It had been a while since Oliver got the chance to truly stretch his legs and work out. One of the things he missed was the unpredictability of snow. It was a nice challenge to work with and yes, at any point he could go to Halo- but also ew. Winter was inevitable and he was going to train when it forced its way into his life. He wasn’t about to seek it out and live miserably in that frozen wastescape. But ah, enough of that.
The construction was very minimal. A wooden pole with two burlap sacks filled with straw and strapped to it, back to back. It formed almost a torso, of sorts. He might’ve made more additions to it if he had the energy, but this would work.
With a staff in hand. Oliver worked on his swings, trying to practice hitting at it in different ways, mostly with a running start. It must’ve been pretty humorous to see, to say the least. A man bundled up with hair similar to the snow, running around and swinging at a sack.
Henry
The construction was very minimal. A wooden pole with two burlap sacks filled with straw and strapped to it, back to back. It formed almost a torso, of sorts. He might’ve made more additions to it if he had the energy, but this would work.
With a staff in hand. Oliver worked on his swings, trying to practice hitting at it in different ways, mostly with a running start. It must’ve been pretty humorous to see, to say the least. A man bundled up with hair similar to the snow, running around and swinging at a sack.
and my hopes they are high I must keep them small
Oliver
