Salt lunges forward, catching the dummy under its armguard, her feet turned out and sliding. She steps to the side and cut along the dummy’s neck, scratching the tough linen and causing a few tufts of hay to push out of the vulnerable spot. No doubt, there are tailors on duty who would make rough patches and fix up the dummy’s by the next day.
Salt already has beads of sweat forming on her brow when Ronin starts speaking over at her. As much as she wants to keep up a tough facade and speak through her swings, she does value a quick break, and turns to him with her longsword leaning over her shoulder.
“Mornin’ soldier,” she nods. “Usually the grounds are too cool for us common folks, but I heard a rumor that they’re actually letting some normies train here for a while, so it’s my first time—not that it’s my first time,” she adds, rotating her sword deftly.
“And while I appreciate the offer, I like being able to pick and choose my battles.” She shrugs her left shoulder and rotates her arm to loosen it. Ronin, in his experience, would probably be able to identify the tell-tale signs of a lingering injury.
“I’ll definitely take you up on your offer to swing at a moving target though,” she inclines her head and offers a slight smile. “A fair word of warning though, even though I’m behind right now, I’m finally starting to get good.”
With the invitation accepted, she leads Ronin a bit away from the dummy’s to give them some room to move. A soldier or two glances at them, but none are so intrigued yet to fully shift their attention. As Salt and Ronin move into place, Salt asks “are you ok with guarded steel? I’m anxious to jump right in, but I brought some wood swords in case you’d prefer those.”
Salt already has beads of sweat forming on her brow when Ronin starts speaking over at her. As much as she wants to keep up a tough facade and speak through her swings, she does value a quick break, and turns to him with her longsword leaning over her shoulder.
“Mornin’ soldier,” she nods. “Usually the grounds are too cool for us common folks, but I heard a rumor that they’re actually letting some normies train here for a while, so it’s my first time—not that it’s my first time,” she adds, rotating her sword deftly.
“And while I appreciate the offer, I like being able to pick and choose my battles.” She shrugs her left shoulder and rotates her arm to loosen it. Ronin, in his experience, would probably be able to identify the tell-tale signs of a lingering injury.
“I’ll definitely take you up on your offer to swing at a moving target though,” she inclines her head and offers a slight smile. “A fair word of warning though, even though I’m behind right now, I’m finally starting to get good.”
With the invitation accepted, she leads Ronin a bit away from the dummy’s to give them some room to move. A soldier or two glances at them, but none are so intrigued yet to fully shift their attention. As Salt and Ronin move into place, Salt asks “are you ok with guarded steel? I’m anxious to jump right in, but I brought some wood swords in case you’d prefer those.”
