Misc. Traing [Private]
Apr 5, 2016 8:34:06 GMT -7
Post by Runeska on Apr 5, 2016 8:34:06 GMT -7
Shield Specialization
Rank: "C" Always 30 TP
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has mastered the use of one type of shield.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Choose one type of shield (buckler, light, heavy, or tower shield). With the selected shield, user gains an additional +4 hardness to their Guard Meter. In addition, this bonus stacks with Shield Focus, and Greater Shield Focus. User may learn this technique multiple times. Its effects do not stack. Each time user learns this technique it may be applied to a new type of shield.
Limit: Must be an Armiger. Must know Shield Focus.
0/30
Hours had passed by, but Aclime remained locked in this fighting and shield training with his father. Every time somethingbwent wrong, he found out immediately via the powerful stinging blows that essentially said, you fucked up. Unluckily for Aclime these always and only came after his guard broke, which it did a lot, considering how long they'd been training. That meant he received many, many blows. By tomorrow, the likelihood his body covered in ted and blue bruises increased exponentially.
"Father, why are you making me learn the shield?"
Yet… yet… Aclime was improving alot for just the first day. He'd fallen out of a lot of unwieldy positioning that caused his guard to collapse early. His stancemhad gotten a lot better as well, so that it didn't require an abundance of time to properly set itself up. With every blow, every guard, brace, and deflection, or perhaps absence of the above, he got better at defending. He had little choice as well, for every time he improved, the attacks that took place grew that much stronger.
"I'm setting you up."
The dialogue stalled hard as another assault started. His steps teetered awkwardly, as his body lacked the proper adjustments to accommodate the shields weight. Still, he held firm as the reverberations shook through his arm, causing numbnessnand greater amounts of pain. Suddenly, against his will, thnsield dropped from his arm as his hand unclenched. It was paralyzed essentially from muscle agitation so the nerves stopped responded. During that time, his father struck and knocked him from his feet.
"Do you know what the job of an Akumu warrior is?"
He paused and waited for his son to rise up. It took sometime regain his feet, because his arm to defend was numb. So a break was in order, right? Wrong Aclime was ambidextrous, remember? That meant he simolymhad to switch arms, a rather simple ordeal since he didn't have a weapon outside of the shield. So nowmwithnth shield on his right instead of left, he faired a little better bcaue the arm wasn't as tired.
Aclime's father remained relentless striking from every which angle without pause. Some of the blows he deflected awkwardly. However, the primaryncover stance worked better, saving his entire body from numerous rains of blows. Until the guard broke. It seemed at here, was the point where his progress slowed for even though he got better at defending, it hadn't made his defense stronger. In fact, it might have gotten weaker.
Rank: "C" Always 30 TP
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User has mastered the use of one type of shield.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Choose one type of shield (buckler, light, heavy, or tower shield). With the selected shield, user gains an additional +4 hardness to their Guard Meter. In addition, this bonus stacks with Shield Focus, and Greater Shield Focus. User may learn this technique multiple times. Its effects do not stack. Each time user learns this technique it may be applied to a new type of shield.
Limit: Must be an Armiger. Must know Shield Focus.
0/30
Hours had passed by, but Aclime remained locked in this fighting and shield training with his father. Every time somethingbwent wrong, he found out immediately via the powerful stinging blows that essentially said, you fucked up. Unluckily for Aclime these always and only came after his guard broke, which it did a lot, considering how long they'd been training. That meant he received many, many blows. By tomorrow, the likelihood his body covered in ted and blue bruises increased exponentially.
"Father, why are you making me learn the shield?"
Yet… yet… Aclime was improving alot for just the first day. He'd fallen out of a lot of unwieldy positioning that caused his guard to collapse early. His stancemhad gotten a lot better as well, so that it didn't require an abundance of time to properly set itself up. With every blow, every guard, brace, and deflection, or perhaps absence of the above, he got better at defending. He had little choice as well, for every time he improved, the attacks that took place grew that much stronger.
"I'm setting you up."
The dialogue stalled hard as another assault started. His steps teetered awkwardly, as his body lacked the proper adjustments to accommodate the shields weight. Still, he held firm as the reverberations shook through his arm, causing numbnessnand greater amounts of pain. Suddenly, against his will, thnsield dropped from his arm as his hand unclenched. It was paralyzed essentially from muscle agitation so the nerves stopped responded. During that time, his father struck and knocked him from his feet.
"Do you know what the job of an Akumu warrior is?"
He paused and waited for his son to rise up. It took sometime regain his feet, because his arm to defend was numb. So a break was in order, right? Wrong Aclime was ambidextrous, remember? That meant he simolymhad to switch arms, a rather simple ordeal since he didn't have a weapon outside of the shield. So nowmwithnth shield on his right instead of left, he faired a little better bcaue the arm wasn't as tired.
Aclime's father remained relentless striking from every which angle without pause. Some of the blows he deflected awkwardly. However, the primaryncover stance worked better, saving his entire body from numerous rains of blows. Until the guard broke. It seemed at here, was the point where his progress slowed for even though he got better at defending, it hadn't made his defense stronger. In fact, it might have gotten weaker.