Post by Shard Prime on Feb 29, 2008 20:38:29 GMT -5
It was a fine day. The sun was shining overhead, casting a short shadow of the young squirrel, Shard. He stood, waiting for his opponent whom he had challenged to a spar earlier that day, Horus Luc Lupercal. Shard took a deep breath of the fresh air around him, letting it out several seconds later. He was dressed as he usually was: Loose-fitting black pants with a broad red sash that was somewhat worn. It was overly long, and the tattered ends hung down from his waist to just below his knees. Fitted snugly in the sash was a simple wooden sword, a few inches shorter than Shard's arm. The polished blade was much thicker than the sword it was created to mimic; it was so for stability. Its shape was that of a machete. Wrapped around his torso was a thin cloak, but it was open, and had been cut off about a foot below his waist. He sat down on the grass, sighing. Maybe I should have been late as I usually am, rather than early... His shimmering green eyes scanned the edges of the training area, passing over walls, trees, and rocks, searching the area for his opponent.
After a few more minutes of waiting, Shard decided that he should get ready for his spar, as there was only fifteen minutes until his challenger was due to arrive. Standing, he did a few stretches. He drew the wooden blade from his sash and threw it into the ground, making a soft thudding noise as it was buried in the dirt. He planted both feet on the ground firmly, one in front of him and one behind him at an angle. A sturdy stance. He threw a few punches into the air, then struck out with his right leg in a wide and high arc, kicking an imaginary foe in the side of the head. As his footpaw cam back to the earth, his body rotated, and his left footpaw shot into the air at the same imaginary target. He threw a few more punches and kicks into the void. Hearing footsteps a short distance away from him, he picked up his weapon, twirled it once, and returned it to his sash. He was ready, and anxious, as this would be one of his first real spars.
After a few more minutes of waiting, Shard decided that he should get ready for his spar, as there was only fifteen minutes until his challenger was due to arrive. Standing, he did a few stretches. He drew the wooden blade from his sash and threw it into the ground, making a soft thudding noise as it was buried in the dirt. He planted both feet on the ground firmly, one in front of him and one behind him at an angle. A sturdy stance. He threw a few punches into the air, then struck out with his right leg in a wide and high arc, kicking an imaginary foe in the side of the head. As his footpaw cam back to the earth, his body rotated, and his left footpaw shot into the air at the same imaginary target. He threw a few more punches and kicks into the void. Hearing footsteps a short distance away from him, he picked up his weapon, twirled it once, and returned it to his sash. He was ready, and anxious, as this would be one of his first real spars.
