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Sparring match « Thread Started on Jul 23, 2009, 2:27pm »
The sun shone down on the streets below brightly, casting dark shadows, a great contrast to all the areas that the sun reached. It was a rather warm day as well, so many people were outside, and some knights were sparring for fun in a field. Cearo paused for a moment, his gray eyes scanning the fighting, wondering whether he should go and spar against someone. It's not like he had much better to do, anyways, right? He was just walking around for lack of anything else to do.
Cearo hesitantly made his way over to where a crowd was watching, most cheering for who they wanted to win. There were currently three battles going on simultaneously, and it appeared the winner of the round stayed and fought until he lost. Cearo scratched the back of his head absent-mindedly, eyes still scanning while he debated with himself.
Finally, after another few more moments he decided that he would, at least one round, anyways. They were all using practice swords, anyways, so it's not like anyone would get seriously hurt. Now he just had to decide who he wanted to spar with.
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« Last Edit: Aug 11, 2009, 6:51pm by Cearo Slator »
Re: Sparring match « Reply #1 on Aug 11, 2009, 6:54am »
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so i took a big chance at the high school dance with a missy who was ready to play
“Good, good, straighten your leg at the knee a little.” The young man strode in between those standing around waiting to fight the winner. He was rather bored today and so, early that morning, he had snuck out of the castle on a common-looking, bay mare, simple clothes that should not have belonged to any king and a note explaining that he was going down to negotiate with the traders and merchants because he “felt like it”. That was an excuse he had been using for some time now: because he felt like it. It was acceptable, seeing as he was king, but still, he wanted to come up with something a little more original soon. This on a whim business was getting old as stale bread the more he used it. Well, bread that got used frequently rarely got stale unless it was not put away properly, but that wasn’t the point.
Even though he had left his fine clothes and admirable title back at the castle, he had not cast away his arrogant, domineering attitude. His love of ordering people around and pointing out what they were doing wrong had not vanished with his crown. He was still a spoiled brat and he acted like, despite his skill with a blade or with any other weapon, for that matter.
“You, hold your sword perpendicular to your opponent. Good Lord, man, how old is this piece of shit?” He demanded, leaning in closer to examine the man’s sword. “Get yourself a new one, ‘ere the sun rises tomorrow.” He ordered, before strutting away to poke his kingly nose in someone else’s business. Well, it wasn’t so kingly right now, but that didn’t matter to Puck. The lack of royalty around him, did not stop him from being as self-centered and unimpressed by other people as possible.
“And you,” He said, coming up to an idle man, “why is your weapon not bare and ready for combat?”
walk this way talk this way
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word count: 334 listening to:walk this way by aerosmith lyrics credit:walk this way by aerosmith mood: pretty good notes: short post, meh...
« Last Edit: Aug 11, 2009, 6:55am by Puck Driscol »
Re: Sparring match « Reply #2 on Aug 15, 2009, 2:55pm »
SPARRING match. :::: I don't wanna wake before the dream is over, I'm gonna make it mine. ________________________________ ~//--*--\\~
Jules bit her lip softly keeping her eyes glued to the events ahead of her. She was slightly amazed that she had been able to escape the watchful eyes of the castle staff, but nevertheless was proud of herself for finally getting up the nerve to come. Although she doubted her small sword would be drawn today, the prospect of sparring with any man aside from her brother was welcoming. The moves danced in her head for a moment, and she could feel her hand inching towards the sheathed sword hanging discreetly under her rather insipid tunic. She wanted so badly to wield it that it almost consumed her. The spirit of battle was calling out to her with such fervor that she was almost tempted to call off her disguise and demand a fight. Sadly such a display of personality would only cause more trouble for her as well as everyone else in the area. Princesses were not meant to know the smell of adrenaline, the call of the wild. They were meant to meander the halls and wait patiently for their husbands to give them their orders. It was repulsive to Jules, and frankly, she would have none of it.
A strand of dull blond hair fell loose from the wig she wore and marred her eyes suddenly. She looked up in shock, her hands flying to the top of her cloaked head and grasping at the rough fringe without thinking. With a shake of her head, she could feel it slipping and her face, drained of its color, made to bury itself in the thick green hood. She would need to be careful around here. If but a soul knew she was a women, things could become ugly faster than she could say it.
"Umm, Excuse me" She asked a familiar knight standing betwixt her and the onslaught of the crowd. The words echoed in her head before she realized her error. With a grunt, she made to tone down her high feminine voice. "Sir, I would like to inquire as to how one goes about entering a match of sorts?"
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Word Count:: 353 Status:: Finished! Mood:: Impatient with a flavoring of happy somewhere. Notes:: I really have no idea who this is really directed to. Whoever wants to answer her, be my guest! Lyrics:: By Jason Mraz
Re: Sparring match « Reply #3 on Aug 16, 2009, 10:20pm »
Cearo joined the line of men waiting to fight, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his trousers as he waited. It would be a long wait, but it wasn't not like he had anything better to do. He just liked that he was out of the house. Besides, sword fighting with these men would be a lot of fun, he suspected. Of course, there was always the possibility that he would lose, but that didn't bother him too much. It was all for fun, anyways. So long as he did not make a complete fool of himself by losing after five seconds, he would be happy. He also hoped he didn't end up hurting anyone...but he figured no one that didn't know how to fight would be challenging knights who were, of course, experienced.
A man was walking around, correcting people on what he thought they were doing wrong. Cearo watched him, and then quickly lowered his head as the man actually walked towards him and asked why he didn't have his sword out. Well...it was strapped to his belt, it would only take him a second to pull it out. Sure, maybe he should be stretching and practicing, but there wasn't much room to do so. Still, at the man's words, he hurriedly drew his sword, keep his head lowered and his eyes glued to the ground. He cursed himself for not having more bravery and social skills, but was something like that really his fault? Personally, he blamed his parents...he wouldn't have ended up the way he was without their genes, and besides, he didn't think he was that bad of a guy. A little antisocial, maybe, but he thought himself as a good knight, and a gentleman.
"S-Sorry, sir...I was just...I was a little distracted is all, and didn't realize that I should actually be practicing for combat..." He said, all the while his gray eyes glued to the ground, his dirty blond hair casting his eyes in shadow. He slowly forced himself to look up at the man, to show that he meant no disrespect, before once again lowering his head.
At the sound of a voice behind him, he turned slightly, glancing down at the man before him. He was asking how to enter the match? Cearo wondered absentmindedly whether he would have to fight either of these men, the man that was going around correcting people, or the man currently asking him a question. He scratched the back of his head a little sheepishly, a small grin coming to his face. "I'm not actually sure..." He said, glancing once again at the man correcting people. "I figured you just get in line and wait until it's your turn..." He paused, once again turning his attention to the man that had asked him why his sword wasn't out. "Do you know how, s-sir?" He asked, this time forcing himself to meet the man's eyes.
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Re: Sparring match « Reply #4 on Aug 28, 2009, 12:55pm »
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so i took a big chance at the high school dance with a missy who was ready to play
As Puck opened his mouth to respond to the innocent man, who could hardly be called a youth anymore, he was interrupted, by a soft, oddly familiar voice. He knew those lilting tones and he knew them well at that. This was no illusive acquaintaince who was speaking to him, (for if someone’s attention wasn’t focused on him, something was dreadfully wrong with him) this was a voice to someone close to him. And yet, there was no one with quite that vocal quality that he knew, save a few paige boys.
He turned rather quickly, in spite of himself. He was supposed to be in disguise, but those who were out to get Puck would be well-advised to know that he was most vunerable in the moments that he let his guard down. Those moments didn’t happen often, but they were frequent enough.
The speaker was a young boy, probably around thirteen or fourteen, judging by his rather strangled-sounding voice. Oh really? So this whelp thought he would be able to match the King of Numell or any seasoned warrior on the field? Oh, please. He had to be kidding. He let a smirk cross his handsome face before he addressed the idle man first. He could see use for both of the worthless fools. This was going to be fun.
The King snorted in a most un-kingly manner and shook his dark golden-haired hair at the brainless specimen. People really were stupid, these days. Now, if he had aware, alert and invigorated people, Numell would had surely conquered the world by now, but no, he had to be stuck with these imbeciles.
“Oh, it’s quite easy.” He assured the young boy, with a bit of a sneer creeping into his deep, confident voice. “Watch and learn.” Turning to the idle man, he drew his sword with practiced ease, his Gaelic Claymore, a type of longsword, sliding from its sheath as if he had been drawing it through hard soap or butter.
“You, man, I challenge you to a duel to the swordpoint.” He announced, pompously. He had purposely left out his name, for obvious reasons, but neither had he thought any further on the matter.
“Of course you should be training? What? You think Numell’s going to fight for itself. We didn’t become only the greatest domain in the world by sitting around staring at our fingers. En garde!”
walk this way talk this way
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Re: Sparring match « Reply #5 on Aug 31, 2009, 8:23pm »
SPARRING match. :::: I don't wanna wake before the dream is over, I'm gonna make it mine. ________________________________ ~//--*--\\~
The response caught Jules by surprise, after all she was half expecting her inquiries to be bluntly ignored. She stiffened a little, trying to make herself seem taller and more dignified.
"Uhh.. umm. Right." She stammered, a little taken aback at the swiftness of the situation and took a defensive stance without a second thought. Fighting had always come naturally to her, at the slash of the first blade she would be lost in a weightless world where she could spread her shackled wings and fly unburdened. The sword felt right in her hand, it belonged there with her in the heat of battle, like a third limb, it felt a part of her.
It was this passion that she embraced with her now, even watching a battle unfurl so near, her eyes danced unto the eyes of the two much larger men affront her. The taller knight-like one facing away from her now and the fair, rather pompous one instigating the tension in the air, both seemed to engulf her in their shadow; she immediately wondered if she would be called upon to draw her sword, and moreover if she stood a chance. She eyed the challenger shiftily, when all at once a wave of familiarity struck her in the shaggy blond hair and the snort of arrogance. Juliane knew this man, but how she couldn't say.
Suddenly she realized just how sire a situation she was in. This man could quite possibly recognize her, after all, she was only wearing a rather cheap wig and generic castle garments. She felt so exposed, and as if to prove it, nervously tucked a loose strand of amber hair behind her ear and back into place under her very blond cover. A mask of a smile crossed her face as she tried to keep her claim on her composure.
Just relax Jules, she scolded herself softly, your worry is what will give you away. Don't forget who you are.
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Word Count:: 328 Status:: Finished! Mood:: Rushed Notes:: Ok, this was REALLY forced. Next time will be better, promise guys! Lyrics:: By Jason Mraz
Re: Sparring match « Reply #6 on Aug 31, 2009, 9:07pm »
Cearo blinked in surprise as the man with the air of arrogance turned back to face him, drawing his sword skillfully from it's sheath. Immediately Cearo backed up a few steps, distancing himself slightly as he raised his sword, all of this a reflex to the sight of a man pulling his sword on him. However, as the man actually stated that he was challenging him, a grin came to his face and he seemed to lose the shy nature of his temporarily. He always enjoyed a good fight, and it would be fun to beat this man, as his arrogance was annoying Cearo ever so slightly. Of course, this didn't show in how he acted, as first he was shy and now he was confident as well. This always happened to him. In the face of a battle, he lost his shy nature and became like a different person, a very self-confident person, which the normal Cearo was anything but.
"Ah, well if you think you can beat me, then I accept your challenge." He said, his gray eyes lighting up as the grin remained in face. He kept his eyes fixed on the man before him, and he immediately began to circle him, confident that anyone and everyone would move out of their way once they begun fighting. Already the few people around them were creating a sort of circle around them for them to fight in. Cearo continued to circle the man slowly, his sword up and ready. He moved in suddenly, swing his sword at the man's legs before moving back quickly, bringing his sword into a defensive position. Really he was just testing the man for now, trying to get a feel for his fighting ability and whether he should be a little worried about making a fool of himself or not.
He ignored the man's last words, though he raised an eyebrow at them. So not only did this man have an air of arrogance to him, but he was also very patriotic apparently. Cearo was a knight, he was fairly patriotic as well, but...this man seemed to be taking it to a whole new level. "Come on, then, man. Let's put on a good show!" He said rather cheerfully, moving in again and jabbing experimentally at the man's side.
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Re: Sparring match « Reply #7 on Sept 8, 2009, 12:09pm »
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so i took a big chance at the high school dance with a missy who was ready to play
Adopting the position with practiced ease, Puck stretched out his sword, ready to take anything that his…man, for lack of a better word, could throw at him. He thought he could beat Puck Driscol, King of Numell, did he? Well, he had another thing coming to him if that was the case. Puck was a master of blades, how could he not be, when he had spent his childhood hacking at everything than a shorter-than-normal shortsword? He knew what he was doing, (and besides that, he thought himself to be quite special) so just what this commoner thought he was doing, Puck didn’t know.
He saw it coming, for the man did not take any care to disguise his movements. Clumsily, he thrust his sword at Puck down low and the King leapt into the air, flinging his legs out into the air for a moment, before coming back down to Earth, his weight causing a slight thud in sound as he landed. Although leaping spontaneously into the air and certainly awoken him, it did not take much effort. Not only was he in top physical condition, but the move was so familiar to him now that it was almost like a reflect, a movement that had become quite second-nature to him.
“Marry, what was that?” He asked, disdainfully as he half-laughed, gracefully recovering from his cat-like jump. He whirled around, hearing the sound of his sword whistling through the air, a sound he remembered from his childhood so well and so dearly, as he dealt his opponent a mighty blow, bring his sword down on him, barely waiting to see if he cut flesh or caused their blades to ring out with a clang.
“The name is Robin Goodfellow.” He snapped, having thought up the name for him while the man boy was executing his awkward jabbing of his sword at Puck’s side. His experiment had rather reminded the king of a child poking a dead rodent with a stick, as if checking to see if it really was deceased.
walk this way talk this way
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Re: Sparring match « Reply #8 on Sept 9, 2009, 8:34pm »
Cearo couldn't help but chuckle as the man criticized his attack. Not that Cearo could blame him, he hadn't been trying very hard. Didn't the man see that he was just testing him, getting a feel for how good he was? Apparently not. That would work to his advantage whenever he decided to start trying, which he decided would have to be sooner rather than later. He didn't want this fight to draw out and last forever, not if he could end it quickly. Of course, this man was obviously a skilled fighter- a pleasant surprise. It annoyed him when he went up against cocky, arrogant fellows who then lost to him.
"Cearo Slator," He replied, raising his sword quickly, blocking the man's sword as he aimed to have it come crashing down at him. He pushed up suddenly on the sword, hoping to catch the man off guard and send him stumbling backwards. At the same time, he turned and kicked out with his foot quickly, finally beginning to actually get serious. He aimed to catch the man in the gut with his foot, so that should the man recover and not go stumbling backwards from when he'd tried to shove him with his sword, he'd still hopefully go stumbling backwards when his foot hit him. Or the give the man some extra momentum if he did stumble backwards. He watched Puck through narrowed eyes, looking for any hint of what he would do. He had a small smirk on his lips, a sign that he was enjoying this. He waited for an insult of some sort to come to mind, as they always did when he fought with an opponent. Not to say that the insults would be true, but they always distracted his opponent, hopefully for long enough for him to get a good hit in.
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