The Runeska Manor [Invite only]
Jul 21, 2015 16:13:29 GMT -7
Post by Runeska on Jul 21, 2015 16:13:29 GMT -7
He was completely dominating and overwhelming her at every turn. It was expected in reality. What wasn’t expected however, was that she wouldn’t give up. Her body was already fatigued. Would she struggle on all the way until physical exhaustion? There was little time for thought however, as they were still sparring, though she was dead seriously, just as he’d commanded? After his flurry of strikes ended, that should have been the limits of her endurance at this point, so he figured it’d end, right?
Wrong! At the conclusion of his fifth slash, the final, flesh was cut. Blood spilled. Zenovia’s face contorted in pain. At the same time however she gripped his wrist and snarled essentially. She’d had him locked in place to a degree. That is to say, he could no longer casually avoid her assault through simple evasion. What did she intend to do now? Quickly, her sword flashed up towards his head, but he was locked in place and couldn’t move as freely. Throat… head… face… What was she aiming at?
Without giving too much though, he shifted his head to the side, away from the edge of the blade. At the same time, he used the gauntlet on his other hand to attempt battering the edge away. But it was close, the movement too fluent, too planned. He ended up only diverting the edge from his face while the rest of the blade grated against the gauntlet. The screech endured for just a moment, as it followed with the sound of air whizzing by his ear, followed by moment of burning though his air. Blood dripped, as he’d been cut. So, the fight wasn’t over… or was it? He had to fight the urge punch forward with the mailed hand, right at her temple. What paused his thought was…
She dropped her weapon. Her breathing worsened. Was it her injuries? He said that he wouldn’t push her too hard, but perhaps she had? No, she grabbed his shirt then proceeded to sobbing. She’d taken this very seriously, he could tell. Had he fatally injured her pride? It obviously wasn’t a physical injury that caused this. He was essentially lost. Perhaps he should have went easier on her. But then, wouldn’t that hurt that same warrior pride of hers? So what should he do? He wasn’t exactly sure how to, and whether he should comfort her.
He simply let her cry there for a moment. That’s not to say he was heartless to her condolences. Rather, he pulled his arms around her shoulders, offering some comfort and support. After all, it was the first order that he gave her… and she followed it to a T. Once her sobbing began to lesson, he finally started talking in that same cool and calm characteristic voice. “Alright. You should be very proud of yourself. You followed your first command and even exceeded my expectations. Dry your eyes and calm yourself. There is very little to be ashamed of alright?”
It sounded like he was simply pampering her, but he continued. “I can see how you would get injured as you are. Your reflexes are good, but you have no technique. Your fundamental are solid, but you have no form, no skills. Despite that, your spirit… is fierce, unyielding. I will never trifle with it in the future.” Pointing to his ear which was still moderately bleeding, he said, “Since you’ll only get stronger while you’re here, I probably won’t be let off with a simple injury in the future, will I?”
Patting her on the shoulder, he gently moved her away. He didn’t seem upset or angry… or in too much pain, given, it was just an ear. Zenovia had simply followed his command, so in the future, he should probably be careful of how he placed those demands. He glanced around to Akiko who’d just face planted into the wall and found himself torn between making a light hearted joke about the manor’s walls, and actually being concerned that she was injured. “Akiko, you should be careful not to hurt yourself. The manor is quite old as well. I wouldn’t want to need renovations soon, you know?”
Sheathing his sword, he gathered up the blades that Zenovia had discarded and brought to her. “Alright now. Take your blades. We’re going to sit here on the stone for a moment. I want you to tell me what exactly went through your mind while we fought, as much as possible. When we finish, we’ll go get cleaned up, and then I’m sure that lunch will be finished. I’ll let you off for the rest of the day. Rest or do some independent research. I should have an agenda set up for you by then.”
“Hey Akiko, when Omori is finished his game of tag, would you like lunch? I have something that I’d like to discuss with you. Possibly a private matter.” He would listen to Akiko during that time, holding his clipped ear in order to prevent from bleeding as much from the pressure. He didn’t quite wish to go inside, knowing that once he did, he would probably not come back out.
Wrong! At the conclusion of his fifth slash, the final, flesh was cut. Blood spilled. Zenovia’s face contorted in pain. At the same time however she gripped his wrist and snarled essentially. She’d had him locked in place to a degree. That is to say, he could no longer casually avoid her assault through simple evasion. What did she intend to do now? Quickly, her sword flashed up towards his head, but he was locked in place and couldn’t move as freely. Throat… head… face… What was she aiming at?
Without giving too much though, he shifted his head to the side, away from the edge of the blade. At the same time, he used the gauntlet on his other hand to attempt battering the edge away. But it was close, the movement too fluent, too planned. He ended up only diverting the edge from his face while the rest of the blade grated against the gauntlet. The screech endured for just a moment, as it followed with the sound of air whizzing by his ear, followed by moment of burning though his air. Blood dripped, as he’d been cut. So, the fight wasn’t over… or was it? He had to fight the urge punch forward with the mailed hand, right at her temple. What paused his thought was…
She dropped her weapon. Her breathing worsened. Was it her injuries? He said that he wouldn’t push her too hard, but perhaps she had? No, she grabbed his shirt then proceeded to sobbing. She’d taken this very seriously, he could tell. Had he fatally injured her pride? It obviously wasn’t a physical injury that caused this. He was essentially lost. Perhaps he should have went easier on her. But then, wouldn’t that hurt that same warrior pride of hers? So what should he do? He wasn’t exactly sure how to, and whether he should comfort her.
He simply let her cry there for a moment. That’s not to say he was heartless to her condolences. Rather, he pulled his arms around her shoulders, offering some comfort and support. After all, it was the first order that he gave her… and she followed it to a T. Once her sobbing began to lesson, he finally started talking in that same cool and calm characteristic voice. “Alright. You should be very proud of yourself. You followed your first command and even exceeded my expectations. Dry your eyes and calm yourself. There is very little to be ashamed of alright?”
It sounded like he was simply pampering her, but he continued. “I can see how you would get injured as you are. Your reflexes are good, but you have no technique. Your fundamental are solid, but you have no form, no skills. Despite that, your spirit… is fierce, unyielding. I will never trifle with it in the future.” Pointing to his ear which was still moderately bleeding, he said, “Since you’ll only get stronger while you’re here, I probably won’t be let off with a simple injury in the future, will I?”
Patting her on the shoulder, he gently moved her away. He didn’t seem upset or angry… or in too much pain, given, it was just an ear. Zenovia had simply followed his command, so in the future, he should probably be careful of how he placed those demands. He glanced around to Akiko who’d just face planted into the wall and found himself torn between making a light hearted joke about the manor’s walls, and actually being concerned that she was injured. “Akiko, you should be careful not to hurt yourself. The manor is quite old as well. I wouldn’t want to need renovations soon, you know?”
Sheathing his sword, he gathered up the blades that Zenovia had discarded and brought to her. “Alright now. Take your blades. We’re going to sit here on the stone for a moment. I want you to tell me what exactly went through your mind while we fought, as much as possible. When we finish, we’ll go get cleaned up, and then I’m sure that lunch will be finished. I’ll let you off for the rest of the day. Rest or do some independent research. I should have an agenda set up for you by then.”
“Hey Akiko, when Omori is finished his game of tag, would you like lunch? I have something that I’d like to discuss with you. Possibly a private matter.” He would listen to Akiko during that time, holding his clipped ear in order to prevent from bleeding as much from the pressure. He didn’t quite wish to go inside, knowing that once he did, he would probably not come back out.