[Thread] So a ranger and a cleric walk into a bar...
Characters: OU John Preston, OU Sylvanas Windrunner
Where: the park
When: backdated liek whoa... after this conversation
Summary: Sylvanas and Preston meet to discuss and firsthandedly assess each other's martial skills.
Warnings: Meh? Friendly sparring count?
Preston was in a wide open section of the park, the lake a beautiful sight off to his right as he practiced a few simple katas. He was dressed in a black Kendo uniform unique to his own world. The forms he preformed now were simple, yet elegant, and slow and precise in their specified movements. He was unarmed at the moment, focusing on katas based either on unarmed combat or simulated Gun Kata that didn't have to have the weapon in hand to practice.
He finished one kata and stood in a straight pose, his head bowed to his chest. He was almost meditating it seemed. After a moment his head lifted and he glanced to the side. He was waiting for Sylvanas to show. They had agreed to this meeting.
Off to the side, carefully laid upon the grass, were two practice bokkens waiting for use.
Where: the park
When: backdated liek whoa... after this conversation
Summary: Sylvanas and Preston meet to discuss and firsthandedly assess each other's martial skills.
Warnings: Meh? Friendly sparring count?
Preston was in a wide open section of the park, the lake a beautiful sight off to his right as he practiced a few simple katas. He was dressed in a black Kendo uniform unique to his own world. The forms he preformed now were simple, yet elegant, and slow and precise in their specified movements. He was unarmed at the moment, focusing on katas based either on unarmed combat or simulated Gun Kata that didn't have to have the weapon in hand to practice.
He finished one kata and stood in a straight pose, his head bowed to his chest. He was almost meditating it seemed. After a moment his head lifted and he glanced to the side. He was waiting for Sylvanas to show. They had agreed to this meeting.
Off to the side, carefully laid upon the grass, were two practice bokkens waiting for use.