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pawnstorm2016-09-17 11:15 am
rememberher) wrote in pawnstorm2016-09-17 11:15 am
Swords 101
Who: Lux Crownguard, and you!
Where: The Hall of Glory
When: Back-dated to early-to-mid September
What: A new weapon means learning a new way to fight.
Rating: PG probably? idk
[ Knees bent, feet at shoulders width, posture relaxed yet at the ready.
Repeating that mantra in her head, she moved swiftly, the gems on her bracelet the only light shining through the early morning darkness. Her breaths coming in gentle puffs, made visible by the cool autumn air, she moved through each training dummy with ease, practically dancing as she moved, and leaving yet more light in her wake.
Knees bent, feet at shoulders width, posture relaxed yet at the ready.
And with each one she passed, they began to glow, telling where she had been, where she had struck, bathing them in faint, golden light. Marking them. But with what? Perhaps the gently glowing form of what looked to be the hilt of a sword might have something to do with it.
Then all at once, she would dart away, quick on her feet (quicker than she might appear, as if someone had been training her, teaching her how she should move), casting out her left hand and— ]
Fosopye!
[ Prismatic light blossoming from the palm of her hand, it shattered into shards of iridescent glass, flying at each marked training dummy and imbedding themselves before detonating her golden mark.
Knees bent, feet at shoulders width, posture relaxed yet at the ready.
They were going to need more dummies at this rate. ]
[[Brackets or prose, doesn't matter to me. I'll match styles regardless.]]
Where: The Hall of Glory
When: Back-dated to early-to-mid September
What: A new weapon means learning a new way to fight.
Rating: PG probably? idk
[ Knees bent, feet at shoulders width, posture relaxed yet at the ready.
Repeating that mantra in her head, she moved swiftly, the gems on her bracelet the only light shining through the early morning darkness. Her breaths coming in gentle puffs, made visible by the cool autumn air, she moved through each training dummy with ease, practically dancing as she moved, and leaving yet more light in her wake.
Knees bent, feet at shoulders width, posture relaxed yet at the ready.
And with each one she passed, they began to glow, telling where she had been, where she had struck, bathing them in faint, golden light. Marking them. But with what? Perhaps the gently glowing form of what looked to be the hilt of a sword might have something to do with it.
Then all at once, she would dart away, quick on her feet (quicker than she might appear, as if someone had been training her, teaching her how she should move), casting out her left hand and— ]
Fosopye!
[ Prismatic light blossoming from the palm of her hand, it shattered into shards of iridescent glass, flying at each marked training dummy and imbedding themselves before detonating her golden mark.
Knees bent, feet at shoulders width, posture relaxed yet at the ready.
They were going to need more dummies at this rate. ]
[[Brackets or prose, doesn't matter to me. I'll match styles regardless.]]
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[There's blood. But he's not even frowning, instead hissing out a healing incantation.]
Heh... n-nice! I wasn't expecting that one. My bad.
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She assumed he was going to dodge, and wincing, she gripped her sword tighter. ]
Ed, are you all right?!
[ She wasn't the best healer herself, being a Queen, but crouching down, she let her left hand hover over his back, a light gathering at her palm. ]
To ease your pain.
[ It's a bit cool, but it probably feels good after that. ]
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Doesn't look bad, does it? We'll just heal it off and keep going--this happens all the time when I train.
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You'll live, to be sure, but Ed, I didn't mean to...
[ Chewing on the inside of her lip gently, she looked genuinely sorry. ]
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A-anyways, don't worry about it. If you don't come at me like you mean it, you won't get any better--and I can't get any smarter either. This is sort of how I learn best. [He loves reading about formulas and theorizing about magic, but at the end of the day Ed is a kinetic learner.]
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Heaving a bit of a worried sigh, she moves her hand away once the wound closes. That's not going to look very good in a day or two, sorry friend. ]
Maybe I should switch over to a practice sword, just to be safe...
[ She really doesn't want to hurt him. Truth be told, she hadn't anticipated that that strike would hit as true as it had. ]
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Oh... y-yeah. Now that I'm thinking about it, that would have been a safer way to do things. Sorry, I should think about stuff like that sooner.
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[ Hmm, it was probably best that she stop herself, or else they would fall into an apology circle.
Jogging over to grab a practice sword, she returns, a sheepish smile spread across her lips. ]
All right, now we have less threat of me actually hurting you.
[ Unless she accidentally wallops him with the thing, which is entirely possible. She'll do her best to make sure that you don't have a Bad Time, Ed. ]
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Alright then. Now, I know you're concerned with what the form says to do, but you're letting that hold you back. Um... I'm not exactly an expert at this? But while fundamentals are important, everyone has their own internal balance. Let's stick to the fundamentals, yeah, but if your balance is telling you to do something else then let's give it a shot.
Now! Have at you!
[It's an easy overhead chop--his favorite opener.]