret shakes his head,"I'll be fine. I've had worse before, you know." He touches his side gingerly, the cut not even deep enough for stitches.
Barillion nods slightly but still appears worried as he follows the boy quickly back towards the inn... after a moment realization dawns that Susan may just kill him for this... because that is all he needs, another woman that repeatadly tries to kill him...
Locret was thinking the same thing with Susan's penchant for punishment of other men. He plants a hand on his hip to hide the cut,"Susan won't notice what I don't show her."
Barillion nods slightly though he is hardly reassured, and step back, pulling open the door as he does so...
Locret steps inside the inn, a triumphant grin pulling at his lips at
Susan. He looks sweaty like a boy would after playing. He waves at her with one hand, the otherplanted on his hip and jutted out to an angle to show off his pride of being unscathed... or so we think!
Setting: Begins just outside the Comb and Wattle, before moving to the abandoned house just outside Combe, and then ends back inside the Wattle.
Summary: Barillion and Locret engage in their first ever sparring practice…
### Chat Log: General 04/27 11:06 PM ###
Barillion glances around for a moment as if trying to decide on a place to travel to... after a moment he breaks into a slight grin stating, "I know just the place. Follow me, keep up."
Locret follows him with a confident gate.
Barillion steps up to the edge of the small field slowly, his gaze flickering back to the guards at the gate warily before he says slowly, "Well... lets get started..." he reaches down across his body with his right hand, slowly drawing the longsword... that likely would have been at least a hand and a half sword on a smaller man. Once the blade is drawn, he snaps the blade crisply into+
Barillion +| a vertical position, parallel to his right arm. He then steps forwards with his left foot, rotating his right foot as he does so. His feet, now for a rough 'T' shape, with a foot and a half gap between them, he then slowly raises his blade into a well precticed fencing stance, with the tip of the blade pointed towards Loc, his blade running horizontal, and held roughly at +
Barillion +| eye level. he then slowly nods stating, "Lets see your
stance..."
Locret unsheiths his sword in a simple, fluid motion, his stance following more of the militaristic style-stance. His feet spread apart for balance one infront of the other, his balance on the side. He eyes the blade, reading Barillion's stance and adjusting his own, pivoting his wait to the front leg and then to the back with ease.
Barillion nods slightly, his eyes taking in the stance with a slight grin, after a moment he states, "You can make the first move... I will counter, and then explain why it is the counter would or wouldn't work afterward." he trails off and quickly shifts his weight back onto his right foot, his muscles tensing in anticipation.
Locret nods again, pausing for a moment, giving him a few seconds to guess what form he would take. He goes in for an easy horizontal stroke, leaning in on his front leg and extending his reach to where he could knock Barillion's chest if not blocked or countered quick enough.
Barillion lurches forwards, transfering his weight hurriedly forwards onto his left foot before pulling his right right foot up as well, he would attempt to step into Loc's guard, bringing his unused left arm out to catch Loc's arm by the wrist, while simultaneously maneuvering his right arm so that the tip of his blade presses gently against Loc's throat.
Locret blinks in surprise at his counter."Fancy trick," he compliments,"I left my defense open, I see that much."
Barillion nods slightly in approval releasing her wrist and stepping away from her while replying, "Yes you did, in addition to that, never underestimate a hand that isn't holding a weapon, it can do just as much, if not more damage than the hand holding the weapon." he drops back into his same stance once more as he adds, "Try it again..."
Locret smiles again, switching his attack to and upward stroke, then he turns suddenly onto the other foot in a spin to bring his elbow around to attempt a crack at his jaw.
Nicolletta paused a moment to see the very familiar figure. Hard to miss that hulking figure. Though her attention wavered to the boy and then to the bear in the distance. She figured she would have more fun with the bear so she kicked her horse hard with her heels and went driving past them, after the bear.
Barillion hops nimbly back and away from the elbow, waiting to see if the spin will throw Loc off balance, assuming that it does, he would then lunge forwards once more, using his open hand to 'lighlty' push Loc once he is off balance... though, a light push from Barillion's massive form would likely be enough to send the much smaller, form of Loc sprawling on the ground.
Locret ducks down after the first evasion, under the man's large arm. Quick-footed, Loc holds his sword point to the man's back, agile like a dancer. "The Soldier I trained with pulled much of the same movements of trying to over power me when we trained."
Barillion nods slightly as if in consideration before asking quietly, "A soldier you say... Soldiers aren't known for their unconventional tactics..." without another word he lurches into motion, attempting to catch Loc off guard as he leaps forwards, and well clear of the blade, he immediatenly whirls around, hurling his sword at Loc from a distance before powering back towards him and+
Barillion +| catapulting his massive, yet surprisingly agile form into a diving tackle.
Locret steps back to regain himself before squatting down and taking a stance lower than Barillion's oncoming attack. As large as the man is, this boy worked on a farm his whole life. By using his weight against him, Loc tries to wrap his arms around Barillion's knees in an attempt to knock him down.
Barillion is brought crashing to the ground, yet he somehow, barely appears effected in the least bit and rolls away, returning to his feet, with his blade in his hands once more... at this point, he unveils his true skill with a blade, stepping forwards as his right wrist seems to twist repeatadly, casting the massive blade into a whirlwind of swirling strokes, each hurtling at Loc +
Barillion +| from all sides, two from the top, a third in a reverse stroke, hurtling upwards under her guard, a fourth and fifth whipping in from the right, and finally a sixth and seventh stroke from the left, before his single last stroke, the blade seems to confoundingly appear horizontal, running parallel to his eye, as both hands appear around the hilt, he lunges forwards, +
Barillion +| with full strength... at the dead center of Loc's stomach.
Locret uses his own skill to block as well as parry each attack. Strong attacks meet stronger blocks as he tries to force off each hit harder than the last. On the last three hits, Loc's blade fumbles slightly as his handiwork seemed off in his gloves. The boy keeps his guard up and just as the man plunges for his gut he glances the blade off of his hip, the cloth slicing open but+
Locret giving Loc the chance to lung forward with his own blade resting against Barillion's collar bone as a final strike to their spar.
Barillion pauses and glances down slightly, his gaze passing between Loc's blade resting at his collar, and the point of his own blade resting a hairsbreath from the boy's gut, he breaks into a grin and states, "Well... either I am a miraculously good teacher, or you are /far/ better at this then I had been led to believe." he nods slightly and states, "I think that you are more than +
Barillion +| capable with a blade... so I don't think lessons would be the correct term... from now on, lets call this, sparring practice." he grins slightly and winks before stating, "We should be getting back to check on Susan..." he then slowly steps away from the boy and sheathes his massive blade before turning and striding towards the town gate... As he passes through the gates, +
Barillion +| the town guards simply gape at him in amazement, not sure whether they are more surprised to have seen the massive man moving with such speed... or seeing the small youth match the man in combat."
Locret strides rather proudly after the larger man,"Sparring will do me just fine. Atleast I'll get a chance to practice. If Cartwell's nagging permits it." The boy glances at his side where the fabric was torn and frowns, as his undershirt beneath was also ripped. A bit of blood stains the undershirt and darkest the edges of his tunic,"Bloody hell." He grumbles, ignoring the gapes+
Locret of the guard as he trudges on through the gates,"I'll need a bath proper and needles for this mess."
Barillion notices the injury for the first time and narrows his eyes slightly... though a flash of worry crosses them as he asks, "Are you alright?"
Locret shakes his head,"I'll be fine. I've had worse before, you know." He touches his side gingerly, the cut not even deep enough for stitches.
Barillion nods slightly but still appears worried as he follows the boy quickly back towards the inn... after a moment realization dawns that Susan may just kill him for this... because that is all he needs, another woman that repeatadly tries to kill him...
Locret was thinking the same thing with Susan's penchant for punishment of other men. He plants a hand on his hip to hide the cut,"Susan won't notice what I don't show her."
Barillion nods slightly though he is hardly reassured, and step back, pulling open the door as he does so...
Locret steps inside the inn, a triumphant grin pulling at his lips at
Susan. He looks sweaty like a boy would after playing. He waves at her with one hand, the otherplanted on his hip and jutted out to an angle to show off his pride of being unscathed... or so we think!