I Know Your Kind

Noss · 04-26-2011, 09:37 PM

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Noss had decided that he had much need to begin practicing his fighting skills again. After all, a warrior could not remain one without practice, much as others disagreed and thought themselves naturals through and through. But it would be the warrior with the most determination and drive that would win, and Noss did not want poor practice to be the cause of any failures in battle. He chose a few of the sticks that he had sharpened before--stronger and sturdier ones--and took it outside to a tree that he could use. In his old tribe, Noss had been taught that if a sparring partner was scarce, one used whatever was around as a substitute. And although nothing could measure up to a real battle, practicing the fundamentals never went amiss. It was one of the few things Noss had true patience for, rather than feigned endurance.

Noss proved to cut an impressive form in his grey mass, muscles taught and strong. He practiced strong hits to the tree--grip, form, stance--and went about to continue in the stances, stabbing and swinging. Noss was a natural hand-to-hand combat warrior, but his people had also used spears and bows--although the sharpened sticks were more like javelins and balanced differently. Noss was not much of an aim, but he could use a spear as a first line of defense. Knives? He could use his hunting one quite well. But he found that his claws were just as sharp in the needed cases. With a mighty swing at the tree, the spear he was using shattered, and with a pale yellow glare at it--as if it was the stick's fault for breaking--Noss left it to the side and picked up another one. Moon forbid I go soft just sitting about, he growled in his mind.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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