Post by KENELM AYERS on Jan 4, 2015 20:33:29 GMT
There were many horrors on a battlefield wherever you went. However justified, whenever death was witnessed it left a lasting mark on the viewer. Whether it was a monster slaughtering waves upon waves of soldiers, two armies of young men and women charging into one another, or even the simple sight of a comrade beside you being blindsided by an arrow -- war left one with nightmares to take home each night. But none had as much effect on Kenelm as the site of the young falling senselessly. Over the years he'd watched countless youths put down by man and beast, and while some wounds hurt more than others he never quite got over it. And that's why he was standing opposite a young lady, a dulled blade in his hand and his face curious.
Usually the training of new recruits was left to lesser powers. Middle-men in the ladder of command. But this was no average new recruit, and while Kenelm would have liked to evaluate every single youth that entered into his army this one was a required metal to test. Thalia De Luca. A confirmed champion who could prove an invaluable asset, but still just a child in Kenelm's eyes. If it was up to him he'd have denied her on sight. She could not possibly be ready to face the dangers his troop faced. Sadly it wasn't his call. So, instead, he'd simply asked for the right to measure her worth himself.
So there he stood, outfitted in training armor and holding training weapons. Kenelm had always hated both, but he could see the merit in not scarring armor and splintering good shields for the sake of exercise. Despite this he felt unnaturally light and free in the comparatively light padding. A leather set, with a solid vest, padded gauntlets, and a pair of equally padded pants. Very little metal covered his form, only protecting his shoulders, shins, and head. The helmet did not even have a visor, instead a simple kind of cap. The only thing to protect his upper arm was his shield, a wooden tower model with only the Sharan Emblem to adorn it. At least his blade was decent.
Just as hefty as any other falchion, it was dulled so that it could bruise and strike but not cut. After all, no one wanted to kill a comrade in a simple training match. Still, it was important to be ready for anything -- even from those with less experience. So for the moment at least Kenelm stood ready. His legs spread in a strong, supportive stance and his shield was held carefully to cover as much of his body as possible. Even his sword was wielded defensively, carefully poised at his side so that he could respond properly to an assault.
"You can approach whenever ready De Luca," Kenelm called to the girl, his voice smooth but not lacking certainty and a bit of edge, "And remember this is an evaluation. Do not hold back."
Usually the training of new recruits was left to lesser powers. Middle-men in the ladder of command. But this was no average new recruit, and while Kenelm would have liked to evaluate every single youth that entered into his army this one was a required metal to test. Thalia De Luca. A confirmed champion who could prove an invaluable asset, but still just a child in Kenelm's eyes. If it was up to him he'd have denied her on sight. She could not possibly be ready to face the dangers his troop faced. Sadly it wasn't his call. So, instead, he'd simply asked for the right to measure her worth himself.
So there he stood, outfitted in training armor and holding training weapons. Kenelm had always hated both, but he could see the merit in not scarring armor and splintering good shields for the sake of exercise. Despite this he felt unnaturally light and free in the comparatively light padding. A leather set, with a solid vest, padded gauntlets, and a pair of equally padded pants. Very little metal covered his form, only protecting his shoulders, shins, and head. The helmet did not even have a visor, instead a simple kind of cap. The only thing to protect his upper arm was his shield, a wooden tower model with only the Sharan Emblem to adorn it. At least his blade was decent.
Just as hefty as any other falchion, it was dulled so that it could bruise and strike but not cut. After all, no one wanted to kill a comrade in a simple training match. Still, it was important to be ready for anything -- even from those with less experience. So for the moment at least Kenelm stood ready. His legs spread in a strong, supportive stance and his shield was held carefully to cover as much of his body as possible. Even his sword was wielded defensively, carefully poised at his side so that he could respond properly to an assault.
"You can approach whenever ready De Luca," Kenelm called to the girl, his voice smooth but not lacking certainty and a bit of edge, "And remember this is an evaluation. Do not hold back."
LAIKA OF GS!
