[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.
He wore little save the weathered hide pants and the sword belt on his waist. His shield was plain, somewhere between a kite and heater shield, square at the top, with only a slight taper towards the bottom, reinforced by steel about the edges with hide tacked to the front. There was no device, no sigil as he hadn't yet a cause to champion. His longsword was no different with nothing but a plain leather grip, no inscriptions or detail of any sort about the hilt. But to some Luperci even that was overdressed. He, however, felt quite nude without the familiar weight of the hollowed sun pendant that usually rested against his tan-hued chest. The dusky minx had taught him more than one lesson that day, and something told him that the pair of them weren't quite finished...Not yet.
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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.
Only then did his muzzle break into a grin as he admired his handiwork, the straw peeking out in several places from the cloth. A voice caught his attention. He turned to see a gold and black hued girl who looked to be just shy of a year old. The knight smiled amiably, "I'd have to agree." He glanced over his shoulder at the dummy, it was truly in poor shape, leaning on its pole, "he's seen better days, I think."
The wolfdog quirked a brow at the girl, watching as she immediately assumed a fighting stance. Very direct, this one. He supposed introductions would just have to come later. Oft a man's character could be learned through combat. Lifting his sword to his face, he nodded once before taking his stance, confirming his willingness to sparr. Normally he wouldn't engage in this sort of thing before an introduction at the very least, but something about her manner told him to play along. So he set his feet apart, lifted his shield and held his sword with the blade flat, parallel to the top of the shield. Hazel eyes regarded her through the gap and slowly he began to circle, his steps light, prepared for anything. He tested her first, his bastard sword clipping lightly against hers.
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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.
[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.
The Callow man soon realized that she wasn't going to make the first move, and adjusted his stance. His face soon became a mask, and with a controlled motion he struck out with shield arm, while attacking with the sword. If the tactic worked, his shield would keep her sword at bay while the tip of his blade went towards her middle. He used just enough force that his sword, unblunted and sharp, didn't actually touch the black and gold girl. His shield, however, he aimed to make contact with her arm, or blade.
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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.
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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.
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