westwhere | Let's get down to business

WHO: Hendrik & yourself
WHEN: June
WHERE: The farm
WHAT: Training
WARNINGS: None, will change if needed

Making a temporary place for himself in an unfamiliar world was a huge task. But the one task the knight would never tire of is that of ensuring the safety of the Luminary. The boy would have been a Prince of Dundrasil had a cruel fate not befallen him. Torn from his family as an infant he was raised in a small village after being rescued from the water. Greater still was destiny's hand as he survived and grew to manhood. After more than a few wrong turns, Hendrik realized his great error in doggedly pursuing the boy with the very misguided intent of killing him. The knight had sworn himself to the Luminary, they became friends and the boy did his duty of delivering their world from an evil known as Mordegon. With the darkness conquered that had taken his own family, friends (including his childhood friend Jasper) and home, Hendrik remained vigilant even if he had yet to realize he and his companion weren't from the same time frames.

This vigilance included training so one day he was out to try and refocus on this task of trying to make the abnormal seem a little more familiar. So swordplay was the order for the day as much else wasn't being done at the current time.

So with an extra weapon or two thanks to the Luminary's forging ability, Hendrik is out practicing with his axe and shield. Turning when he hears footsteps, the tall knight would nod at whoever approached.

"Are you here to test your blade?"

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The purple haired head nodded sagely. "I have found that it is an impression that will linger long here." Nothing had gone right since his arrival. And of course that didn't even explain how he'd managed to get captured in the first place. But as a knight of Heliodor, his mission had been to ensure the safety of other captors as they fought to get off of the ship.

The axe only went up when the other man advanced, and the knight braced for an impact. "I will not take your head off." That promise was made before he had to push down on the sword which was an impressive move on his opponent's part. Obviously he had been expecting his own kind of sword to sword or axe to sword clash but could go with another type of battle. And he'd barely gotten away from the punch that would've landed. But that earned a smile because the other was trying and that earned admiration points.

Hendrik though maintained a sense of fair play that he knew the other man would not receive from an enemy. So he didn't try to strike back or retaliate in any way. This wasn't about winning or proving he was an excellent fighter. This was about helping the man with him.

So he moved around a bit to put some distance there. "When you are ready, let us try that again."

"Been here a while, then?" He pulled back to reset. Not bad for a first try, but he was going to need to improve, and fast.

That didn't mean he couldn't ask about other things, too. "How are you keeping your hair that color? Locals have any good dye?" The red in his eyebrows was the only dyejob he'd had done in the weeks before ending up here. He'd done his hair a while ago, but he'd let it grow back in black when he started contacting the Separatists. Blending in had become more important then, but he couldn't entirely give it up.

He waited just long enough to give the man a chance to start to respond, then closed in for another attack. Throw off the guy's timing if he could, try a different opener. Keep testing what worked best.

"I have been here long enough." Hendrik replied, waiting for the other man to get himself ready. And by long enough he meant enough and just wanted to go home. But the Luminary seemed bound and determined to help those here so the knight had gone along with it, assisting wherever he could.

With the hair question, that threw the taller man off. Did people not have purple hair where his opponent was from? Back home people had all sorts of colours of hair including pink. Maybe in this man's world such a thing wasn't even heard of. And that was odd to the knight.

That pause allowed his opponent to close in and battle brain kicked back on and barely deflected the blow. Hendrik then lifted his axe and crouched a bit. "I can see that you are a quick learner. So this should be interesting."

The compliment gets a bit of a smile. "Ten years of military training ought to be good for something." His entire life, though by normal human standards he looks to be in his twenties. He'd only been deployed for a few months, fighting a war that had none of the nobility of purpose he'd gotten sold back on Kamino.

Alright. That axe could hook and redirect a sword if it got in past the head, but with the right motion he might be able to slide the blade down the haft and catch the guy's fingers. He closes the distance again, trying to put the idea into motion.

Military training? Well if that was true then Hendrik underestimated the man and made his guard rise. This would be an interesting battle and maybe he should try a little harder to attack instead of thinking this to be something as simple as teaching. So the knight nodded in understanding.

He continued to stand still as was his usual bit in battle. He never overexerted himself because he would need energy to make sure he could tank things and be the one to carry the Luminary off of the field of battle if it came down to it.

Gripping his axe firmly in hand, he waited for the strike, but was more prepared this time for a better hit.

Let's get down to business

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