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fandomhighdorms2010-06-24 08:04 am
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The Salle, Thursday Morning
James attacked.
His rapier parted the air as he worked his way through a modified training regimen, blending the traditional attack and parry forms learned from Arutha and his swordmaster with the kata of Baru Serpentslayer, and even a few tips from the brothers at Sarth.
Moving at a speed that made his muscles burn, James worked on his attacks. His 'bump of trouble' twinged whenever he was near a certain shop in towwn; if need be, he would be prepared.
He paused, sword point down, to wipe the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his new tee shirt. He would be ready.
[Open/establishy!]
His rapier parted the air as he worked his way through a modified training regimen, blending the traditional attack and parry forms learned from Arutha and his swordmaster with the kata of Baru Serpentslayer, and even a few tips from the brothers at Sarth.
Moving at a speed that made his muscles burn, James worked on his attacks. His 'bump of trouble' twinged whenever he was near a certain shop in towwn; if need be, he would be prepared.
He paused, sword point down, to wipe the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his new tee shirt. He would be ready.
[Open/establishy!]