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westwhere2021-06-05 12:03 am
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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?"
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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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."
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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.
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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.