A Student's Training

[PureMaxim 19]

A Student's Training

8th of Snow's Maiden, 1548

 

 

The briny Northern air struck the ground as Axel Burchoff and Leo Ivorstead came head to head, armored in ferrum with iron blades at their sides. It had been a rainy day in Courland the day before, and flakes of snow were beginning to drop on the wet surface. Without a doubt, this duel would be a good one. Axel had taught Leo for two years now, and this was the moment where he had to prove his worthiness. The trainer raised his free hand, his palms out. He then put his thumb down, then his pointer finger, and then his others fingers, as if to count down. When his pinky dropped, Axel instantly lowered his hand and came rushing at the student. Without wait Leo as well rushed him. The two were only a few meters away before impact. Just a few seconds after, their swords met. The clash was beginning, as Axel pushed Leo's sword to his right, crushing him with his strength. Instantly, Leo retreated, looking to his trainer. He then rushed in once more, his blade up. The swords met again, and this time, the hearty and strong Axel was not ready. Leo kept on pushing his blade, only putting on more strength every second. His eyebrows twitched as he pushed his blade against Axel's. The trainer had no clue what to do, until he successfully distracted the young Leo with the bob of his head. Recklessly, Leo turned around, forgetting about the duel. Axel then retreated himself, only before rushing in once more. Meanwhile, Leo's mouth has curled into a smirk, ready to strike his trainer. This was a flaw that the trainer made, he forget himself how much of a cheeky-trickster Leo actually was. He swayed around, hitting Axel's blade from the left as hard as he could. The blade dropped out of Axel's hand and flew on the damp grass. Axel then looked to his blade, beginning to back up. He then looked to Leo, smiling at his newly ready swordsman, one which he hasn't seen so good at a young age. They shook hands, and Axel, proudly in the Courlandian territory, gave his speech,

 

"Leo Ivorstead, you've fought well today, and finally beat me. T'is an honor to call you a swordsman, one that is good at such a young age. I am most dearly proud of you," Axel would say, laughing lightly, though a smile on his face at the same time. Leo, too, smiled away his day, proud to finally be a trained swordsman. The day was special to both the boy and the trainer, and it appeared that the boy was no longer a student, but a professional swordsman. This was a special day; a day to be remembered by one Axel Burchoff, and by one Leo Ivorstead.

 

 

[CheekyNolan 5420]

"A good Courlandian swordsman is just a **** Southern one." A shrewd aryan knight remarked idly, being somewhat disingenuous.

[MongolKhan 255]

"This man near threatend me vith 'is mate. Hes thick skulled an shite vith a svord. Perhaps 'e should be 'it on the 'ead with one. Might do 'im some fockin' good tha' daft ****." A Lorrainien cavalary man would laugh, having been done with these so called 'Northerners'.

[Elad™ 560]

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