12-18-2011, 05:32 AM
His body stood in place for a moment, the tree in front of his imposing form showing the signs of recent abuse, his shins reflected the abuse back. They bled lightly, swollen from the punishment he had so recently given. Training was the purpose; his body had to be as solid as stone. Not many really took the aspect of training seriously, not like he did, preparing the body and mind for pain was the most difficult aspect of being a warrior. Knowing pain, and training the body to deal with it. Someone could done fancy armor, swing a fancy weapon but it all meant nothing when the bite of blade, the pressure of a hammer, or the fire of fangs dug into flesh and elicited a response. Pushing past that pain, building the body to handle it where things the expert focused on along with technique.
Again his body moved, hips pivoting right leg swinging forward, followed by a loud thud and a small grunt from him. The tree shook slightly barely noticing his efforts, his form pivoting again left leg swinging outward and booming against the tree. This time a louder grunt left his mouth, his left leg had been the one he had broken a year or two ago and to him it felt as if it wasn’t ever going to become as strong as it had once been.
His fists clinched for a moment obviously angry over the revelation, but it soon faded. His angry subsiding as he glanced down to look at the damage done to his shins. The pain wasn’t as bad as one would thinking, having done this many times before he’d built up quite an immunity to hurting himself.
Again his body moved, hips pivoting right leg swinging forward, followed by a loud thud and a small grunt from him. The tree shook slightly barely noticing his efforts, his form pivoting again left leg swinging outward and booming against the tree. This time a louder grunt left his mouth, his left leg had been the one he had broken a year or two ago and to him it felt as if it wasn’t ever going to become as strong as it had once been.
His fists clinched for a moment obviously angry over the revelation, but it soon faded. His angry subsiding as he glanced down to look at the damage done to his shins. The pain wasn’t as bad as one would thinking, having done this many times before he’d built up quite an immunity to hurting himself.