Obvious right slash
*CLANG*
He blocks
Feint low, stab high
*CLANG*
He blocks
Roll behind and stab in the back
*CLANG*
He blocks
Alden goes in for the wrist grab
*THUNK*
A nut hits his head. This momentary distraction gives me time to place my feet so that Alden stumbles over them and falls to the ground. I place my blade to his lower back "dead".
"No fair," Alden said, "Tarka threw the nut at me!"
"Because I told her to," I replied. " You have to learn not only to be aware of your surroundings, like noticing Tarka had been throwing nuts at you since we started, but also not to be distracted." Alden grumbled inaudibly and went for a drink from the nearby well. Tarka dropped down next to him. "It wasn't that bad Alden, you've really improved! He usually gets you with that roll and stab move."
After our flight yesterday, Alden had expressed a renewed interest in swordplay. After swapping escape stories, he had insisted on practicing then and there. With the light fading and Tarka's eyes drooping, I had promised him we would practice today after they had rested. I had needed no rest. The old man, while I was passed out, had healed my wounds and renewed my body. Even my handful of battle scars had disappeared. So had the old man. I hadn't seen him since I had woken yesterday and he hadn't returned.
Alden came back. He was using a short sword we had found in the hut, I was using the sword from the soldier I disarmed yesterday. We took our stances and he attacked first. He went straight for a low stab, feinted, twirled and surprised with a slash from the right. I saw it coming in the shifting of his feet and counter, sidestepping his slash and stabbing at his exposed chest. He blocked we continue to exchange blows. I notice Tarka preparing a nut... and a flicker of movement in the woods to my left. I was distracted and wasn't prepared for the side block Alden delivered, stunning me and flicking my sword arm high above my head with no chance of return. He pointed his sword at my chest. "Dead" he grinned.
"Go Alden!" Tarka shouted from the trees.
I gave Alden a quick approving smile before looking back into the forest as the old man appeared from the tree line. "I'm glad to see you are still here," the old man said, " as I knew you would be. My name is Rhythmus and I am here to teach you how to save the world."
*CLANG*
He blocks
Feint low, stab high
*CLANG*
He blocks
Roll behind and stab in the back
*CLANG*
He blocks
Alden goes in for the wrist grab
*THUNK*
A nut hits his head. This momentary distraction gives me time to place my feet so that Alden stumbles over them and falls to the ground. I place my blade to his lower back "dead".
"No fair," Alden said, "Tarka threw the nut at me!"
"Because I told her to," I replied. " You have to learn not only to be aware of your surroundings, like noticing Tarka had been throwing nuts at you since we started, but also not to be distracted." Alden grumbled inaudibly and went for a drink from the nearby well. Tarka dropped down next to him. "It wasn't that bad Alden, you've really improved! He usually gets you with that roll and stab move."
After our flight yesterday, Alden had expressed a renewed interest in swordplay. After swapping escape stories, he had insisted on practicing then and there. With the light fading and Tarka's eyes drooping, I had promised him we would practice today after they had rested. I had needed no rest. The old man, while I was passed out, had healed my wounds and renewed my body. Even my handful of battle scars had disappeared. So had the old man. I hadn't seen him since I had woken yesterday and he hadn't returned.
Alden came back. He was using a short sword we had found in the hut, I was using the sword from the soldier I disarmed yesterday. We took our stances and he attacked first. He went straight for a low stab, feinted, twirled and surprised with a slash from the right. I saw it coming in the shifting of his feet and counter, sidestepping his slash and stabbing at his exposed chest. He blocked we continue to exchange blows. I notice Tarka preparing a nut... and a flicker of movement in the woods to my left. I was distracted and wasn't prepared for the side block Alden delivered, stunning me and flicking my sword arm high above my head with no chance of return. He pointed his sword at my chest. "Dead" he grinned.
"Go Alden!" Tarka shouted from the trees.
I gave Alden a quick approving smile before looking back into the forest as the old man appeared from the tree line. "I'm glad to see you are still here," the old man said, " as I knew you would be. My name is Rhythmus and I am here to teach you how to save the world."
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ReplyDeleteSave the world?! No pressure right? Who is this random old magician? :) keep writing, this is good stuff.