09-09-2012, 03:55 PM
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Sebastian had not spent as much time in training as he should have. Naturally quick and agile as he was, it was generally little trouble to retreat to a distance to use his bow when needed. Still, his close-combat skills needed to be kept sharp. Never could tell when he might be forced into using his fists or daggers to protect himself or take a life. Or both.
The straw-filled training dummy was learning this well. After first resembling a porcupine, it was steadily being ripped apart with long slashes, slices and stab wounds that made it bleed. So to speak. Bleeding straw didn't quite count.
The Italian was nearly totally silent as he worked, his lean acrobat's body moving in athletic formations and manoeuvres to avoid the imaginary blows that the dummy was sending his way. He twisted around its outstretched arm and ducked, sending a stiletto deep into its back. He withdrew the blade, leaping over its head in an extravagant backflip to drive both daggers into the holes where its eyes should be with a grunt.
Not much he could to sharpen his hand to hand skills on a dummy, he mused. Maybe he could punch it for a while, show off his flashy acrobatics. To who? No-one. What to do, what to do... Training was hard work. Who to ask? Hadley was no good. The big brute would never hit him, and Sebastian didn't have the heart regardless. Jazper was a poor choice too. His blows would simply bounce off of the enormous leader. Anann, maybe? Wayne?
Sebastian had not spent as much time in training as he should have. Naturally quick and agile as he was, it was generally little trouble to retreat to a distance to use his bow when needed. Still, his close-combat skills needed to be kept sharp. Never could tell when he might be forced into using his fists or daggers to protect himself or take a life. Or both.
The straw-filled training dummy was learning this well. After first resembling a porcupine, it was steadily being ripped apart with long slashes, slices and stab wounds that made it bleed. So to speak. Bleeding straw didn't quite count.
The Italian was nearly totally silent as he worked, his lean acrobat's body moving in athletic formations and manoeuvres to avoid the imaginary blows that the dummy was sending his way. He twisted around its outstretched arm and ducked, sending a stiletto deep into its back. He withdrew the blade, leaping over its head in an extravagant backflip to drive both daggers into the holes where its eyes should be with a grunt.
Not much he could to sharpen his hand to hand skills on a dummy, he mused. Maybe he could punch it for a while, show off his flashy acrobatics. To who? No-one. What to do, what to do... Training was hard work. Who to ask? Hadley was no good. The big brute would never hit him, and Sebastian didn't have the heart regardless. Jazper was a poor choice too. His blows would simply bounce off of the enormous leader. Anann, maybe? Wayne?