Bane
Your shadows betray you
They serve me
They serve me
Bane shifted his glance down towards the weapon he had wielded, peering at his reflection in the sword. It was finely polished, and often kept clean. His emerald eyes reflected , yet distorted in the weapon.
Sliding his right foot backwards, he bent at the knee, bracing himself. His muscles tensed, as he had propelled with his right leg, pushing forward as he had swung his sword, slicing through the air with a /WHOOOSH/, and a /THUD/ as the blade hit the wood in front of him. Sliding it backwards to deepen the slice, he inspected it closely. The blade was duller than he'd like, but it would do... At least for training.
"What makes it difficult to wield? The weight, or just learning to use it?" Stopping where he was at, Bane did a near about face. Having been listening, his eyes shifted over towards Hadama.
"One thing I learned about swords is just like when you're making it, you've got to find the balance of where your grip is suppose to be. The further away from the hilt that you grab it, the less control over the sword. The closer to the hilt, the more precise movements you can make. That's why I choose to have one closer to the hilt, and one to the back. That way I can alternate the sort of strikes, and movements I do, depending on the scenario." Bane had said.
"Let me see you hit the target?" Bane asked him curiously, wondering what sort of stance Hadama was using.
A brief grin flashed along his face, a hint of remembrance in his eyes. "Mother would always tell me tales when I was a young boy about these protectors. The ones in the front of the battle field, using swords in the name of justice and honor. It's a silly notion, really - but... I hoped that using the sword would bring me a little closer to her. At least a memory of her."
Sliding his right foot backwards, he bent at the knee, bracing himself. His muscles tensed, as he had propelled with his right leg, pushing forward as he had swung his sword, slicing through the air with a /WHOOOSH/, and a /THUD/ as the blade hit the wood in front of him. Sliding it backwards to deepen the slice, he inspected it closely. The blade was duller than he'd like, but it would do... At least for training.
"What makes it difficult to wield? The weight, or just learning to use it?" Stopping where he was at, Bane did a near about face. Having been listening, his eyes shifted over towards Hadama.
"One thing I learned about swords is just like when you're making it, you've got to find the balance of where your grip is suppose to be. The further away from the hilt that you grab it, the less control over the sword. The closer to the hilt, the more precise movements you can make. That's why I choose to have one closer to the hilt, and one to the back. That way I can alternate the sort of strikes, and movements I do, depending on the scenario." Bane had said.
"Let me see you hit the target?" Bane asked him curiously, wondering what sort of stance Hadama was using.
A brief grin flashed along his face, a hint of remembrance in his eyes. "Mother would always tell me tales when I was a young boy about these protectors. The ones in the front of the battle field, using swords in the name of justice and honor. It's a silly notion, really - but... I hoped that using the sword would bring me a little closer to her. At least a memory of her."
Pain is a teacher that never forgets
Etched in the flesh
Etched in the flesh
