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Post by Innes Lynch on Dec 18, 2011 21:21:12 GMT -5
Innes reported to the training grounds of the castle, nervous, young, and filled with everything but confidence. It was time for personal training with the one who who mattered most, the most physically adept warrior in the Knights rankings. Innes, still incapable of using his magical spear correctly, would have a hard time fighting and keeping up with the instructor.
He was incapable of conjuring his weapon immediately, which was the scariest thing for him. It mattered not though, as he made his way to the training grounds due to principal and values. He made it this far, even if he wasn't prepared for this level of training.
The Hylian reported to the spot, five minutes early. He had heard she was cruel, tough, scary, and secretly a Monster in Gerudo form. Innes didn't believe any of this, and he could of never known how things would of turned out.
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Nairore
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Post by Nairore on Dec 18, 2011 21:36:03 GMT -5
Zenethil and a large brigade of the Knights were away on a very tough campaign. Zenethil had taken most of his best swords for this particular one, leaving the barracks rather tight on sparring partners. As such he had told Nairore to stay back and keep training herself and the other Knights as they had normally. Of course with most of them gone this left Nairore with the green Knights, fresh from whatever militia they might've served in before they decided to try their hand among the big boys. She couldn't say she was exactly thrilled with Zenethil's decision, but he was her father and she wasn't going to argue.
So with Naurlambe strapped to her back Nairore showed up for work as always. The barracks were astoundingly empty and the sparring pitch that usually resonated with the sound of training swords and armor equally getting a firm beating was eerily quiet. Frankly she saw this as a chance to use her real weapon instead of the custom designed wooden training sword she used typically to give the Knights a firm beating. It was the first sign that she wasn't really taking this entire scenario seriously. The second sign was the cocked eyebrow when she stepped out and saw the boy she would be training.
She sighed and walked to him, her hands resting on her hips as she shook her head. "Okay, first of all are we going to need a change of pants for you the first time weapons hit?" she asked as she passed him by, hips swaying side to side, before deciding the gap was enough and turning to face him. "Alright, I'm sure you know the rules here. We're testing your sword arm, not your magic, so you use your weapon only. Also, give me your all. If you hold back you will get hurt, and you don't need to think you'll hurt me even with your best."
Her arm raised above her head and the other one gave it a tug, giving the boy a decent view of her figure as she did, then she repeated the other with the same feline stretch. Naurlambe was pulled from the snap sheath on her back and twirled around, then came to rest on her shoulder as she looked at him. "What's your name, kid?" she said with disdain. This was ridiculous and she would be having words with Zenethil when he got back.
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Post by Innes Lynch on Dec 19, 2011 0:06:23 GMT -5
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Innes straightened his posture somewhat as she entered, moving her seductive body through his gaze. He knew she was beautiful, astoundingly beautiful in fact, but he had self control, and wasn't an over the top pervert. He did not let her beauty and curvey body capture his thoughts and focus. As she spoke, he listened, and caught the feeling that she was possibly irritated. This was, by all means, a completely bad way for him to start off with Nairore. As she gave here initial introduction, he remained silent.
"Innes."
He wasn't a sugar coating brown noser; she may of scared him, and had rumors among the new recruits as a monstress beauty, but by no means did he intend to let that fear dictate his actions. The only thing he worried about was her statement on magic. Using his spear was technically using magic, but he figured she meant as long as he wasn't shooting out spells at her. Relaxing his shoulders somewhat, he extended his hand forth.
In it, a small ball of light shined momentarily, then flashed, and from his soul, amplified by aether, formed the long spear that he used for combat. Resting it against his shoulder, he kept a serious expression on his face. She was going to make him a Soldier.
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Post by Nairore on Dec 19, 2011 10:33:55 GMT -5
Nairore watched as he summoned up his weapon from some far reaches of whatever magical realm there might be. It was all stuff she had never taken the time to understand. She was there to test his combat capabilities, how he could stand when he didn't have his spells to rely on. Zenethil wanted each Knight to at least be able to defend themselves when it came to exclusively martial combat. Nairore figured if she could embarrass this kid enough he would go and learn how to defend himself, so Zenethil's wish would be fulfilled.
"Let's hope you don't trip yourself up with that thing," she grunted, twirling Naurlambe with her right hand casually, despite the size of the two-handed scimitar. Let's get this over with quick. The sword fell perfectly into her grip and into a diagonal guard. The corner of her lip twisted upward in what could only be described as a sadistic smirk, or at least the shadows of one, before she got started.
With sudden and unexpected speed she shot forward, straight for the kid, the sword staying diagonally in front of her as a cross guard to defend against the extended reach of the spear. That was the main advantage such a weapon had; it had longer reach that others. Once in close quarters, however, it became much less effective unless the wielder knew how to use it. Nairore decided she would test him immediately on that front, so her goal was to move inside of his initial guard and throw up the offensive right away.
So as she approached the pinnacle of his guard she fell low into a roll just as suddenly as her charge, letting the roll carry her past him. She caught herself with one hand, set her footing and kicked backward with one of her legs toward the back of his knee to throw off his balance, before using the same motion to bring herself to her feet with the sword still on guard, whether he was sent stumbling or not.
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