Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 3:45:11 GMT
"Hold your weapon firm!" "Plant your feet firmly in the ground!" "Do not stand too stiff!"
It was a warm day in the fields just outside of Londinium. Several low leveled Swashbucklers had gathered to partake in a small training event hosted by Dumah, a moderately leveled, some-what known Swashbuckler. Wooden dummies were standing up as the low leveled students struck at them, all the while Dumah was walking about, pacing back and forth down the row of Swashbucklers training their skills. Dumah restricted each to begin with only one sword until they had grown a bit more comfortable with it. If one had to guess, they might just think Dumah was an actual swordplay teacher before he and all others awoke in this world. He would occasionally nudge someone's joints and limbs a bit if their stance was off. "You must be able to focus on your body, as well as that of your opponent. With a weak stance, you can become an easy target. Something as small as this can make the biggest impact to the tide of a fight. No matter how small a detail may seem, it can mean the difference between victory and defeat. Keep the fight in your favor and out of your opponent's, and there will be few tasks that cannot be overcome."
Dumah walked towards one of the dummies. "I will show you." Dumah drew his sword from its scabbard, which he had been holding in his left hand at hip level the whole time. He set the wooden scabbard down and firmly held his sword in a stance that showed his level of skill in the use of a one handed sword. He took a step forward towards the target, quickly slashing with precise direction and incredible speed. The dummy fell to pieces as a clean cut was made diagonally through it. He took the scabbard of his blade and sheathed his sword. "Work hard, train hard, and never give up. Do this, and you will all become skilled swordsmen, I guarantee it."
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It was a warm day in the fields just outside of Londinium. Several low leveled Swashbucklers had gathered to partake in a small training event hosted by Dumah, a moderately leveled, some-what known Swashbuckler. Wooden dummies were standing up as the low leveled students struck at them, all the while Dumah was walking about, pacing back and forth down the row of Swashbucklers training their skills. Dumah restricted each to begin with only one sword until they had grown a bit more comfortable with it. If one had to guess, they might just think Dumah was an actual swordplay teacher before he and all others awoke in this world. He would occasionally nudge someone's joints and limbs a bit if their stance was off. "You must be able to focus on your body, as well as that of your opponent. With a weak stance, you can become an easy target. Something as small as this can make the biggest impact to the tide of a fight. No matter how small a detail may seem, it can mean the difference between victory and defeat. Keep the fight in your favor and out of your opponent's, and there will be few tasks that cannot be overcome."
Dumah walked towards one of the dummies. "I will show you." Dumah drew his sword from its scabbard, which he had been holding in his left hand at hip level the whole time. He set the wooden scabbard down and firmly held his sword in a stance that showed his level of skill in the use of a one handed sword. He took a step forward towards the target, quickly slashing with precise direction and incredible speed. The dummy fell to pieces as a clean cut was made diagonally through it. He took the scabbard of his blade and sheathed his sword. "Work hard, train hard, and never give up. Do this, and you will all become skilled swordsmen, I guarantee it."
- 342 Words -
- Total: 342 -
