Post by The Stranger on May 21, 2008 20:16:10 GMT -5
Jon circled his opponent in the yard. The man was a full season his elder, and larger in size; though this did not matter. Jon had come closer and closer to beating Yorn every morning.
The two struck at each other, and parried each blow, as though it were a rehearsed dance. Sweat began to drip from Jon's brow as he spun away from a vicious downcut, and countered with a side swing.
Yorn parried the blow away, but Jon struck forward with his shield, taking the man in the gut.
Losing his breath, Yorn fell to a knee, but quickly got back up. Jon, however, took full advantage of his opponents collapse, and side stepped the man, landing his sword on the back of Yorns hamstring.
Yelling, Yorn went to the other knee, but pushed up, swinging his sword in full arc, in a desperate attempt to stop the final blow. Raising his shield just in time, Jon parried the blow, sending vibrations through his shield arm and numbing it. Ignoring the arm, Jon countered with all his might, biting through his sore muscles, and landing a blow on Yron's helm, sending him crashing to the floor. The fight was over.
Removing his helmet, Yorn got to his feet, slowly. "You've gotten better," he praised.
"Or you've gotten worse," Jon jested, laughing.
"Aye, that could be it," laughed the man.
The Maester walked into the yard then. "Jon. Now that you are done with your playing, it is time to come in for your studies," he said, as though Jon were still a child. Groaning, Jon obliged and followed the Maester into his solar.
"Why must I keep reading these texts? I am capable, and know it all!" Jon complained.
"Oh? Perhaps you would like to move forward then. Something more to you liking, Jon? Here," said the Maester, walking over to the bookshelf and removing a large book. Thrusting the book towards Jon, he said "I expect you to have learned the first two chapters by the time of my return," the Maester said, sternly. "And I will know weather you have studied or not," he finished, touching an Iron link of his Maester's chain.
Curious, Jon looked at the cover. The Art of Battle Vol. I, it read. Eyes now attached to the cover, he opened the book and started reading immediately. He had learned the basics of battle and command from Lord Tyrell and the Maester, but this was much more elaborate. It told Jon how to position his men to optimize effectiveness against all sorts of different kind of enemy formations.
Jon read through the book with a hunger he had never had for books before. Words blurred by his vision, and he drunk every drop of them, re reading some parts to fully understand it. It was night by the time the Maester returned, and Jon was near halfway through the book.
Pleased, the Maester stepped up and re-lit a candle. "So, tell me Jon. What is the best way to counter an arrow-head formation?"
Smiling, Jon simply replied, "Where do I begin?"
Results:
Jon improves towards Master Sword
Jon Improves to Expert Battle Strategy
The two struck at each other, and parried each blow, as though it were a rehearsed dance. Sweat began to drip from Jon's brow as he spun away from a vicious downcut, and countered with a side swing.
Yorn parried the blow away, but Jon struck forward with his shield, taking the man in the gut.
Losing his breath, Yorn fell to a knee, but quickly got back up. Jon, however, took full advantage of his opponents collapse, and side stepped the man, landing his sword on the back of Yorns hamstring.
Yelling, Yorn went to the other knee, but pushed up, swinging his sword in full arc, in a desperate attempt to stop the final blow. Raising his shield just in time, Jon parried the blow, sending vibrations through his shield arm and numbing it. Ignoring the arm, Jon countered with all his might, biting through his sore muscles, and landing a blow on Yron's helm, sending him crashing to the floor. The fight was over.
Removing his helmet, Yorn got to his feet, slowly. "You've gotten better," he praised.
"Or you've gotten worse," Jon jested, laughing.
"Aye, that could be it," laughed the man.
The Maester walked into the yard then. "Jon. Now that you are done with your playing, it is time to come in for your studies," he said, as though Jon were still a child. Groaning, Jon obliged and followed the Maester into his solar.
"Why must I keep reading these texts? I am capable, and know it all!" Jon complained.
"Oh? Perhaps you would like to move forward then. Something more to you liking, Jon? Here," said the Maester, walking over to the bookshelf and removing a large book. Thrusting the book towards Jon, he said "I expect you to have learned the first two chapters by the time of my return," the Maester said, sternly. "And I will know weather you have studied or not," he finished, touching an Iron link of his Maester's chain.
Curious, Jon looked at the cover. The Art of Battle Vol. I, it read. Eyes now attached to the cover, he opened the book and started reading immediately. He had learned the basics of battle and command from Lord Tyrell and the Maester, but this was much more elaborate. It told Jon how to position his men to optimize effectiveness against all sorts of different kind of enemy formations.
Jon read through the book with a hunger he had never had for books before. Words blurred by his vision, and he drunk every drop of them, re reading some parts to fully understand it. It was night by the time the Maester returned, and Jon was near halfway through the book.
Pleased, the Maester stepped up and re-lit a candle. "So, tell me Jon. What is the best way to counter an arrow-head formation?"
Smiling, Jon simply replied, "Where do I begin?"
Results:
Jon improves towards Master Sword
Jon Improves to Expert Battle Strategy