₪ Ash 9th, Year 121, A.o.S ₪
Company: Bandits & Spirits| Thoughts: Revenge huh?| Mood: Unsettled
Company: Bandits & Spirits| Thoughts: Revenge huh?| Mood: Unsettled
₪ Having his sword broken last season, Siorey was back to square one. He needed to get familiar with this axe he pilfered from that damned bandit. Holding it in his hand he noticed it felt just as heavy as his sword. He was by himself this time, telling Dhasali not to worry about him as he wasn't going too far from the city.
He had been within a clearing, practicing his skill with this war axe as a form of demonstration for some of the animals there. With his raid on the treasure hunters not too far away, he had nothing better to do than to hone his skill with it. He didn't want to lose any of the strength I had gained from his prior training with a sword.
The sounds of a warrior hard at work echoed in the open air of the clearing, as Siorey believed there was no place better than an open field. Standing out in the open air, Siorey could remember the first time he started using a weapon, training with Dhasali.
The echoing of steel clashing against each other, the way the blades sang through the air. In that time of his life, he admired his guardian and the way he fought, wanting to be like him, fierce and graceful, known for his valor and feared for his talent in combat. It was one of the sweetest memories he had of his youth oddly enough.
He knew the best way to be comfortable with this weapon was to use it till exhaustion, learning what he could and couldn't do with it in terms of skill, something he learned from Dhasali. It was one of the many lessons he took to heart. Calming his breathing, he went to work.
First came some easy moves, first swinging the war axe from right to left, which would allow him to be able to hit enemies from behind him and to the left of himself, a move he practiced back and forth several times till he felt familiar enough with it.
He was starting to fancy this weapon over the sword he had, granted the latter was a gift given to him by Dhasali, but somehow the war axe felt right to him like it was meant to be in his hands. Wiping some sweat he focused and got back to business with his weapon training.
Next came a one-handed move, light and quick swings which he could follow with a hacking attack if he wanted to chain a combo. He was beginning to find his own unique rhythm, practicing different techniques from the left and right attacks to stronger more reaching attacks. He played around with jumping and rolling techniques as well.
"I see why that bandit liked this kind of weapon, this thing is amazing." he admitted with a panted smile, sitting on a nearby boulder to catch his breath. The war axe was no were near light in its weight, and it was tiring after an hour of constant training. Now that he had some basic moves down, he could focus on getting a style for it.
Exhausted he plopped across the cool surface of the boulder looking out into the landscape. This training, especially him trying to crank it all out at once was pushing his body to its peak. He knew he was tired, but he didnt want to stop now, no he had to continue on.
As he laid there he allowed the heat of his body to cool against the refreshing crisp of the breeze that blew through the forest clearing. Closing his eyes he melted into his surroundings, allowing his body to truly calm and relax, as it was so unnatural for it to move the way it was. He was working muscles and body parts that even he had no idea existed.
However, his rest was abruptly ended when the voice of Nil Thur came into his ear. Danger! it hissed, making its appearance from behind the boulder, climbing onto Siorey's back as he dropped off the large rock. From the treeline, many figures began to fill the clearing.
Some of them looked worse for wear, but one he recognized, his heart dropping a bit at the sight. It was the bear rathari he killed that night, the night his sword broke. But the longer he looked at him, the more he saw different things that stuck out about the rathari.
"You the mage that chopped my brother up. I've come to return the favor." he bellowed a look of hatred on his face. Siorey was starting to regret not having Dhasali here, but he knew very well he couldn't run now. Looking out at the many armed warriors, he only said a few words. "Taberu, Kimyona Kiba, Ja'akuna Me"
From inky black portals, accompanied by the sounds of crashing water, all three spirits appeared beside Siorey. Pointing the axe at the bear rathari, Siorey let out a sigh and fixed his eyes on the animal. "If you want my life, you will have to work for it." he declared, Nil Thur hissing at the group of bandits. ₪
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