Post by The Seven on Jun 11, 2008 19:44:37 GMT -5
A week later and the twins were back at it, this time in the new yard.
"Mighty fine job they've done," Arryk said, observing the surroundings.
Erryk was also observing, though his view was set on the large man in scrappy armor and a tiny sword, whom had just been bested by his older brother. Fool, he thought, [/i]Nobody ever bests Zavior.[/i] The crowd cheered as the man fell to the new packed dirt.
"Seems we've got competition," Erryk said.
"Nah, bro. We've got real training to do. Fun can come later," he said, donning his sword and helm.
"If you say so."
The two started off at the other side of the yard. This was no rehearsal, as both tried to best each other. Arryk had shone through with his sword at a young age, though Erryk was slower at learning, yet getting a hang of it.
Arryk naturally pushed the attack, though each attack was roughly checked by Erryk, who mirrored his attacks, but in a slower fashion. Erryk, tired of the defense, attempted to push the attack, but failed to put Arryk on the defense, as both became equal for a time, as Erryk exhausted his energies. Arryk, however, held out, absorbing his older brother's attacks.
"Up high!" Arryk said, making his brother flinch, as he swung low, catching his thigh.
"Bollocks," Erryk cursed, pushing the attack strongly, giving it all he had. After a serious of furious blows that caught Arryk off guard, as he caught him twice lightly. Collecting himself, Arryk remounted his attack, as Erryk staggered from his fatigue.
Erryk held on for only a few more exhanges of blows, longer than he ever had previously, before taking a sharp hit to the forearm, sending his blade away.
"I win again," Arryk said smiling, picking up his brother's sword and offering it, hilt first.
"One day," Erryk promised, taking the sword, and smiling back.
Erryk advances to 70 Swording (+2)
Arryk advances to 79 Swording (+2)
"Mighty fine job they've done," Arryk said, observing the surroundings.
Erryk was also observing, though his view was set on the large man in scrappy armor and a tiny sword, whom had just been bested by his older brother. Fool, he thought, [/i]Nobody ever bests Zavior.[/i] The crowd cheered as the man fell to the new packed dirt.
"Seems we've got competition," Erryk said.
"Nah, bro. We've got real training to do. Fun can come later," he said, donning his sword and helm.
"If you say so."
The two started off at the other side of the yard. This was no rehearsal, as both tried to best each other. Arryk had shone through with his sword at a young age, though Erryk was slower at learning, yet getting a hang of it.
Arryk naturally pushed the attack, though each attack was roughly checked by Erryk, who mirrored his attacks, but in a slower fashion. Erryk, tired of the defense, attempted to push the attack, but failed to put Arryk on the defense, as both became equal for a time, as Erryk exhausted his energies. Arryk, however, held out, absorbing his older brother's attacks.
"Up high!" Arryk said, making his brother flinch, as he swung low, catching his thigh.
"Bollocks," Erryk cursed, pushing the attack strongly, giving it all he had. After a serious of furious blows that caught Arryk off guard, as he caught him twice lightly. Collecting himself, Arryk remounted his attack, as Erryk staggered from his fatigue.
Erryk held on for only a few more exhanges of blows, longer than he ever had previously, before taking a sharp hit to the forearm, sending his blade away.
"I win again," Arryk said smiling, picking up his brother's sword and offering it, hilt first.
"One day," Erryk promised, taking the sword, and smiling back.
Erryk advances to 70 Swording (+2)
Arryk advances to 79 Swording (+2)