Myron
Godslayer
I was spending some time today on the practice grounds, my fists red to the excessive punches I was giving out to the guards that spared with me. I flipped my hair out of my eyes and wiped the line of sweat from my brow as I flipped over a young lad, no older than 18, finding his back to my heel and kicking him a good 7 meters across the room.
I then caught the swing of one of their swords, gripping it between my two palms, the blade only inches from my face. With the slight thrill I got, partially from my species, I pushed my knee into his chest and grabbed him, chucking him into the other 3 men who were running toward me. Then with a swift spin kick I knocked down the others standing around me.
This was the kind of enjoyment I have been looking for, it wasn't often I found time to really train like I used to and I wouldn't lie when I said I missed it like the seventh. There was nothing like the thrill of punching someone in their face.
Invictas, that sounds bad.
I then waved off the men as they stood for more. Despite my battle rage I began to grow thirsty.
"Thank's guys, you can take a break." In return all I heard were muffled yes and groans of pain, which I'd admit made me giggle to myself.
The breeze certainly felt good, despite this being an ice planet I wasn't so cold. In fact, I was simply wearing some leggings and a white shirt. No armor, nor formal wares. I looked across the planes, my training grounds were actually located on a large balcony overlooking an impasse in the cliffs, it was just above a frozen lake, which glistened to the beautiful sunlight of hoth.
Suddenly as I watched the skyline an edgy voice spoke up from behind, one I would recognize from anywhere. Marius the forgemaster. A man whom held me before anyone else, he first equipped me with a sword before anyone else. And he punched me first as well. So here I was, turning to him and letting a grin appear on my lips.
"What'ya think?" I asked him with a hopeful voice.
[member="Marius Severus"]
I then caught the swing of one of their swords, gripping it between my two palms, the blade only inches from my face. With the slight thrill I got, partially from my species, I pushed my knee into his chest and grabbed him, chucking him into the other 3 men who were running toward me. Then with a swift spin kick I knocked down the others standing around me.
This was the kind of enjoyment I have been looking for, it wasn't often I found time to really train like I used to and I wouldn't lie when I said I missed it like the seventh. There was nothing like the thrill of punching someone in their face.
Invictas, that sounds bad.
I then waved off the men as they stood for more. Despite my battle rage I began to grow thirsty.
"Thank's guys, you can take a break." In return all I heard were muffled yes and groans of pain, which I'd admit made me giggle to myself.
The breeze certainly felt good, despite this being an ice planet I wasn't so cold. In fact, I was simply wearing some leggings and a white shirt. No armor, nor formal wares. I looked across the planes, my training grounds were actually located on a large balcony overlooking an impasse in the cliffs, it was just above a frozen lake, which glistened to the beautiful sunlight of hoth.
Suddenly as I watched the skyline an edgy voice spoke up from behind, one I would recognize from anywhere. Marius the forgemaster. A man whom held me before anyone else, he first equipped me with a sword before anyone else. And he punched me first as well. So here I was, turning to him and letting a grin appear on my lips.
"What'ya think?" I asked him with a hopeful voice.
[member="Marius Severus"]