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Everything Elijah knows, he has learned through self teaching. Being constantly on the move, he's had to. He's hoping Sundren will be different. He's tired of running and he wants to establish himself. He also wants to formalize his education in both the martial and the arcane. What he knows now are mere cantrips and child's play compared to some he has seen here in Sundren.
He has seen the fighting styles of Cirion, Hano, and Snowhawk in combat. He has witnessed the magical prowess of Sol and the red haired woman. From his first exposure to them, their dedication to the land and to themselves speak of character and honor. Never one for timidity, he has begun to approach them one-by-one.
Will you train me?
Sol's desire to construct her tower excites him. And Hano's openness to let him use the sparring room encourages him. Cirion, however, was the first to give him his first formal martial training. In the rarely used field in the Crossroads, the lesson began. With wooden weapons in hand, Elijah charges at Cirion.
Swing, parry, strike, blow! Within a few seconds, Elijah finds himself on the ground. His wind knocked out of him.
You swing too wildly, Elijah. You leave yourself open.
Elijah nods. He tries again. This time, Cirion has no weapon or shield so as to see Elijah's swings more visibly. He lasts a little longer but the result was the same. Every one wild swing from Elijah was met with three punches or kicks from the more seasoned warrior.
Dimenin offers a pointer. Word has gotten out and the spectators grew larger. Your shield, Elijah. You hold it too high perhaps.
He nods again. His reflexes desire to protect his head rather than to parry the incoming blow. He takes mental note to train his instincts. More lessons ensued. Some matches allowed for the use of magic. Some with a fighter named Rane as a different sparring partner. This went on for hours it seemed.
Bloodied and bruised, Elijah collapses in his bed later that night. He's in a lot of pain but he utters to himself...
Pain is weakness leaving the body.
Images of the combat swirl in his head. The mistakes that was met with pain was examined. The ones that landed blows were scrutinized just as much. He has so much to learn and finds himself fortunate to find such capable mentors.
I can't wait until my first lessons with Sol...
He has seen the fighting styles of Cirion, Hano, and Snowhawk in combat. He has witnessed the magical prowess of Sol and the red haired woman. From his first exposure to them, their dedication to the land and to themselves speak of character and honor. Never one for timidity, he has begun to approach them one-by-one.
Will you train me?
Sol's desire to construct her tower excites him. And Hano's openness to let him use the sparring room encourages him. Cirion, however, was the first to give him his first formal martial training. In the rarely used field in the Crossroads, the lesson began. With wooden weapons in hand, Elijah charges at Cirion.
Swing, parry, strike, blow! Within a few seconds, Elijah finds himself on the ground. His wind knocked out of him.
You swing too wildly, Elijah. You leave yourself open.
Elijah nods. He tries again. This time, Cirion has no weapon or shield so as to see Elijah's swings more visibly. He lasts a little longer but the result was the same. Every one wild swing from Elijah was met with three punches or kicks from the more seasoned warrior.
Dimenin offers a pointer. Word has gotten out and the spectators grew larger. Your shield, Elijah. You hold it too high perhaps.
He nods again. His reflexes desire to protect his head rather than to parry the incoming blow. He takes mental note to train his instincts. More lessons ensued. Some matches allowed for the use of magic. Some with a fighter named Rane as a different sparring partner. This went on for hours it seemed.
Bloodied and bruised, Elijah collapses in his bed later that night. He's in a lot of pain but he utters to himself...
Pain is weakness leaving the body.
Images of the combat swirl in his head. The mistakes that was met with pain was examined. The ones that landed blows were scrutinized just as much. He has so much to learn and finds himself fortunate to find such capable mentors.
I can't wait until my first lessons with Sol...