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WHO Edgar, McDohl
WHAT Training
WHERE The Phys-Ed Facility
WHEN Today around 4pm
RATING PG
Edgar whirled his heavy Mythril blade in his right hand, grinning to himself as he thought of the admonition he'd have recieved in the Castle for doing that. He could practically hear the Swordmaster's voice as he mouthed the too familar words; "Flash moves are for the Ladies, Highness, not a fight." He whipped the blade in what would have been a deadly overhand chop, had his opponent been living and not imaginary. Retreating behind his shield from a flurry of imagined blows, Edgar parried and made a deadly riposte against his envisioned opponent. Finishing the drill with a series of short cuts, Edgar pulled the restrictive leather helmet from his sweat-drenched head and gasped for breath. No matter how wonderful the climate-control was at the university, fighting in armour was sweaty work and he needed a drink badly.
WHAT Training
WHERE The Phys-Ed Facility
WHEN Today around 4pm
RATING PG
Edgar whirled his heavy Mythril blade in his right hand, grinning to himself as he thought of the admonition he'd have recieved in the Castle for doing that. He could practically hear the Swordmaster's voice as he mouthed the too familar words; "Flash moves are for the Ladies, Highness, not a fight." He whipped the blade in what would have been a deadly overhand chop, had his opponent been living and not imaginary. Retreating behind his shield from a flurry of imagined blows, Edgar parried and made a deadly riposte against his envisioned opponent. Finishing the drill with a series of short cuts, Edgar pulled the restrictive leather helmet from his sweat-drenched head and gasped for breath. No matter how wonderful the climate-control was at the university, fighting in armour was sweaty work and he needed a drink badly.