Post by The Stranger on May 22, 2008 20:28:14 GMT -5
It was terrible. I was struck down in one move by William. Though Jon, as he strode through the yard.
He turned and gazed at a tree. He wanted to hurt it right now. Taking out the small daggers on his belt, he flipped one in his hand.
Aiming for the knot in the center of the tree, he threw the dagger.
Miss. It landed just to the right, vibrating as it hit.
Damn it. I seem to be failing at everything I do.
Taking another one, he concentrated harder, throwing the blade gracefully. It hit, though not perfectly.
I refuse to continue until I have perfected this.
He stood there, throwing the same four blades over and over. His accuracy improved, but slowly. Just relax. Focus on the knot... and the blade. He said to himself, easing all his muscles, meditating before throwing the next. Bullseye. That's it.
He aimed another, hitting the knot again. Aiming another, he threw it, hitting off his other blade in the tree. Smiling, Jon walked up and removed the blades.
"You're quite handy with those blades. Throwing that is. In the yard, however, I've heard of your most previous fight."
Scowling, Jon turned, irritated. Yorn stood before him, smirking.
"Oh? Perhaps you'd like another go in the yard, then."
Jon and Yorn faced each other, armed. "This will be the last time we spar," declared Jon.
"Then I will leave you a mark to remember it, Toyne," retorted Yorn, initiating the conflict by swinging his sword at Jon's head, hoping to catch him off-guard.
Jon barely raises his sword in time, deflecting the blow, and going on the offense. Pushing Yorn's sword to the side, he strikes him in the thigh, bruising it immediately.
"I have left one mark," mocked Jon.
Angered, Yorn pushed his attack, raining a flurry of blows down upon Jon, who is pushed back by the ferocity and speed of Yorns sword.
Jon catches Yorn's blade with his, locking them, and pushes hard, causing Yorn to fall backwards, though he is back up in a flash. Though he was not quick enough, as Jon strikes. Frantically raising his sword to block the blow, Yorn makes contact with thin air, for the strike was a feint. Jon strikes Yorn's other thigh, sending a sharp pain through his leg and up his back.
Wincing, Yorn lowers his sword for a split second, and in a fluid motion, Jon strikes at Yorn's helmet in full swing, denting it, and kicking out Yorn's legs.
Jon had won the match.
"You will remember this for a long time, Yorn," Jon finished, exiting the yard without another word.
Jon Toyne advances in:
Swordsmanship towards Master
Throwing Daggers to Apprentice
He turned and gazed at a tree. He wanted to hurt it right now. Taking out the small daggers on his belt, he flipped one in his hand.
Aiming for the knot in the center of the tree, he threw the dagger.
Miss. It landed just to the right, vibrating as it hit.
Damn it. I seem to be failing at everything I do.
Taking another one, he concentrated harder, throwing the blade gracefully. It hit, though not perfectly.
I refuse to continue until I have perfected this.
He stood there, throwing the same four blades over and over. His accuracy improved, but slowly. Just relax. Focus on the knot... and the blade. He said to himself, easing all his muscles, meditating before throwing the next. Bullseye. That's it.
He aimed another, hitting the knot again. Aiming another, he threw it, hitting off his other blade in the tree. Smiling, Jon walked up and removed the blades.
"You're quite handy with those blades. Throwing that is. In the yard, however, I've heard of your most previous fight."
Scowling, Jon turned, irritated. Yorn stood before him, smirking.
"Oh? Perhaps you'd like another go in the yard, then."
Jon and Yorn faced each other, armed. "This will be the last time we spar," declared Jon.
"Then I will leave you a mark to remember it, Toyne," retorted Yorn, initiating the conflict by swinging his sword at Jon's head, hoping to catch him off-guard.
Jon barely raises his sword in time, deflecting the blow, and going on the offense. Pushing Yorn's sword to the side, he strikes him in the thigh, bruising it immediately.
"I have left one mark," mocked Jon.
Angered, Yorn pushed his attack, raining a flurry of blows down upon Jon, who is pushed back by the ferocity and speed of Yorns sword.
Jon catches Yorn's blade with his, locking them, and pushes hard, causing Yorn to fall backwards, though he is back up in a flash. Though he was not quick enough, as Jon strikes. Frantically raising his sword to block the blow, Yorn makes contact with thin air, for the strike was a feint. Jon strikes Yorn's other thigh, sending a sharp pain through his leg and up his back.
Wincing, Yorn lowers his sword for a split second, and in a fluid motion, Jon strikes at Yorn's helmet in full swing, denting it, and kicking out Yorn's legs.
Jon had won the match.
"You will remember this for a long time, Yorn," Jon finished, exiting the yard without another word.
Jon Toyne advances in:
Swordsmanship towards Master
Throwing Daggers to Apprentice