Training For the hammer and the ring.
Are Jormsson
Cobbler / Leatherworker

Age: 23 | Height: 6'4" (193cm) | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 3 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 6
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Are
Early mornings where the best time for a cobbler to engage a fierce wooden enemy, one that had seen more defeats than even the worst warrior. Still he stood there, battered, broken, but never beaten, forever stoic in the face of spear, shield, and axe. The first light of dawn broke through the light cover of clouds in the east as Are prepared for yet another one-sided sparring session. Tugging at the straps on his ever growing collection of armor pieces.

'Train like you fight', the advice had seemed sensible enough, and who was Are to question it. He thought as he took a few tentative swings with his ill-balanced hatchet, making sure he wouldn't suddenly shed leather with a mighty swing.

'Fight to your strengths', another good nugget of wisdom, one heeded almost religiously as the warrior lounged and let a quick flick bounce off the "head" of the pell. A nice, solid blow properly shielded and delivered just like a hundred times before, but not good enough. Training not to get it right, but to train 'til he couldn't get it wrong.

Allowing his opponent a short respite, Are got out of his helmet and peered at the settlement a stone's throw away. Where the day's first light meant movement from a slowly waking populace, but his eyes weren't searching for any old craftsman. No, he was anxiously awaiting one Eli, maybe a while to simmer down would make for looser soil where friendship could take root. Or at least some kind of understanding and an opportunity to turn a new leaf.
Force and magic use OK.
Eli Monnrow
Mercenary

Age: 33 | Height: 5'11" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander
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Eli
Eli wandered down the path toward where he was meeting Are, he'd just come from his audience with the Queen, the audience that had finally made him see the truth of things. Though it hadn't really changed his dour attitude and scowling face but nonetheless he felt unburdened in many ways. Now spotting Are he gave a sharp whistle to let him know he was here, he wasn't -exactly- sure why he was meeting him here, something about training? Admittedly he was more used to ranged combat than anything up close and he'd managed to procure a crossbow from an atilliator he'd found. But now, he needed to practice his skills with more a more melee focused mindset, this wasn't exactly the place where warfare was waged over great distances and you barely saw what you were fighting.

Pacing over to the man in a few firm steps he halted just short of him, giving a nod. He was admittedly late, and he wasn't sure if Are was going to comment on it or not, but he didn't much care either way.

"Where do you want to start then?" He said matter-of-factly, clearly wanting to get his underway, he tilting his head a little, rolling back his shoulders.
"Si vis pacem, para bellum." - If you want peace, prepare for war.

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Are Jormsson
Cobbler / Leatherworker

Age: 23 | Height: 6'4" (193cm) | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 3 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 6
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Are
Are eyed Eli a short while before letting slip what could've been interpreted as a scoff, had not it been followed by a little smile and a reassuring nod. Even though going easy had barely been a necessity with his previous partners he assumed it was another good skill to master, or at least try. Neither Are nor Eli was there to pound bones into dust, and seeing as only one of them was clad head to toe in padded leathers and the other wasn't, the aspiring warrior changed his plans somewhat.

"Start where it ends, where's your weapon?" he asked as he produced his own. As ill-suited as it was, it was at least blunt and enough to get some practice in.
Force and magic use OK.
Eli Monnrow
Mercenary

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Eli
Eli produced what looked to be a wooden truncheon like weapon from the back of his belt where it had been tied to it. He showed it to him, weighing it in his large hands. It was a solid pierce of carved wood, the grip at the bottom surrounded by a bit of tanned leather, the rounded top weighted to transfer more power into a swing, so it had the potential to kill someone with enough effort, and was easily enough to do them quite a bit of harm, fortunately, Are had come clad in leather padding, unlike Eli who had never, not since his inception as a Cadet in his previous world's Marine Corps, worn much protection on his body for training, the only thing he had was on each of his forearms, leather was wound around it, as if serving as a form of protection in itself.

"Here. Any rules? First blood and sparring or are we going through the motions of fight by the numbers. he asked, clearly a man who liked to get down to business, he cranked off a bit of lingo that he wasn't even sure Are understood when he used the term 'fight by the numbers' but he rolled his shoulders back, clearly he was as prepared as he was going to be.
"Si vis pacem, para bellum." - If you want peace, prepare for war.

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Are Jormsson
Cobbler / Leatherworker

Age: 23 | Height: 6'4" (193cm) | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 3 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 6
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Are
No frills or pleasantries, curt bordering on rude, such was the nature of a possible friend. A far cry from the kind of folks he'd found himself joining forces with, but on the other hand a breath of fresh air in the midst of all the tip-toeing. A necessity what with both naturals and sycophants abound, all just looking for a reason to strike down on one not yet made his intentions and motives clear. The closest thing to adapting Are had come since his dip into the world of the man-at-arms.

Well, if it was business the man sought, it was Are's duty to deliver it. "To hell with finesse, I'll leave that to those who know what they're doing." Are shouted and laughed at the notion of him teaching someone anything beyond how to beat a hot-headed beginner and not get torn to shreds in the process.

"Come on then, let's get a few good hits in!" he said and took up stance behind his sizable shield, axe back out of sight but poised to snap out at any careless opening presented.
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Eli Monnrow
Mercenary

Age: 33 | Height: 5'11" | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander
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Eli
Eli gave a sharp nod. It was to start then with little ceremony or thunderous applause. Good. He raised the baton like club over his right shoulder, letting part of the shaft rest upon himself as his left arm moved out in front of him. He slowly advanced on Are, eyes narrowing as he tried to predict the man's movements. The shield didn't help in that sense... he wasn't used to fighting people with actual shields, they were also an ancient tool that had long since passed for him, yet he moved forward.

He just needed to get in close, around the shield, find an opening to exploit. For all the strength Are looked like he possessed, Eli was sure he wasn't or had not been a soldier of any kind, he looked uncertain, slightly rigid in stance as if he'd not spent long doing this.

Eli took the first move, feigning an attack to probe Are as his right arm extending outwards, the baton moving with it, from a side angle before suddenly changing course and moving back to its original position before making contact; here was hoping Are's shield would raise, obscuring a bit of his view, allowing Eli to see a bit more of how Are was going to play this out.
"Si vis pacem, para bellum." - If you want peace, prepare for war.

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Are Jormsson
Cobbler / Leatherworker

Age: 23 | Height: 6'4" (193cm) | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander
Level: 3 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 6
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Are
Openings, openings all around, but which where true and which where naught but bait for over-zealous fighters, keen on ending a bout without barely starting it. There had been a point not long before that he had jumped at any and all opportunities to lovingly tap the blunted edge of his axe on an ankle left a foot too far forward, but as he'd gotten his first taste of what it meant to be wrong in that very key regard he played a safer game. A game that had him pushing his, maybe unfair, advantage of the stout shield in his left hand.

An advantage that tracked the truncheon and moved forward to impede it's imagined path before it went down it, meeting no resistance sent a little rush of excitement and the immediate reaction of following through with his movement. Turning defense into attack at a moments notice, although not as expected.

The axe came up above Are's head, but instead of bearing down with any force it disappeared in behind the shield that had been set in motion by the man hidden behind it slamming forward to deliver a mighty shove that he was sure would mean an opponent scrambling for balance, if not even one tumbling to the ground.
Force and magic use OK.


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