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Post by Tunic on Apr 8, 2024 0:44:35 GMT -5
NOTE: Himnabrjótur's ANTISENSE is active!
"I am rather surprised your intent for the day was to stop by here lady Baskerville, it has been quite a while since your most recent training exercise, let alone proper weapon's training.", the voice of the aging Johnathan echoed lightly off the bricked walls of the Shield training facility. Though muted through the door to the changing room, every word reached the intended target within. "When you are ready Himnabrjótur is already on the field.", he would continue to speak. He knew well enough the young woman was quite forgetful and more often than not it fell on himself or Leon to ensure the simplest of tasks were set in order.
It was quite true actually, it had been far too long since she was last able to visit. The last time was not too long after the accident just over a year ago. "This was father's favorite place to come... almost all of my training was done exclusively on location.", a hint of melancholy echoed from Tunic's voice as she replied to the elderly man standing just outside. Taking a moment to adjust the weights at her joints, she would look over the gear and nod. "Anyways, I need the exercise.", a faux laugh followed this as she stepped through the door, the creak of an aging hinge rattling down the hallway.
"Let's move on then?", the girl's attention to Johanathan as she said this. Waiting a moment for the man to nod, she would take slow steps down the hallway, each wall lined with pictures of the former members of the organization and the occasional replica of their bloodline's weapons. However, there remained one or two plaques laid barren as their replicas were pulled from display and memory. Tunic had asked her father about these before to be met with comments such as 'It is better we let that history lie.' even as she continued her research into the families, she found little to no information on more than the main four.
Stepping into the training field, the young woman would lift the trident into her hands with an ease almost contrary to the weapon's apparent size and material. "Let us start with the first form then.", the elder butler instructed, stepping forwards with a riot shield readied between himself and the girl. With a nod, Tunic would make a series of quick strikes against the shield, keeping to her toes to further pivot her range of movement. Reeling back after a moment Tunic would shake her head, "No no, this is too simple." Then lifting a cloth to her eyes, she would blindfold herself, allowing her focus to be on what she felt.
"Second form then.", this time only the vaguest hint of the butler's location resonated as his voice carried to the girl. Extending her focus, she felt his presence just within the limits of her battlesphere and she moved in, sweeping Himnabrjótur across the ground and pivoting to follow the momentum of the trident to chain her strike into a rising slash. "Is the shield holding up?", Tunic would ask before soft breaths as her balance recovered.
Taking a readied, firm stance Johnathan would issue once more, "Before moving into a live practice, give me one more solid strike to get back into things." He was more than aware of how capable about how the girl was, so he knew these basic drills were not a great metric to get her back into a steady momentum. Giving only a nod, Tunic turned to face the butler and tool a solid, heaving swing. Before she could clear the distance between herself and Johnathan however, she would find herself halted by shouting from the butler. Lifting her blindfold she would hurriedly ask, "What's wron..." Her voice faltering as she saw what was wrong. There was now an open view to the courtyard just outside the building and debris scattered across both the ground and road not far beyond. "That's not... did I do that?", she was beginning to panic a little, looking to Himnabrjótur with a combination of fear and confusion.
"I am rather surprised your intent for the day was to stop by here lady Baskerville, it has been quite a while since your most recent training exercise, let alone proper weapon's training.", the voice of the aging Johnathan echoed lightly off the bricked walls of the Shield training facility. Though muted through the door to the changing room, every word reached the intended target within. "When you are ready Himnabrjótur is already on the field.", he would continue to speak. He knew well enough the young woman was quite forgetful and more often than not it fell on himself or Leon to ensure the simplest of tasks were set in order.
It was quite true actually, it had been far too long since she was last able to visit. The last time was not too long after the accident just over a year ago. "This was father's favorite place to come... almost all of my training was done exclusively on location.", a hint of melancholy echoed from Tunic's voice as she replied to the elderly man standing just outside. Taking a moment to adjust the weights at her joints, she would look over the gear and nod. "Anyways, I need the exercise.", a faux laugh followed this as she stepped through the door, the creak of an aging hinge rattling down the hallway.
"Let's move on then?", the girl's attention to Johanathan as she said this. Waiting a moment for the man to nod, she would take slow steps down the hallway, each wall lined with pictures of the former members of the organization and the occasional replica of their bloodline's weapons. However, there remained one or two plaques laid barren as their replicas were pulled from display and memory. Tunic had asked her father about these before to be met with comments such as 'It is better we let that history lie.' even as she continued her research into the families, she found little to no information on more than the main four.
Stepping into the training field, the young woman would lift the trident into her hands with an ease almost contrary to the weapon's apparent size and material. "Let us start with the first form then.", the elder butler instructed, stepping forwards with a riot shield readied between himself and the girl. With a nod, Tunic would make a series of quick strikes against the shield, keeping to her toes to further pivot her range of movement. Reeling back after a moment Tunic would shake her head, "No no, this is too simple." Then lifting a cloth to her eyes, she would blindfold herself, allowing her focus to be on what she felt.
"Second form then.", this time only the vaguest hint of the butler's location resonated as his voice carried to the girl. Extending her focus, she felt his presence just within the limits of her battlesphere and she moved in, sweeping Himnabrjótur across the ground and pivoting to follow the momentum of the trident to chain her strike into a rising slash. "Is the shield holding up?", Tunic would ask before soft breaths as her balance recovered.
Taking a readied, firm stance Johnathan would issue once more, "Before moving into a live practice, give me one more solid strike to get back into things." He was more than aware of how capable about how the girl was, so he knew these basic drills were not a great metric to get her back into a steady momentum. Giving only a nod, Tunic turned to face the butler and tool a solid, heaving swing. Before she could clear the distance between herself and Johnathan however, she would find herself halted by shouting from the butler. Lifting her blindfold she would hurriedly ask, "What's wron..." Her voice faltering as she saw what was wrong. There was now an open view to the courtyard just outside the building and debris scattered across both the ground and road not far beyond. "That's not... did I do that?", she was beginning to panic a little, looking to Himnabrjótur with a combination of fear and confusion.
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