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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 14:20:36 GMT -5
A couple of hours pass, and two other applicants are waiting with Quentyn when the Captain arrives. Frettar studies the men, and then motions for one of his soldiers to move into the training circle.
He points to Quentyn, "Name and campaigns you have fought in?"
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 14:38:40 GMT -5
"Berk Fletcher," Quentyn says. He ticks off campaigns on his fingers. "Fighting the Thorns under Lord Dawnrose, then the reavers for Lord Farman. In the Disputed Lands under the Sons of Steel a couple years past. Since then, just guard work an' the like."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 14:40:56 GMT -5
Frettar nodded, and motioned for Quentyn to approach the man in the circle.
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 14:53:36 GMT -5
Quentyn moves into the circle and rolls his shoulders in anticipation of the fight. "You got blunted blades, or you just want me to cut him once for you?" Quentyn asks. He adds belatedly, "Cap'n."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 14:56:44 GMT -5
"Take a blunted blade. No need to die for this." Frettar responded, studying Quentyn's every move.
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 15:03:57 GMT -5
Quentyn looks over the rack and picks the shortest and lightest of the shortswords, then gives it an experimental swing or two. Finding it to his liking, he takes the small buckler in his other hand and crouches into a fighting stance.
[Expert Short Blades]
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 15:08:32 GMT -5
Round One
MM: 70 vs QT: 132
The other man does not wait until Quentyn is ready and charges the moment he steps into the ring. Quentyn blocks aside his blow, and they exchange several attacks and counters. It does not take long for Quentyn to know his opponent out of the ring.
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 15:17:13 GMT -5
Quentyn ducks forward under his opponents blade to give him a ringing blow to the helm, then dances back as the guard stumbles out of the ring. "Another, Cap'n?" Quentyn asks.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 15:23:51 GMT -5
Frettar shook his head, "You pass." He motions for Quentyn to move aside, and has the next man come forward and face the man Quentyn had defeated.
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 15:28:17 GMT -5
Quentyn grins and steps out of the ring. He watches the other new recruits as well as the other guards.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 15:35:05 GMT -5
Both of the other recruits are rejected and sent on their way. Frettar turns, and walks back to Quentyn, "You are in. Sunday we are going to run a training session. Come at dawn for that, and at the end we will give you your duties." He paused for a moment, "Do you need a billet?"
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 15:37:16 GMT -5
Quentyn grunts. "I could use one, Cap'n. Don't have any place to stay in this city at the moment."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 15:42:01 GMT -5
"If you want I can let you sleep in the barracks until Sunday." Frettar replied, "One fucking fight though, and you are out on your ass."
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 15:45:35 GMT -5
"Thanks, Cap'n. I'll be friendly. Keep my knives sheathed, all of that."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 15:46:54 GMT -5
The Captain pointed at the barracks open door, "Just find an empty bunk."
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Hope you all are well and happy.