Post by Horas on Nov 13, 2008 19:54:40 GMT -5
A camp is sprawled across the field, buzzing with the activity of near 1,500 men. Morale has climbed considerably after the victory over Ser Massey’s force near the Trident, and the men are training intently for the upcoming battle against King Rodrick. In the yard, Lord Tristifer Vance spars with a few of his men.
Tristifer and his opponent circle each other momentarily, before Tristifer rushes forward, axe held high. He grapples carefully before stepping back again.
“You have good defense,” Tristifer commented, “but it will not be enough.”
Lord Vance steps forward, his axe whirring through the air. He takes a chop at the man’s sword, and the defender’s hand recoils. Tristifer moves his shield up to his opponent’s head and butts the end of his axe against his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
“You have to be faster if you want to stand a chance in the upcoming battle.” Tristifer stated coolly.
“Indeed, M’Lord.” His opponent seethed, raising his sword.
The two clashed, this time his adversary the one to initiate contact. Tristifer raised his shield, trying to block the brunt of the blows. His axe reached suddenly catches on his opponent’s sword, and he quickly takes action and steps forward, smacking him across the shoulder with his shield. Their weapons unlock, and Tristifer steps back and gives him a thump across the other shoulder with the broad side of his axe.
“You need to watch getting close to your opponent, axes have the advantage in close quarters.” Tristifer tutored the man, stepping back and catching his breath. “One more time.” He said finally, rushing forward.
Their weapons clashed, and Tristifer’s axe recoiled. However, he brought his shield forward and his opponent swung his sword around to defend. By this time Tristifer’s axe was approaching the man’s head, who ducked just in time. The two grappled for a time before they reached a stalemate and stepped back.
After a brief hiatus Tristifer pressed an advance, chopping ferociously at him. It took all of his strength to block the blows as Tristifer advanced, ravenous for victory. Soon the opponent’s sword flew out of his hand, and Tristifer’s axe smacked his across the chest, knocking him onto the ground. Whether it was the broad-side of the axe or the ground that knocked the wind out of him, it didn’t matter, for Tristifer claimed victory for himself.
“Well done, Ser, you fought bravely but your skills need to be improved.” Tristifer told the man. “That is enough for now, I’m going to lead the men in drills.” He stated, as he walked away from the training yard.
Results:
Lord Tristifer Vance advances towards Master Axe
Tristifer and his opponent circle each other momentarily, before Tristifer rushes forward, axe held high. He grapples carefully before stepping back again.
“You have good defense,” Tristifer commented, “but it will not be enough.”
Lord Vance steps forward, his axe whirring through the air. He takes a chop at the man’s sword, and the defender’s hand recoils. Tristifer moves his shield up to his opponent’s head and butts the end of his axe against his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
“You have to be faster if you want to stand a chance in the upcoming battle.” Tristifer stated coolly.
“Indeed, M’Lord.” His opponent seethed, raising his sword.
The two clashed, this time his adversary the one to initiate contact. Tristifer raised his shield, trying to block the brunt of the blows. His axe reached suddenly catches on his opponent’s sword, and he quickly takes action and steps forward, smacking him across the shoulder with his shield. Their weapons unlock, and Tristifer steps back and gives him a thump across the other shoulder with the broad side of his axe.
“You need to watch getting close to your opponent, axes have the advantage in close quarters.” Tristifer tutored the man, stepping back and catching his breath. “One more time.” He said finally, rushing forward.
Their weapons clashed, and Tristifer’s axe recoiled. However, he brought his shield forward and his opponent swung his sword around to defend. By this time Tristifer’s axe was approaching the man’s head, who ducked just in time. The two grappled for a time before they reached a stalemate and stepped back.
After a brief hiatus Tristifer pressed an advance, chopping ferociously at him. It took all of his strength to block the blows as Tristifer advanced, ravenous for victory. Soon the opponent’s sword flew out of his hand, and Tristifer’s axe smacked his across the chest, knocking him onto the ground. Whether it was the broad-side of the axe or the ground that knocked the wind out of him, it didn’t matter, for Tristifer claimed victory for himself.
“Well done, Ser, you fought bravely but your skills need to be improved.” Tristifer told the man. “That is enough for now, I’m going to lead the men in drills.” He stated, as he walked away from the training yard.
Results:
Lord Tristifer Vance advances towards Master Axe