Jigano grinned at the praise, hard-earned as it had been. They had all shot well, even Oliver and Weaver, and displayed a talent that would stand them all in good stead in the future, he suspected. Even if it was just for hunting rather than warfare, such skills were useful to have and hone in times of peace.
Though how 'peaceful' Caido truly was could be argued. The wars of humans were not the only conflicts they had to contend with in a land of mud monsters, LongNight demons, and Landsharks.
But the lesson moved on, and Jigano carefully eased the string of his crossbow and set it aside with his quiver of bolts as Deimos prepared the pells for the coming onslaught. A nod and a wry quirk of his lips acknowledged the General's glance, but he had his rapier today rather than the short sword they had trained with before, and he hoped to give a better accounting of himself with a weapon he could wield with far more finesse.
Of course, the Sword would never make it that easy on them, and Jigano's grin turned rueful as they were instructed to 'do their worst.' He shared a commiserating smile with Weaver, his fellow blade wielder, and stepped up to a practice target bearing an unfamiliar visage. The trickiest move for a rapier user was always a riposte, but the training dummy gave him nothing to parry so instead he turned his attention to the crossbody low guard from the quinte position at his left hip, parrying an invisible blade as he twisted and rose smoothly in a thrusting stab to the target's throat, his double-edged blade glittering in the sun.
Though how 'peaceful' Caido truly was could be argued. The wars of humans were not the only conflicts they had to contend with in a land of mud monsters, LongNight demons, and Landsharks.
But the lesson moved on, and Jigano carefully eased the string of his crossbow and set it aside with his quiver of bolts as Deimos prepared the pells for the coming onslaught. A nod and a wry quirk of his lips acknowledged the General's glance, but he had his rapier today rather than the short sword they had trained with before, and he hoped to give a better accounting of himself with a weapon he could wield with far more finesse.
Of course, the Sword would never make it that easy on them, and Jigano's grin turned rueful as they were instructed to 'do their worst.' He shared a commiserating smile with Weaver, his fellow blade wielder, and stepped up to a practice target bearing an unfamiliar visage. The trickiest move for a rapier user was always a riposte, but the training dummy gave him nothing to parry so instead he turned his attention to the crossbody low guard from the quinte position at his left hip, parrying an invisible blade as he twisted and rose smoothly in a thrusting stab to the target's throat, his double-edged blade glittering in the sun.
