Favorite Weapon

Adelle Vilhelmsen · 06-20-2012, 01:50 PM

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ooc all italic writing is danish

Adelle still stood in awe of Grandpa's massive war ax. It was the best weapon she had beheld. Her growing form meant that the gloves she'd been gifted with no longer fit quite right, more and more unprotected hand to hand combat being practiced. She knew how to use a staff, a sword, and when Grandpa wasn't looking, occasionally borrowed his ax to try and fight with it. Her movements lacked the grace she had with the weapons she'd formally trained with, but she still had a good basis.

A mix of her sword and staff movements, Adelle stood in the woods, swinging the ax around. She didn't want to be caught, leaving the sparring rings behind for this practice. Trees in the clearing were littered with chops from the weapon, usually glancing with only one or two trees showing any significant level of damage to them. That didn't stop her from going, working to find the weapon's balance and strike harder.

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Regner Vilhelmsen · 07-04-2012, 06:31 PM

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Regner Vilhelmsen

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Word Count :: 301Very sorry for the delay on this, will reply quicker in the future.

Regner padded slowly along the trail, his face painted with a mixture of amusement and a slight measure of annoyance as he tracked Adelle, nose twitching every now and then as he changed his course to match her trail. This wasn’t the first time that Adelle had taken his axe out for a test run, nor the first time he had noticed her doing it – he would have to b pretty far gone not to realise that a weapon he always kept with him in Optime form was missing – but it was the first time he had chased her up on it, now she was finally old enough that she might have enough muscle mass to actually use the thing properly.

Sure enough the scent trail eventually led Regner to Adelle who was, just as he had suspected, clumsily swinging the axe around and murdering some poor, innocent trees. Regner lurked downwind in the shadows until Adelle was distracted ad facing away from him and then moved forwards as quickly and as quietly as he could, clearing his throat loudly once he got close to Adelle, hoping to scare his granddaughter.

“So, this is where my axe is.” Regner said, adding a quiet snarl to his words and putting on a fake tone of anger, unable to resist screwing with his granddaughter a bit. He glared at her for a few moments more before chuckling, his wagging tale a subtle sign to her that he had just been joking, “If you wanted to learn how to use it you just have to ask Adelle, it will be yours one day after all.” he admonished gently. ”Give me the axe, I will show you the basics.” he continued, holding one hand out towards her to receive it from her.

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Adelle Vilhelmsen · 07-16-2012, 05:23 PM

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ooc guess who just saw your reply? XD

The cleared throat sent Adelle's heart straight through her chest. Jumping Adelle clung the ax tightly, spinning around. Why hadn't she noticed? The one person she didn't want to have catch her with the ax, and he was standing right there. Plenty mad as well, if that scowl was anything to go by. Exactly like a cat all her hackles were raised, ax, half hefted up out of terror. Grandpa! Explaining this was not going to be easy. Adelle's mind raced trying to come up with something before finally giving up, just hoping it wouldn't be too much trouble.

The chuckle got her to relax, taking her own turn to scowl. A giggle slipped out, tail wagging as she stepped over to Grandpa to hug him. I thought you'd be mad. She passed the ax over to Grandpa before stepping back, eyes bright with eagerness. Grandpa was the expert on how to use the weapon after all. His appearance was much more feral than her own, a definite wolf like touch to his features, where she was all floppy dog. There was wolf blood, but not enough to show. Smiling she waited for the demo.

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