The smell of leather and sweat reached his nostrils as Goro entered the Pugilist Guild. Â He felt his heart race with excitement watching people of all races spar and train in a nearby ring as instructors barked orders and corrections to them. Â Remembering what Nikarika told him, Goro headed towards the nearby counter to register his name.
"Greetings my friend! Â Are you interested in the arts of the pugilist?" said the cheery woman seated behind the counter. Â Goro nodded, and the hyur clapped her hands happily. Â "Excellent! Â Sign your name in the register here, and let me give you some pamphlets and a bit of history of our guild."
Goro took the pamphlets, letting his eyes scan over them as the hyur spoke of the past and how the art of pugilism came about. Â It was truly fascinating, the Au'Ra nodding and listening intently. Â When finished, the woman pointed to the nearby ring. Â "Master Hamon is busy at the moment, but why don't you spectate a match or two in the meantime?"
Nodding, Goro did just that, heading down a small ramp and standing at the edge of a corded off square. Â In the square where two people, a lalafell and a hyur. Â Goro watched as they both moved fluidly, dodging each other's punches and kicks as well as dishing out their own. Â Through it all, neither touched the other.
"Amazing isn't it?" a voice said behind Goro. Â Turning his head, the Au'Ra looked at an elder hyur, his clothing giving him away as the guildmaster. Â "Reminds me of my youth, it does." Â The elder hyur cocked his head and looked up at Goro with a glint in his eye. Â "Not seen many of your kind in here, Au'Ra. Â Don't tell me you're interested in being trained as a pugilist?"
Goro nodded, patting his homemade fist weapons fastened at his waist. Â The elder hyur nodded, then leaned to the side and said, "And what about your tail?" Â Goro was confused. Â That was when the guildmaster continued. Â "You use that as a weapon or just for balancing."
The Au'Ra thought about that a moment. Â "I . . . never used as a weapon."
The elder hyur clicked his tongue. Â "Then we need to change that! Â Could get some weight behind it and use it to defend yourself from those attacking from behind, I wager." Â Stroking his chin, the elder hyur chuckled. Â "Sorry, I never introduced myself. Â I am Master Hamon. Â You might have heard of me in my youth as Hamon the Holyfist!" Â Goro shook his head, deflating the slight puff in Hamon's chest. Â "Ah, well, I guess you haven't since you aren't from around here."
Goro stood silently as Hamon fell quiet a few moments, more than likely lost in thoughts of the past. Â But in time he spoke again. Â "You are Goro, correct?" Â The Au'Ra nodded. Â "Excellent. Â Then let's see what you can do, hm?"
"Greetings my friend! Â Are you interested in the arts of the pugilist?" said the cheery woman seated behind the counter. Â Goro nodded, and the hyur clapped her hands happily. Â "Excellent! Â Sign your name in the register here, and let me give you some pamphlets and a bit of history of our guild."
Goro took the pamphlets, letting his eyes scan over them as the hyur spoke of the past and how the art of pugilism came about. Â It was truly fascinating, the Au'Ra nodding and listening intently. Â When finished, the woman pointed to the nearby ring. Â "Master Hamon is busy at the moment, but why don't you spectate a match or two in the meantime?"
Nodding, Goro did just that, heading down a small ramp and standing at the edge of a corded off square. Â In the square where two people, a lalafell and a hyur. Â Goro watched as they both moved fluidly, dodging each other's punches and kicks as well as dishing out their own. Â Through it all, neither touched the other.
"Amazing isn't it?" a voice said behind Goro. Â Turning his head, the Au'Ra looked at an elder hyur, his clothing giving him away as the guildmaster. Â "Reminds me of my youth, it does." Â The elder hyur cocked his head and looked up at Goro with a glint in his eye. Â "Not seen many of your kind in here, Au'Ra. Â Don't tell me you're interested in being trained as a pugilist?"
Goro nodded, patting his homemade fist weapons fastened at his waist. Â The elder hyur nodded, then leaned to the side and said, "And what about your tail?" Â Goro was confused. Â That was when the guildmaster continued. Â "You use that as a weapon or just for balancing."
The Au'Ra thought about that a moment. Â "I . . . never used as a weapon."
The elder hyur clicked his tongue. Â "Then we need to change that! Â Could get some weight behind it and use it to defend yourself from those attacking from behind, I wager." Â Stroking his chin, the elder hyur chuckled. Â "Sorry, I never introduced myself. Â I am Master Hamon. Â You might have heard of me in my youth as Hamon the Holyfist!" Â Goro shook his head, deflating the slight puff in Hamon's chest. Â "Ah, well, I guess you haven't since you aren't from around here."
Goro stood silently as Hamon fell quiet a few moments, more than likely lost in thoughts of the past. Â But in time he spoke again. Â "You are Goro, correct?" Â The Au'Ra nodded. Â "Excellent. Â Then let's see what you can do, hm?"
