Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160117031504/@comment-25038310-20160117225600

"You have little poise, inbalanced and undisciplined. You thrash and stab and fling your blade around like a common bandit." The knight said, although it indicated more of mockery. It infuriated the young apprentice, as she lowered the visor on her helm and brought up her greatsword. The last year had been tough, but she had pushed through it with great effort.

The woman swung at the knight, who was wielding his long greatsword with one hand, choosing not to utilize anything else in his offhand. The man jumped forward and sweeped away the blade with the protective metal padding with the braces of his armor. It caught the woman off-guard, and was followed up with a riposte - a swift punch in the gut that she could even feel through her lightweight armor, causing her to fall on her knees.

If there had been any bystanders, the knight would have been seen as a merciless individual. But all thing s were allowed in battle. No rules, only guidelines that not everyone followed.

Honor wasn't a good mentor. Even a knight must use tactics that exploit the obvious weaknesses of his opponent.

"Ugh!" Allenna coughed, as she let go of her shortsword and shield in order to rub her belly. She struggled to her feet, as the knight stared her down in the meanwhile like an insignificant worm. Also she was glad there were no bystanders. She didn't like stares, although that wasn't her main concern for now.

As she wanted to reach for her weapon again, the man stepped on her hand, as the boot flattened it slowly, causing her to grunt. She flinched, but soon she surely looked up at the knight in order to engage in more dialogue. Something that she always did. The man only started to say something once he was looked in the eye. Most likely a gesture of respect and a sign that she was willing to listen.

"''A knight's weapon never leaves the wielder's hand - lest that hand be cut off and cast aside, as it cannot possibly be a worthy instrument to utilize the extension of the warrior." ''He cryptically quoted. She wanted to yell, although he wouldn't give the man his satisfaction as she merely looked up at the helmet that Allant wore. She could spot two eyes, covered in darkness and shadow due to his visor very briefly. Harsh and cold, and very befitting.

"That's what He - may he rest in tranquility - told me." He removed his boot from her hand, as she immediately picked up her shortsword and shield again. She had an urge to rub her hand, but did not want to let her guard down. Sometimes combat could be initiated unsurprisingly.

The man turned around as he headed back to his bench. Not the same one he had sat in for so long in the town square. It indicated training was over for today.

"Go back to the marketplace and fetch us food." He said, as he dissapeared out of sight. Only then she felt that she could sheathe her sword and carry out this daily task. She sighed. She was puzzled by the man who had spend a year with, and realized just how little the man betrayed about himself as far as personal history goes. Although the same could be said of her. Curiousity however, was not a liked trait of Allant, so she advised herself against asking anything.