[P] Through the ups and downs, we come back
For Freddy
#1
Through This Magnifying Glass - I See A Thousand Fingerprints - On The Surface Of Who I Am 

OOC: Word Count: 351

Freddy's return to Casa was a surprise, the visit short but just enough for the Lune to reconnect with his adopted son, especially now that the jackal was putting the past behind him. So far behind that Freddy had a title, he was more than just Vigilante, but El Diente. Cedric wasn't as knowledgable on the Del Cenere ranks as Aldora, but he recognised how those of the 'Ashen Ring' were very similar to Casa's own council. Freddy was the War Lord of the Ashen, still so young yet with a hard and serious glow to his eyes. Framed by a face of scars, and a small body that had seen hardship in recent history. Cedric didn't show his concern, he buried the need to be a worried father and instead welcomed the El Diente and Bella Dama to Wolfville. Freddy made his intentions clear; a desire to learn about fighting tactics and training from the Cavaliers, and Cedric was more than happy to honour the request. 

The next day Freddy was escorted to the Fort by Celia, with the girl then letting Cedric know that their guest was exploring old territory for a bit. Cedric scheduled a meeting for the afternoon, preparing himself until then with his own exercises and training. This would be good for them both; a chance for Freddy to prove his title and a chance for Cedric to see how far his son had come without the guidance of Cavaliers. Freddy had seen plenty of battle, judging from the scars like artwork on his flesh, but how did he compare to Casa's strength? Cedric would try not to hold back for their training, wanting to see how all out they could go, without injuries of course. 

When Freddy arrived to the training ring, removing his belt and sword sheath to rest it against the side, Cedric did the same with his own sword and shield. "We will use the blunt training swords for now. I want to see how much technique you've learnt on your own, before giving any advice."


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#2
I want to believe - No, I choose to believe - That I was made to become - A sanctuary

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This trip wasn't just going to be formal and serious. Freddy might've wanted to keep Casa at an arms reach once before, when still stuck in the mud of guilt thinking he'd abandoned and ruined, but things had changed now. His responsibility back home, the comfort of knowing he had worth and a reason for doing things, allowed Freddy to actually enjoy it a bit. Which was almost ironic; the fact that despite having more work on his shoulers, Freddy was feeling more relaxed than before. He'd enjoyed the first night but was excited for today. Spending time with his older sisters, then with an uncle he'd never met before, then finally time with Cedric. The man himself had agreed to help with some training, because of course Cedric couldn't resist an interesting fight and challenge. 

Freddy just hoped he had something to show, some fighting skill to surprise his father with. 

The sun was dipping when Freddy arrived back to the training ring, putting his real weapons to the side so he could collect one of the dull, training ones. Cedric preapred as well, offering up a suggestion for their training plan before leaving it to Freddy to begin. The young man nodded, pacing a little in the sand to think of his first move. Cedric was... so much bigger than him. Freddy remembered his childhood, feeling so small compared to the Cavalier giants, which remained the case now. But he only felt small in literal size; Freddy had taken down foes bigger than Cedric, who's to say he couldn't best the man too. 

Snarling his lips, Freddy lunged forwards, hoping to put his speed and agility to the test against Cedric to see where he might be able to outmatch the combat expert. 



Fredrick Knight

I want to take shelter but I'm ready, ready to fight.
Somewhere in the middle I feel a little paralyzed.
#3
Through This Magnifying Glass - I See A Thousand Fingerprints - On The Surface Of Who I Am 

OOC: Word Count: 302

Given that Cedric had hardly ever trained with Freddy back when the boy was still a Candid here in Casa, the man was very curious to see how Freddy would fight. He had been a keen ranged fighter a while ago, but now seemed to have a sword and sets of daggers. Once the ideas were set, Cedric prepared his own fighting stance of something more defensive; feet apart a bit and the sword vertical in front of him. Just from Freddy's slow pacing, Cedric could tell a few things: he used his right hand, kept quick with his steps as if never wanting to remain still, and the eyes darted all across Cedric to just look for an opening. The boy then rushed forwards, aggression to him that Cedric had never seen before, but was trained to be prepared for. 

Freddy's eyes looked to Cedric's right side, he swiped, and Cedric blocked it with his own sword to deflect away. The man huffed softly, his eyes not leaving their intense stare into Freddy's expression, not even watching where his sword was moving. Freddy's eyes searched another target, this time the legs, so Cedric backed away in time, jumping and scattering sand as he avoided the strike. 

Humming in thought, Cedric took a few slow steps and looked Freddy up and down. "You're fast and impulsive... good for overwhelming someone who isn't expecting it. However..." Cedric gave pause to move his sword and gesture to it. "For someone prepared, they just need to watch your eyes to know where you're aiming. Notice how when I fight, I'm not watching my own weapon, my sword is just an extention of me, and I keep my eyes on my opponent to predict their moves instead."


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#4
I want to believe - No, I choose to believe - That I was made to become - A sanctuary

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Cedric was almost literally a wall, so Freddy didn't expect to get a hit in all that easily. His first few strikes were deflected without Cedric's sword even moving slightly from the impact, and Freddy couldn't bring enough momentum in to continue the attack without risking showing an opening to his adopted father. They were both opposites in combat style; Cedric playing the longer game of defending until the opponent tired or made mistakes, and Freddy going for the fast and vicious approach; wanting to act quickly to get his hits in before the opponent could think. But against someone as trained as Cedric, Freddy was out of luck, as it seemed the Lune could predict all of his attacks. 

But then Cedric explained why that was, and it made Freddy think back and realise his issues. Of course, he was indeed focusing on his aim so much that he was making it too obvious what he was doing. Relying too much on speed rather than deception or trickery, things that were legitamet stratedgies in sword fights. So Freddy nodded his head, and made the next few strikes without looking. 

Though, of course it wouldn't be that easy, and Cedric still deflected them with ease, evening managing to wind Freddy with a punch of his sword hilt to the chest. The young man backed off and crouched, taking some steadying breaths and getting up again. He would try again, this time with his second method of fighting; fighting dirty. 

In his free hand, Freddy threw sand directly as Cedric, hoping to stop the man's sharp eyes from working completely, ensuring he couldn't predict what was going to happen. 



Fredrick Knight

I want to take shelter but I'm ready, ready to fight.
Somewhere in the middle I feel a little paralyzed.
#5
Through This Magnifying Glass - I See A Thousand Fingerprints - On The Surface Of Who I Am 

OOC: Word Count: 418

Fighting Freddy like this was incredible for Cedric. Here was a boy, a young man now and warrior to his home, that Cedric had seen as a starving puppy that almost didn't make it. A child Cedric did everything he could to help, to protect and raise as his own. For a long time, Cedric believed he had failed at that; letting Freddy live in fear for his life and run away forever. But a moment like this, training against his son and being genuinely surprised by his skill despite it all, made Cedric want to collapse in relief. With each dodge of Freddy's attack, Cedric could feel the life coming from the jackal boy, life that Cedric had a part in saving. But a life that now functioned on it's own, and functioned so very well. 

But Cedric would help Freddy sharpen his skills, help him thrive in this life that the young man had made for himself, the best he could do as a father. The El Diente seemed to take on board the advice, and Cedric certainly noticed a change in Freddy's fighting pattern the moment he tested Cedric's ideas out, impressed by how well Freddy could adapt. But the boy's speed only went so far, and he was moving a little slower now that he was trying to move away from focusing on each swift attack. Cedric could still avoid them and was able to punish Freddy at one point with a shove to the stomach. 

Freddy took a moment to reset before trying again, which Cedric would silently allow, thinking about what kind of thing he'd advise next when this round was done. The young man approached for more quick strikes and Cedric prepared his counter, but wasn't prepared for the barrage of sand in his face, clouding his vision as Freddy darted around. Cedric tried backing up, but the particles of sand still landed across his silver face and eyes, blinding him for a moment. A sneaky trick, but Cedric had never been against the more 'dirty' tactics despite not using them himself. The man felt the inevitable hit of a blunt blade against his ribs and grunted, before immediately turning around in a fast and vicious lash of his sword. Freddy was smart to remove Cedric's vision; one of the man's best defences. But when left without a defence, Cedric turned to the next option: going in as aggressive as possible. 


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#6
I want to believe - No, I choose to believe - That I was made to become - A sanctuary

OOC: Word Count: 409

As the sand left his hand and successfully confused Cedric, Freddy felt only a little bad for his dirty tactic. He knew the Cavaliers valued their honour in battle, but that was not how Freddy intended on teaching the Ashen. He wanted them to learn to survive, without detailing how they needed to win. Honour was a luxury that few could afford, and for the Ashen most of their enemies would be aiming to take them down quickly and brutally. From experience, Freddy knew that he couldn't show mercy or kindness when fighting, he was too fragile in his physical form to allow such a thing. Besides, the boy knew Cedric's opinion on using any tactic so long as it worked, so the young man felt confident that his adopted father wouldn't mind such a cheap shot. After the easy hit however, Freddy almost yelped in surprise as Cedric turned immediately around to lash out blindly. It missed, but barely, and the sword slammed into the ground with such force that a wave of sand cascaded around it. If Freddy hadn't moved, that might've been a broken leg or foot, though he imagined Cedric would've known how hard to hit to not injure. 

It was a shock however, as was the Lune's immedate reaction to charge and keeping swinging. Another blind hit came close, with Freddy dodging to the side, moving too quickly to be able to do so without making noise. Cedric was drawn to it, pushing once more at Freddy's defences, forcing the boy to dance around and avoid some heavy hits. But the ring was only so wide, and eventually Freddy was stuck in a position where he needed to do something other than move away. Cedric's eyes were blinking open now, so the next strike was better aimed, and Freddy growled as he raised his sword to meet it. Their swords met and clashed, Cedric's obviously pushing more force, but Freddy managed to use the last bit of blindness from the sand to move his sword and smack at his father's hand. With a clatter, Cedric's sword dropped to the ground, and Freddy felt free to strike.

A bit of hope for the El Diente, but it was met with a shock as Cedric launched to smack him in the face with his now free hand, sending Freddy back against the wooden fencing.



Fredrick Knight

I want to take shelter but I'm ready, ready to fight.
Somewhere in the middle I feel a little paralyzed.
#7
Through This Magnifying Glass - I See A Thousand Fingerprints - On The Surface Of Who I Am 

OOC: Word Count: 407

Some forces were not stopped when things stopped being in their favour. Cedric for one would not give in even when given a handicap. Being blind might give Freddy an edge for one free hit, but Cedric would not allow the younger fighter to think of it as a win overall. With the hit, Cedric was aware of where his foe was, and turned around with enough force to slam into the sand. It missed Freddy, be design; because Cedric wasn't out to intentionally hurt his son but also because the Lune aimed for the hit to be a surprise rather than a counter. Sand still blocked his vision, so Cedric continued the assault by slashing forwards, pushing into where he could hear Freddy move until by memory Cedric knew that they were near the side of the ring. He had the boy on the ropes, punishing what had no doubt been a wave of confidence, and went in for another hit just as his vision was starting to blur back into frame. 

But here was where Cedric made the error; without fully seeing what Freddy would do to react, Cedric allowed their swords to collide, and Freddy maneouvered his blade to smack around Cedric's fingers. With his hand still weakened from nerve damage, Cedric had no choice but to release his sword, glancing as it landed down with a thunk. A clever and skillful play by Freddy given he was being pushed and threatened, yet Cedric still wouldn't throw in the towel just yet. Confidence brewing once more, Freddy tried to attack, instead meeting Cedric's fist as he knocked the young man in the side of the face. A weak hit, given Cedric wasn't out to hurt his son, but a shock no doubt to prove that the Lune was still very much in the game. 

With the hit knocking Freddy back, Cedric approached to continue pushing the threat, but came to a halt at the look on Freddy's face. The look of pain and terror, the kind that hit right home with the man who'd loved and raised this boy, it all caused Cedric to immediately stop and loosen his fists. Freddy whimpered, and Cedric approached slowly to try and reassure him, no longer seeing this as a fight he needed to predict.

Which was when Cedric made the biggest mistake of the fight: letting his guard down.


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