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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 2, 2011 17:42:19 GMT -5
Rules: Open to anyone that would be in the castle. ... All three of us. XD ------
The blade flashed through the air, sinking into its target before being pulled back, its wielder's breath coming heavily. The blade came again, a series of quick strikes coming relentlessly. Left, right, left, right, thrust. Left, right, left, right, thrust.
The target stared back at him coldly, unmoving no matter how many times the blade struck. In fact, there seemed to be no evidence that he had actually hit it at all.
Lysand stepped back with a sharp cry at the feeling of a blade being pushed through his shoulder. He stepped back, blade lowering before it was shoved back into his sheath. He was still a moment, allowing himself to breathe heavily for a moment before he pulled at the red and gold sash around his waist, allowing his red double to open, before he slipped it off. Pulling off his shirt, he looking to his shoulder to note the red beginning to bleed through the sweat-soaked white linen. He had reopened it then.
The advisor frowned before looking back at the training dummy. No, he wasn't about to stop now. He just couldn't. He needed to keep training himself. He wasn't going to be helpless. Not anymore. Kicking his shirt and doublet off to the side, he moved forward, staring intensely at the training dummy.
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Jan 2, 2011 17:53:33 GMT -5
It wasn't often that Brenthor came this way, but he needed to walk a bit to work off this stress. He had gotten to sleep at an ungodly hour thanks to the royal brat, and the whole vampires probably coming to kill him thing might just be bothering him too. Just a bit.
"Hm?" He tilted his head at the sound of a cry of pain. Why was that happening near the training rooms? From what he understood, people were supposed to be training, not actually killing each other... Deciding to investigate, he moved toward the training room that the sound had come from. Oh, what was this?
Brenthor leaned against the doorway as he found himself staring at Lysand's naked back. The fact that it gleamed with sweat lead him to believe that the advisor had been here for quite some time. Was he an idiot? With those wounds of his... "Tobias, what are you doing?"
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 2, 2011 18:36:58 GMT -5
Lysand straightened at the sound of his first name. He wasn't used to that... Even Banez called him by his last. "You haven't seriously called me that in a long time, Alerick." He turned to look at Brenthor as he unsheathed his blade. He kept it lowered however, as drawing it wasn't a threatening action this time. "I'm training, obviously. Surely your sight hasn't failed you over the years." He raised a hand, itching his shoulder as the sweat and blood were making it itch terribly. His hand lowered and for an instant, they covered his scars self-consciously. One of them was a simple line from where the blade and sunk in, but the other was a horrible mess of pink scar tissue from the strange knife that she used.
He forced his hand down however, watching Brenthor's reaction for a moment.
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Jan 2, 2011 19:06:03 GMT -5
"Slip of the tongue, Lysand," Brenthor said with a slight shrug. He caught sight of the movement of Lysand's hand and stared at the scars on his chest. One of them looked quite nasty... He wanted to poke it, actually. However, considering what happened the last time he and Lysand had gotten close, he doubted the advisor would allow him to get close again anytime soon. Brenthor had to wonder about that moment and wonder what exactly caused him to lock lips with the other. It certainly wasn't any sort of attraction, that was for sure! His eyes swept the other's chest for a moment until they rested on the red bandage. "Are you an idiot? What are you doing, reopening that wound? You should probably still be in the infirmary."
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 2, 2011 19:10:32 GMT -5
Lysand squirmed slightly as Brenthor stared at his chest, and for just a moment he could feel the other's lips on his. Gross. His eyes trailed to the bloodied bandage again as Brenthor spoke of it. "I'm not going back to the infirmary, save for me to get my dressing changed. I hardly have the time. I must prepare the kingdom, and myself, for war."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Jan 2, 2011 19:21:14 GMT -5
"So instead of doing the responsible thing and letting it rest, you're going to wave that rapier of yours around and rip open your wound again." Brenthor rolled his eyes. "Preparing yourself for war? Thinking of joining the army, are you Lysand? Does swinging that blade at a motionless targets really even help you with anything?"
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 2, 2011 21:25:01 GMT -5
"I'm not going to be helpless again," Lysand spat out without meaning to. "I've been left at the mercy of an assassin, and now a vampire. I cannot let this happen again. That's why I've got this..." He moved to where he dumped his shirt, kneeling down and picking up the sheath of a thin dagger. "If I strike with a weapon they do not know I have, it could put me at an advantage... If only I knew where to hide it." At Brenthor's last comments he said, "No, of course I am not joining the army. But I need to be able to defend myself, and the prince, should the time come. As for hitting an unmoving target... My strikes have been gaining speed at least."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Jan 2, 2011 21:42:38 GMT -5
Brenthor moved forward, taking the dagger from him. He drew it from its sheath for a moment. "Such a thin blade... You could get through he slits of armor with this." He returned it to the sheath. "As to where to hide it..." He took a moment to think. "You always have your hands clasped behind your back. So hide it here." He moved forward, pressing it against his lower back." He looked down at the smaller man for a moment as he thought about his former words. "You've been feeling helpless?" Well wasn't that just a useful tidbit of information he could use later... "When did this happen?"
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 2, 2011 21:54:01 GMT -5
Lysand arched his back in surprise when Brenthor suddenly pressed the dagger sheath against it. Ugh. Could Brenthor not get this close to him? Still, it was a good place... When he asked him when he started feel helpless, his face paled slightly. Had he really just told Brenthor that? "It doesn't happen often," he said quickly. "Just when that assassin bound and gagged me... Mostly when she blindfolded me."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Jan 2, 2011 22:00:37 GMT -5
"Oh really..." Well that was certainly a time to feel helpless, he supposed. It gave him an idea though. Perhaps after all this vampire business was over he could- no never mind that now. He could think on it later. "Perhaps, if you refuse to give your shoulder a rest, it would be good to practice your skills against another... Such as myself."
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 3, 2011 16:26:50 GMT -5
Lysand raised his eyebrows. "Oh? And how can I be so sure that you won't take the opportunity to gut me, hmm?" Or the other way around... He raised his blade, taking a step back from the other man. "Very well then, raise your blade. We'll see how I've been doing."
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Jan 3, 2011 16:48:09 GMT -5
Brenthor took a moment to take off his doublet before his eyes scanned the room. "Lysand, put that down. You're going to end up hurting yourself with that." He moved over to the practice blades, picking up two of the practice rapiers. "Here, take this." He tossed it to him before taking up his fencing stance. "Now let's just see what you can do. Father paid for the best teachers to instruct me, you know." So Lysand would be lucky to even graze him, never mind get a hit on him!
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 3, 2011 17:46:10 GMT -5
Lysand sheathed his own blade before catching the practice rapier. It felt heavier than his own... Well, better than Brenthor killing him, he supposed. He slipped into the stance that Banez had taught him, gaze honing in on Brenthor's eyes rather than the blade. After all, the eyes would betray where he was going to strike. He took a moment to dance forward and back a moment before finally moving, bringing the rapier down in a slash to the hip.
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Post by Alerick Brenthor on Jan 3, 2011 20:29:09 GMT -5
The rapier had moved quickly, Brenthor would give him that, but he easily stepped back from the blade's reach, his own weapon coming between them. He was quick to counterstrike, blade sliding free of the other and rotating upwards for an attack on the shoulder. Hm. So far this didn't exactly excite him.
"Come now Lysand. You can do better than that. The rapier is nothing about strength. It's about intellect and skill. This should be as easy for you as our old chess matches."
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Post by Tobias Lysand on Jan 3, 2011 20:35:57 GMT -5
Lysand stayed up on the balls of his feet, blade slapping Brenthor's away as he hopped out of blade's reach. No way was he letting anyone near his shoulder again... Staying as light as he could manage, he circled around the larger man, watching him intently.
"Our old chess matches? You mean the ones where I would always come out on top?"
The blade flashed through the air toward the chest, but abruptly cut a 'Z', coming much lower than it first looked.
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