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- Alister Callow - 09-18-2012 [html] OOC: Backdated Sept 2nd, if that's okay with you? Let me know if it isn't and we'll figure out one that works. It hadn't taken long for the tawny knight to find the training yard. It had been nearly a week since he'd joined Casa and every morning since this discovery he'd been out training. He pushed himself hard. And this morning was no different. His shield was securely strapped to his forearm, bastard sword raised. He kept his feet spread, slightly crouched to ensure a flexible stance and fluid motion. He quickly advanced with his shield, bashing the dummy to follow up with his sword. An artful slash later and the cloth parted before the steel. His expression was impassive with only a slight furrow of the brow-- his mind focused on nothing but the steel in his hand, shield on his arm, and his battered cloth and straw opponent.
.goodies b {color:#fff; font-weight:normal;} .goodies p {text-indent:30px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin: 0px 0px 5px 0px;} .goodies {font-family:calibri; font-size:12px; color:#A29D69; line-height:15px; padding:180px 0px 5px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; outline:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ISvAY.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-color:#7C3D3D; width:480px; text-align:justify; } </style> [/html] - Adelle Vilhelmsen - 09-18-2012 [html]<style> .Header { background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... header.png); background-repeat:no-repeat;padding: 330px 15px 15px 15px; margin:0px auto; width: 95%; background-position: center top;} .Text{background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... rans40.png); border-radius:15px;font-family: georgia, serif; width:80%;margin:0px auto; padding: 120px 10px 10px 10px; } .Text b {color:#ffffff; font-weight: bold; } .Text p { color:#000000; text-indent:40px; margin:0px; padding:5px;} .Text .ooc {font-style:italic;} .Text .break {font-weight: bold; text-align:center; </style> OOC is good **** Adelle had just been heading down, spear and sword in her grasp. It was time for her to switch weapons and train with them. Her favorite was still hand to hand, using brute force to overwhelm her opponents, but she understood the importance of using them. Entering the sparring ring she glanced up, watching a newcomer to the pack strike again and again against the dummy. His movements were fierce, careful control through it. She didn't expect less, knowing how important being able to defend oneself was in this pack. Even Hadley, a canine who couldn't hurt anyone, knew the basics of self defense.
**** +000 - Alister Callow - 09-20-2012 [html] OOC: He was oblivious to the young woman's presence and continued to strike the dummy, his motion possessing a certain sort of grace. Alister was steadfast, body slightly hunched to propel his blows with greater force. He struck hard and true, stepping into the strike with complete control and confidence. Even his breathing was fully composed, and he was not yet winded. He was quick and precise with just enough bulk to be an effective defender. His body was hard and trimmed to the last, his abdomen cut with taut defined musculature. It looked easy enough, but without an opponent there was no challenge to be had. He practiced his stances, and before young dog made herself known he struck once more, a feigning strike, his shield high, while he swung his sword low.
.goodies b {color:#fff; font-weight:normal;} .goodies p {text-indent:30px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin: 0px 0px 5px 0px;} .goodies {font-family:calibri; font-size:12px; color:#A29D69; line-height:15px; padding:180px 0px 5px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; outline:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ISvAY.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-color:#7C3D3D; width:480px; text-align:justify; } </style> [/html] - Adelle Vilhelmsen - 09-21-2012 The rhythm didn't break even with Adelle's words, just stepping back and admiring his handiwork. She had to hand it to him, he certainly knew what he was doing. A broad grin covered the cream male's face as he turned to face her, tail swaying. The dummy had been pretty beat up. Shrugging Adelle shifted back. They'll get a new one up. They had to replace it every couple weeks, sometimes in less time than that with how hard the pack members practiced. Adelle preferred wooden dummies, as they lasted longer, though it did dull her blade to strike against them. The hybrid's stance changed, adopting one similar to Adelle's. The odd motion of his sword wasn't one she recognized, lacking any of the actual training to announce the commencement of a formal fight. They both began to circle about, Adelle's balance kept in the balls of her feet so she was ready to change direction in a flash. Adelle easily caught the blade and pushed it back, recognizing the test. Lazily she swung her own sword forwards, her grip surprisingly secure as she moved to prod at his own defenses. - Alister Callow - 10-05-2012 [html] OOC: He's got a bit of experience over Adelle, so maybe this could serve as a bit of a lesson as well? Alister watched the young woman closely, curiously even. Her demeanor was like someone much older, too serious for a girl her age. He'd have to do something about that. But for now he focused on her sword and the position of his own bastard sword and his shield. When her blade came towards him he easily deflected it with the shield. The wolfdog didn't leave much room for an attack, and eyed her through the gap, "Have you ever fought someone with a shield before miss...?" hoping she would supply him with her name. Who knows, she might be able to learn something from this. He was happy enough to have a sparring partner again, though he wasn't near as aggressive as he would have been with an older opponent. At the same time he didn't object to the pairing, she was older than even he was when he was first given up for training.
.goodies b {color:#fff; font-weight:normal;} .goodies p {text-indent:30px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin: 0px 0px 5px 0px;} .goodies {font-family:calibri; font-size:12px; color:#A29D69; line-height:15px; padding:180px 0px 5px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; outline:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ISvAY.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-color:#7C3D3D; width:480px; text-align:justify; } </style> [/html] - Adelle Vilhelmsen - 10-06-2012 The feel as the sword clashed against the shield was different than what she was used to. Her grip was good enough that she didn't let go, but it sent a different vibration through her body than the simple ring that came from a clash of blades. Her ears lifted slightly in consideration, wondering what she was supposed to do against the shield. The grey eyes of the hybrid before her studied Adelle, the young dog grinning brightly at the measurement. She wasn't afraid that she'd fall short. She knew what she was doing, better than plenty of others did. Adelle. No, I haven't. She admitted her inexperience with ease. This was just a spar after all, and she had to learn how to deal with a shield. She couldn't do that if no one knew that she needed to learn. Adelle's eyes widened as the shield came forwards, acting as a club. Adelle caught it with her sword, but then there was nothing to stop his sword from cutting past. Her heart rate picked up, puzzling over how she was going to get out of the situation. Adelle forced herself back, stumbling slightly as she got out of range. Calculating Adelle leaped forwards, driving with her own sword to twist past his shield and cut along his arm. - Alister Callow - 10-15-2012 [html] OOC: He quirked a brow seeing her grin and his russet tipped tail swayed with her eagerness to learn. She perked her ears, watching his weapons curiously, and only confirmed his suspicions. Her introduction was brief and straight to the point. He paused to offer up his own name, careful not to let his guard down in the exchange. "Alister Callow," he offered with an amiable grin and slight dip of the head. His green, amber, and brown gaze was trained on her the entire time. "No time like the present." Perplexed by her current predicament the gold hued girl disengaged, as was her only option. He wanted to help her steady herself, but thought against it, no matter the age difference she didn't need coddling. God knows no one had ever coddled him. Quite the opposite. With the way she behaved he was certain it wouldn't be appreciated. Alister repositioned himself into a defensive stance, hunching over slightly. He hitched up his shield, flexing his knees he awaited the girl's inevitable strike. She pressed him fiercely, and he was barely able to stop the blow, the swords point dragging along the hide covered face. His lips turned downwards in a contemplative frown. Her tactic had changed swiftly, and she was no longer testing him, their spar had officially begun. He wouldn't underestimate her again.
The man bulled his shield forwards, while keeping his sword close to his body to parry any other blow, hoping to knock her off balance. He accompanied the advance with balanced steps towards her, trying to force her backwards, and possibly off her feet.
.goodies b {color:#fff; font-weight:normal;} .goodies p {text-indent:30px; padding:0px 15px 0px 15px; margin: 0px 0px 5px 0px;} .goodies {font-family:calibri; font-size:12px; color:#A29D69; line-height:15px; padding:180px 0px 5px 0px; border:1px solid #fff; outline:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/ISvAY.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-color:#7C3D3D; width:480px; text-align:justify; } </style> [/html] - Adelle Vilhelmsen - 10-20-2012 [html]<style> .Header { background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... header.png); background-repeat:no-repeat;padding: 330px 15px 15px 15px; margin:0px auto; width: 95%; background-position: center top;} .Text{background-image:url(http://i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad21 ... rans40.png); border-radius:15px;font-family: georgia, serif; width:80%;margin:0px auto; padding: 120px 10px 10px 10px; } .Text b {color:#ffffff; font-weight: bold; } .Text p { color:#000000; text-indent:40px; margin:0px; padding:5px;} .Text .ooc {font-style:italic;} .Text .break {font-weight: bold; text-align:center; </style> OOC stuff goes here **** He seemed like a pretty amiable guy, nodding his head with courtesy and still managing to keep his guard up. His name seemed to fit him. She smiled broadly at his words, tail wagging. It looked like he would treat her like the adult that she was. No matter what anyone else said that was how she viewed herself, and had since she had shifted. She had experienced enough in her life to feel justified in that view. Alister let herself study the weapons and try to puzzle out how to strike next, eyes narrowed.
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