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Post by The Smith on Jul 30, 2012 22:11:53 GMT -5
Derek studied him, "Today... we will just work on holding the blade correctly." He smiled, "Hold the blade out in front of you straight. Point it as a window behind me."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 30, 2012 22:15:31 GMT -5
Derek looked at Maerys, and said, "Go tell Maester Lymon." Then he paused, and asked, "He was not attacked was he?"
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Post by Flex on Jul 30, 2012 22:17:11 GMT -5
Baelor, ignoring Dayne and his dead knight, pointed the weapon at the window, his arm shaking with the weight of the sword.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Jul 30, 2012 22:21:05 GMT -5
Derek looked at Maerys, and said, "Go tell Maester Lymon." Then he paused, and asked, "He was not attacked was he?" He shook his head,"I think he died in his sleep, Ser Bart spent most of his time sleeping." He ran off towards the rookery and Maester Lymon's quarters.
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Post by Rodrik Selmy on Jul 30, 2012 22:39:30 GMT -5
Aaryn, who had equipped himself with a training longsword and shield upon arriving glanced over at Rodrik questioningly. Rodrik met Aaryn's gaze and nodded. "Looks like we'll be able to spar after all." Rodrik moved to a more open area of the yard, brought his shield up to his chest, and waited for the Crownlander to make his way over.
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Jul 30, 2012 23:09:17 GMT -5
Rycherd Tyrell arrived at the training yard. He grabbed a training sword and shield and waited for his instructions. There was much he disliked about living at Oldtown, but this was not one of them.
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Post by Ser Leyton Hightower on Jul 31, 2012 0:04:21 GMT -5
Aaryn followed Rodrik, positioning himself opposite the Stormlander.
"Ready." he said simply, raising his shield.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2012 1:16:59 GMT -5
Raig arrived, shining like the sun in a simple leather ensemble, and Smoothly found his way over to the others.
"Good morning, gentlemen." he said with pluck.
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Post by Gerold Frey on Jul 31, 2012 4:33:16 GMT -5
Gerold arrives none too late, but looks exhausted, as if he only managed to snatch a few hours of uncomfortable sleep before being woken to come to martial training. He has dark circles under his nervous grey eyes, and fights back a yawn as he strolls out onto the yard. He wears ill-fitting training armour over his simple white linen shirt, provided by the Hightower quartermaster, and wields the smallest, most pitiful training shortsword a man could possibly find.
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Post by Osgar Greyjoy on Jul 31, 2012 4:36:18 GMT -5
Derek pointed at the three arrivals, and said, "You three take turns sparring with one another." Zach just yawns as he sees that Aaryn and Rodrik are ready to spar, and waitsfor his turn.
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Post by Flex on Jul 31, 2012 6:40:52 GMT -5
Baelor was still holding is sword, wondering what was supposed to happen.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 31, 2012 6:59:58 GMT -5
Derek turned back to Baelor and smiled, "That hurting yet?"
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Post by Flex on Jul 31, 2012 7:00:50 GMT -5
"I think my arm is going to fall off!" Baelor said, barely able to hold his arm up anymore, as it was shaking with tension.
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Jul 31, 2012 7:24:33 GMT -5
Rycherd hooted at the younger boy as he struggled to keep his arm up.
"Come on Stark. Fight it!"
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Post by The Smith on Jul 31, 2012 8:38:22 GMT -5
Derek watched Baelor, and chuckled, "This is why we train everyday."
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