THWACK!
The large, almost unwieldy blade hit the training dummy. It embedded itself into the lower half before the hand on the hilt brought the blade out. Once more, the broadsword struck the dummy until the dummy gave way to the ground. Destroyed by the blunt damage it received.
As the blade was thrown haphazardly to the floor, spiked knuckles were taken out from where they were attached at the belt. They struck another intact dummy. Over and over they hit the dummy. What would be the shins and chest of the dummy were struck over and over. Eventually they too were cast away as cloth covered fists took to the training dummy. Blood slowly started to appear on both the training dummy and on the cloth covering fisted knuckles. Finally, the fists fell, limp and at the sides of the lalafell.
It was high time he started to get work on gathering up his band for the work at hand. The lalafell grabbed a flask of water and a towel, wrapping it over his sweaty face and head. He thought about Shadow and how she would not stop calling him 'young' or 'small' master to his chagrin. While he placing a lot of his trust into her, he would still like to see how she would act with him in some sort of role over her. Iron Sea was off on his own since that night. No matter.
The lalafell paused on his way to the bathtub, glancing at the surcoat that once was a bright white. The cloth had been dyed and the metals reworked. He turned back to take his time to rest and feel clean.
He wasn't going to chase after anyone. That time had long since past. The remnants of which were thrown into the Sagoli.
The large, almost unwieldy blade hit the training dummy. It embedded itself into the lower half before the hand on the hilt brought the blade out. Once more, the broadsword struck the dummy until the dummy gave way to the ground. Destroyed by the blunt damage it received.
As the blade was thrown haphazardly to the floor, spiked knuckles were taken out from where they were attached at the belt. They struck another intact dummy. Over and over they hit the dummy. What would be the shins and chest of the dummy were struck over and over. Eventually they too were cast away as cloth covered fists took to the training dummy. Blood slowly started to appear on both the training dummy and on the cloth covering fisted knuckles. Finally, the fists fell, limp and at the sides of the lalafell.
It was high time he started to get work on gathering up his band for the work at hand. The lalafell grabbed a flask of water and a towel, wrapping it over his sweaty face and head. He thought about Shadow and how she would not stop calling him 'young' or 'small' master to his chagrin. While he placing a lot of his trust into her, he would still like to see how she would act with him in some sort of role over her. Iron Sea was off on his own since that night. No matter.
The lalafell paused on his way to the bathtub, glancing at the surcoat that once was a bright white. The cloth had been dyed and the metals reworked. He turned back to take his time to rest and feel clean.
He wasn't going to chase after anyone. That time had long since past. The remnants of which were thrown into the Sagoli.
