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Post by blacknoise on Aug 18, 2015 21:02:41 GMT
Aleksandria strode through the large center training area. In one hand, she carried her large Flamberge balanced gently on her shoulder, in the other she examined a small list of people who had signed up for her class. A few townsfolk, a guard or two, nothing special. However, the college hadn't held an 'official' practice in a long time, this was a special occasion.
Looking at the men and women gathered before her, she spoke. Her voice was like rain pounding through a storm, commanding, strong, and slightly plesant. "Listen up, I see you gathered before more, most of you are tired, weak, and won't come back after this. I pity you. This class will teach you the fundamental basics of swordplay in combat and self defense. These are essential skills if you find yourself assaulted by ruffians. Before we begin, I'll take roll. Step forward and state your name an occupation."
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Post by Aze on Aug 18, 2015 21:13:21 GMT
Drake had been studying and practice in private for weeks now, so when he heard of an official training session he was all to pleased to attend. The excitement on his face visible as he entered the training grounds, his wooden blade strapped to his side by a piece of grey cloth. Several people had arrived, all of them older and likely more experienced than himself. With a deep gulp he steps forward, right hand raised awkwardly as he spoke, " Drake Cromwell, farmer's son!" His voice was filled with confidence, not so much as to make himself seem cocky but enough to as to stand out. This was his time to see how much his training had come along, and how much he still had to go.
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Post by Guest on Aug 21, 2015 1:52:54 GMT
Willem stepped forward in full leather garb, the Captain's emblem stitched onto his upper left breast pocket.
"Willem DeCarlisle, Captain of the Guard. Pleased to see you again, miss," he and indifferently, for the sake of a mannered appearance.
The thick set man tilted his head toward Aleksandria before stepping back again. Other young men and women recited the standard roll call. Willem watched them all with mild interest..some more than others. Older students weren't the object interest for his search but were worth the time spent watching them. He was always ready to learn something new - to teach the newer guards, and himself. That was the reason for his visit, after all. The root of his participation was recruitment.
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Post by blacknoise on Aug 22, 2015 17:29:00 GMT
Down the line they went, each one describing who they were, Aleksandria nodding towards each. Then, one she missed at first stepped forward, Captain DeCarlisle. A wide grin spread across Alek's face as the slightly younger man introduced himself. She bowed to him, and him alone, in return and responded, "Captain DeCarlisle! What a wonderful surprise to see you again, how are your sisters? Vivienne especially, I caught a glimpse of her a few days back, beautiful as ever." The Captain would likely be well aware of Alek's 'unique' preferences, and the armored woman knew this would likely either off put or disgust the man. Not that a woman took interest in one of his own, but rather than a criminal did.
Her face returning to the rest of the crowd, her demeanor darkened and she addressed the crowd. "For those of you who know me not, I am Aleksandria Kostya, a former soldier. I am traimed to hold front lines and to eliminate knights who cause a problem on battlefields. Watch closely, I will be demonstrating a few basics movements, movements you will attempt to copy as best as possible. After, I will set up practice duels."
True to her word, Alek began demonstrating, with her signature Flamberge, multiple broadsword combat techniques. Parrying, thrusting, footwork positioning, and the basic two handed strikes. After word, she observed each man and woman in their actions, giving minimal corrections when needed and large praises. Finally, when she came to Williem and Drake, she smiled and motioned for the two to follow her. Addressing the crowd, she began.
"Listen up, all of you will pick a single partner to duel. I will observe each duel. But first, you will observe how to repel two opponents simultaneously. I have chosen the two fastest learners among you, Drake Cromwell and your own captain of the guard. You two, come at me."
At that, Alek stepped back and held her blade up and at a slight angle downwards, prepared to block or parry. The two were free to begin attacking at any moment.
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Post by Lev on Aug 23, 2015 18:21:33 GMT
The scene was set for a textbook demonstration. Students formed small audiences on either side of the classroom, silently choosing teams and predicting the outcome of the interactive lessons. One of the participants moved their body to strike until the wooden door of the classroom broke from its frame, creaking forward. The seriousness of the moment was lost as the group turned its attention towards the door, like the instant a reader's eyes are torn away from an immersive book. Unexpectedly, a guest in a silvery gown entered.
"Excuse my rudeness," Theolandra said quietly to the silent class. "I'm a little late. But I didn't want to miss the practice matches."
Hurried, but graceful, the light-haired Lady took a seat in an empty section of the room. One of her attendants and a lady-in-waiting stood at her side. With a creaseless smile she looked to Aleksandria.
"Please, continue."
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Post by Aze on Aug 24, 2015 6:37:24 GMT
Drake was shocked when he was selected to take part as partner to the guard captain. Might not want to get hit by that, he thinks as he sizes his opponent up, particularly the flamberge. Taking in a deep breath he widens his stance, left foot forward. Slowly shifting himself to the left, his wooden blade held in front of him in his right hand. With an exhale he lowers himself and charges Alek with weapon trailing right behind him. Use your speed when to your advantage. Be the distraction, he thinks as he nears Alek. " Wait for an opportunity to strike!" he yells back to Wilhelm.
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Post by Guest on Aug 26, 2015 19:16:47 GMT
"Right, then."
Willem recognized the lesson plan. Two against one - parry, dodge, counter. The Captain hadn't fought Aleksandria outside of that moment but he was certain that she was skilled enough to perform the demo with ease. He wasn't going to lose for the sake of the class, but he wasn't going to half-ass the effort either. Just as he decided to charge he could hear a late arrival sneak through the classroom door. Midway through his attack he recognized who it was, loosening the grip on his sword and bowing his wielding arm back lazily. It was the queen.
Respect demanded his snap to attention. Foolish, really. In the middle of a battle are you going to salute a king if he runs up beside you? No! He becomes a man with the same face as every warrior beside him. But this was Lady Theolandra!? A queen. A woman. It was a classroom not a war. If his father saw him neglecting chivalrous etiquette he'd roll over in his grave. So, at the sake of injury and failure the large man bowed his head with his free arm glued to his chest.
"Milady!"
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Post by blacknoise on Aug 27, 2015 15:59:19 GMT
As Drake charged, Alek fixed her steely eyed gaze upon him and, at the last second, spun to his left and past him. She shoved out her right arm and made to bash it into his back, attempting to offbalance him to throw him to the ground. Immediately, she followed the pirouette with a two handed strike at williem, aiming to catch his blade midstrike.
Aleksandria expected Williem to be just as strong as herself, therefore she put her full effort into her strike. What she did not expect was for him to defocus on theit battle to pay respects go whoever walked in. Too late to cancel her strike, she blindly yanked her own blade down right before it would have hit his. With Williem's loosened grip, Alek didn't fool herself, she would have gone right through his grip and cut the man open if she hadn't pulled her blade down.
However, Alek had a very large sword. The weight of the blade flinging down, coupled with Alek's own body position, caused her to offbalance herself and fall headlong into Williem. In her falling, she cut part of her head and face upon Williem's blade before nearly bouncing off the man and slipping hard to the rough dirt ground. While Alek had been able to pull her blade away from the strike, it was impossible to stop her body's momentum going forward.
Literally shaking with rage, Alek released her sword and pushed herself to her feet. Immediately, she threw her entire body weight into a punch aimed at Williem's face. As she did so, she yelled at him, "Divines damn! Are you really that much of an idiot! I don't care if Den himself walks into this room, you do not unfocus yourself when sharpened blades are being used! Stupid fool!" Ignoring Theolandra, Alek stepped away for a moment, blood running down her face from the wound in her head. Arms shaking from rage, she breathed deeply and slowly, attmepting to calm herself.
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Post by Aze on Aug 28, 2015 1:50:28 GMT
As his foes fist found itself in Drake's back, he cough (not coughing blood) before falling to the ground. As he tries to bring himself back up, he notices her haze shift towards Wilhelm. Using the wooden weapon Drake forces himself back up, now there's the chance I need, he thinks as he lurches slowly toward her turned back. That is until she moves away after slicing herself due to Wilhelm's salute to Lady Theolandra. With an audible sigh he stops his movement, " I agree with Alek here. Anytime fighting is involved you need to pay attention to the field," with a pause he looks towards their instructor, " Do you want to end this for now to get that healed or at least cleaned up? Wouldn't WA t it to get infected would we?"
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Post by Guest on Sept 1, 2015 18:30:06 GMT
The sharp pang of metal on metal shot through Willem's loose grip. If reflexes hadn't taken over, Aleksandria's blow would've disarmed AND dismembered the reckless oaf. Luckily (or unluckily) the woman's blow was deflected. The collision disoriented the captain before he could witness the aftermath. He knew Alek wouldn't be happy about the wrench he just threw into her demonstration. It was foolish, he'd agree. But there were certain things that he'd risk looking idiotic for. Alek didn't appreciate that, which became as apparent as her fist slamming into the side of his face. There'd be a bruise left behind, no doubt. He didn't dare cup his cheek like some baffled trainee, though. The reason for his injury was obvious and well-warranted.
"I apologize sincerely for the wound, Ms. Kostya. I'll accept whatever judgment you wish to pass," was his only remorseful reply. He didn't care for the woman, really, but he never intended to hurt anyone. Even her.
As for Drake, Willem paid no heed to the younger man's words. He didn't particularly care what the intermediate fighter agreed or disagreed with. Alek's words were the only ones her waited for.
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Post by blacknoise on Sept 2, 2015 20:16:02 GMT
Aleksandria still shook with rage as she looked through blood addled vision at the captain of the guard. The man seemed remorseful, but Alek couldn't give less of a damn. Pointing to the door, she immediately responded before Williem could even finish speaking, interrupting mid-apology. "I don't give a damn about your apologies!" She heaved, pausing a moment to collect herself. Face steeling, her demeanor darkened incredibly as blood from the cut dripped to the floor. Pointing to the door, she finished speaking to the captain of the guard, "I will not have you disrupt my class any further, the consequences if I had not pulled up could have been incredibly dire for you, and it is a miracle my pulling back was not dire for me. Get out."
Turning to Drake, she shook her head and dismissed his concern, "I will be fine, raise your blade, we continue." The last two words she said loudly, indicating they were for the entire class. Without another wood, Aleksandria reached for her weapon and advanced towards Drake, slicing a quick, clear two handed strike to Drake's right. It would not be difficult for the young man to block her blow, rather, Aleksandria wanted to see if he would parry it. As she struck, she spoke to him, "When your opponent strikes for you, do not only stop their blade, but redirect it away. Don't wait for an opening, create your own."
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Post by Aze on Sept 3, 2015 1:44:12 GMT
Drake watched as his opponent's weapon came in closer, taking the advice from her he swiftly jabs his own weapon down onto the flamberge. "Like this?" he asks with a slight bit of sarcasm before placing his right foot onto the flat of the blade. Swiftly following with a slash coming from Alek's left, using both hand to swing the weapon while trying to use most of his weight to keep her weapon from moving on him. The entire time his facial expression remaining largely unchanged, after all just a practice battle no need to go for the fierce look.
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Post by zaediir on Sept 3, 2015 2:39:19 GMT
Ilbraum strode into the room, a lick of fire dancing up and down this new armor, sliding around as if it were a pet. A magic that he had been working on. He formed it into a small baby wyrm and smiled as it scurried onto his shoulder. He then took out his glaive and tapped a button on the small hilt, causing the blade to fold out and expand, and the hilt to stretch to about four and a half feet. "Ilbraum Lambre, I understand there's a form of fight going on here?" he asked charismatically, smiling at the others.
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Post by Lev on Sept 10, 2015 2:59:58 GMT
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Theolandra visibly jumped at the scene that unfolded, unsure if the frightening clang of metal was from the swords or her clenched teeth. Her fingernails dug into the wood of her simple seat until she knew that both fighters were safe from serious harm. When it was over she relaxed back into her seat, an expression of relief on her face to counter the clear and present fury on Aleksandria's.
The Lady favored Willem. A pang of protectiveness struck at her heart, demanding action against the teacher that was scolding him irrationally. But, of course, it wasn't irrational at all. His manners were exemplary, but a terrible model for the classroom. Theolandra couldn't hep blaming herself for the mishap, a feeling that was conveyed in her gaze as he started to leave the room. She could sense his anger in it all.. and she could sense his reluctant resignation. After Willem left the class, another latecomer entered.
"He'll be okay, milady. It is better that Miss Aleksandria let him go." From behind, Nadea - a young female attendee - laid her dark hand on the white sleeve of her queen, splitting her attention.
"Yes," was all Theolandra said in response. Perhaps it was too short, or curt, but any more of the subject didn't need to be shared with the current audience.
This was especially true for the magic-weilder that had approached. His charisma did little to distract Theolandra from his magic. Hopefully, given the benefit of doubt, he was new to the college. Perhaps he didn't know that magic was not practiced in the combat halls.. and the dragonesque creature he conjured.
"There is a bout going on - for swordplay. Many, in fact," she said slowly, eyeballing the wyrm. "Maybe you've found the wrong classroom?"
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Post by zaediir on Sept 10, 2015 3:46:30 GMT
Ilbraum smiled and responded, "No i believe I've found the correct room. Combat correct, as in hand to hand?" he twirled his spear in one hand and chuckled as he spotted her staring intently at the small fellow. He quickly caused it to turn to ashes and walked closer to the center of the room. "I am what you would call a battlemage. Instead of using only spells i instead use them to enhance this spear of mine, Etoahc. I do use spells as well, but most of my magic is used as a buff to my weapons. Unless the weapon happens to be made of my flames. In which a whole different issue occurs." Ilbraum hated calling it magic, as he had been told it was his gods divine power sent to him, however, that was what most called it, and he figured he had better stick with what was safe rather than repeat himself a thousand times.
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