Post by The Stranger on Jul 30, 2008 12:31:59 GMT -5
Jason made his over to the combat field. He wasn’t ready to accept that Willam could still best him so easily in combat. Upon arriving it did not take him long to find his elder brother, training as usual.
“I hope you didn’t let our last match go to your head,” he said as he approached Willam, smirking. “I was simply tired from my journey from Storm’s End, this time will be different.”
Willam looked up and smiled as he got into position and raised his tourney sword. “Oh good, had that been your best, I would have sent you back to Storm’s End to learn with little Aegys.”
Jason furrowed his brow; Willam always had the better insult. He took his place opposite of Willam, raising his sword. Jason did his best to look threatening, but considering he was more than a head shorter than Willam, it didn’t have much effect.
They began a few moments later. Jason eagerly rushed in and swung low for Willam’s legs, but the stroke was easily parried. Willam took the opportunity to go on the offensive and started pushing Jason back.
Jason’s size and speed allowed him to avoid the majority of his brother’s attacks, but Willam’s superior strength made Jason’s arms begin to ache after blocking just a few swings. Willam must have sensed his sibling’s weakness, because he came at him with a horizontal slash that Jason wouldn’t have had a chance at blocking. The younger brother ducked low and felt his hair being swatted as Willam’s blunted sword cut the air right above his head.
Willam was off balance for a fraction of a second, but Jason didn’t hesitate. He came up and brought his sword down with all his might. The blow connected with Willam’s shoulder, hard. Jason grinned to himself and prepared to bring his blunted weapon around for the final blow, but Willam simply grunted and shrugged off the attack. He counterattacked and slammed his sword into Jason’s chest, sending him to the ground.
Jason groaned and looked up to see Willam standing over him, his tourney sword to Jason’s neck. Willam helped him to his feet. “So what was it that time?” asked Willam with a grin. “Was the sun in your eyes?”
“It is a dreadfully bright thing, isn’t it?” replied Jason, returning the smile.
Willam made his way over to the command tent, but Jason stayed behind. Jason had been trying to improve his swordplay over the last several months and he thought he had really improved, but his brother still beat him as easily as ever. His chest ached where Willam had smashed his sword into it, but Jason found another challenger and prepared to spar again. If he did not manage to prepare himself properly, then the coming battle might not be where he would make a name for himself like he imagined. It might be where he was killed.
Jason to Expert Swordplay
“I hope you didn’t let our last match go to your head,” he said as he approached Willam, smirking. “I was simply tired from my journey from Storm’s End, this time will be different.”
Willam looked up and smiled as he got into position and raised his tourney sword. “Oh good, had that been your best, I would have sent you back to Storm’s End to learn with little Aegys.”
Jason furrowed his brow; Willam always had the better insult. He took his place opposite of Willam, raising his sword. Jason did his best to look threatening, but considering he was more than a head shorter than Willam, it didn’t have much effect.
They began a few moments later. Jason eagerly rushed in and swung low for Willam’s legs, but the stroke was easily parried. Willam took the opportunity to go on the offensive and started pushing Jason back.
Jason’s size and speed allowed him to avoid the majority of his brother’s attacks, but Willam’s superior strength made Jason’s arms begin to ache after blocking just a few swings. Willam must have sensed his sibling’s weakness, because he came at him with a horizontal slash that Jason wouldn’t have had a chance at blocking. The younger brother ducked low and felt his hair being swatted as Willam’s blunted sword cut the air right above his head.
Willam was off balance for a fraction of a second, but Jason didn’t hesitate. He came up and brought his sword down with all his might. The blow connected with Willam’s shoulder, hard. Jason grinned to himself and prepared to bring his blunted weapon around for the final blow, but Willam simply grunted and shrugged off the attack. He counterattacked and slammed his sword into Jason’s chest, sending him to the ground.
Jason groaned and looked up to see Willam standing over him, his tourney sword to Jason’s neck. Willam helped him to his feet. “So what was it that time?” asked Willam with a grin. “Was the sun in your eyes?”
“It is a dreadfully bright thing, isn’t it?” replied Jason, returning the smile.
Willam made his way over to the command tent, but Jason stayed behind. Jason had been trying to improve his swordplay over the last several months and he thought he had really improved, but his brother still beat him as easily as ever. His chest ached where Willam had smashed his sword into it, but Jason found another challenger and prepared to spar again. If he did not manage to prepare himself properly, then the coming battle might not be where he would make a name for himself like he imagined. It might be where he was killed.
Jason to Expert Swordplay