A Challenge Is Sought

[Lark 2227]

 

"In and out, through the gut. Not too heavy. Not too light."

 

A green bandana'd fellow seems to dance around the Saltstone Beast Pits.

The sun looks on from above, watching the man punch, kick, and strike 

ironbark logs set up around him the circle. Sweat covers his face, his arms and

legs wrapped in soaked bandages, blood and sweat infused within their very fibers.

 

"Hit harder than what you're hit with,  don't lose your ground."

 

Dain's constant verbal swearing echoes through his head, striking the dense bark

of the logs with his knuckles,  a sharp crack electrocutes the air as the wood splinters flee

from the wood, landing on the dusty, bloodstained ground. Dain pulls his fist away from the

splintered log, glancing at the damage. 

 

"Pain is weakness leaving the body..."

 

Blood seeps through the bandages, dripping onto the ground and he sighs.

Flexing his fingers, Dain holds his hand open, striking with an open palm now, smacking the wood 

with the thick, calloused skin on the pinkie side of his hand. He grunts as blood oozes through,

the bandages a crimson red that reminds him of fight in the fields earlier that day.

 

"Strike hard and soft, like wood. like water."

 

Dain growls as he pivots his foot, tumbling in the air to land on his side and strikes the highest point of the log with his heel, causing it to shudder as if an Olog plodded past. He draws his leg back, standing

still for a few moments before his knees buckle, falling onto the dirt and grumbling. 

 

"I am no fighter."

 

The rays of heat burn upon his back for what seems like an eternity before he pushes himself back up.

Sweat streaks down his forehead,  a small droplet forming at the tip of his nose before plopping into

the gravel soundlessly.  Taking a deep breath he turns from his makeshift training ground, walking up the stairs. He turns an eye towards the Falcon of Varodyr.

 

"Funny how something so beautiful looks so ugly cast in stone." 

 

He turns away from the statue, his bare feet crunch in the freshly frosted mountain grasses.

His gaze follows the coast to Vanaheim and beyond. His lips crack into a smirk as an idea

formulates in his head. Putting his hands together as he cracks his knuckles.

 

"There is a whole world out there, just waiting to beat me up. Best get to it."

 

((Been working on martial arts with Dain and rping alone is boring as ****. Looking for some fun rp combat to get Dain some experience. Dis gun be fun))

[NicktheRed20 215]

Nicolas wonders if he has to wear his chicken hat to participate in this

[MetaSolaray 242]

((Might I offer one's self? :3 *Bows politely....though I don't see any way anyone can make a reply off of this :P))

[__WaterFox__ 636]

Alirya would often slow to listen to Dain's self abuse dyring her journies, sometimes even stopping and searching to actually witness the human practice

"Good practice, good power... But there is no direction that I can see", she mummbled one day

[Lark 2227]

((Might I offer one's self? :3 *Bows politely....though I don't see any way anyone can make a reply off of this :P))

 

((pm me and we can work somethin out))

[Huh 91]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.