Basic Cutlass - Charolette [Private]

[GM Mathieu]

TIMESTAMP: Noon, Carmelyana in the first cycle of Ioannes, Era X in the Age of the Darkening.

The sun was out - or perhaps it was the suns - never could figure that end of things out yet - but the day was bright, and the day was warm. Any kind of workout would be sweat-soaking. The bustle of the city could be heard off in the distance - cries of workers and merchants - team drivers, ship captains, they all made a low, distinct buzzing roar to anyone paying attention, and to anyone not used to the sound of the constant busy people of a city.

She arrived for her training with the cutlass – that was the short end of it, and now the AGM steals a couple of lines from another thread and puts them here.

Melee Hall One was a large, single-roomed building situated within the rough campus of the Combat faculity that had developed in the Synesi Plateia. The building was made from stone, as most of the city's richer buildings were, and had a pair of huge wooden door at the front, both of which stood open in order for the gentle breeze that sometimes wafting past the classroom to seek its way inside, and cool the bodies of the students hard as work on their close combat skills.

The hall of the training room was wooden, but had not been polished to a great shine, in order to give students more grip on their feet as they practiced. The bare stone walls were lacking any decoration. Around the room, various pieces of equipment had been left. Several weapons racks had been stood up against the walls, some holding proper steel weapons, but others holding practice replicas made of wood. Stuffed straw dummies in their frames had been lined up against one wall in particular, apart from the couple that were being used for demonstration purposes in lessons. Other than that, a few chairs were dotted here and there, handy for short breaks, or discussing the theoretical aspect of combat.

The cutlass teacher, Gylle was his name, was waiting in one of those chairs, lounging about as if he had nothing to do – she had been given the description of the teacher earlier at the desk. He held a couple of wooden swords against his leg – waiting for her to arrive. There was little else to do. When she approached him, he gave her an overly warm smile – the lips curling up in a roguish smile, one that won over the heart and other aspects – of the women all over. His hair could be cut and combed, but it furthered the image of a rogue the way he held himself – the twinkle in his eyes glinting with mischievousness, dancing from orb to orb.

“Serale,” came the low-pitched, but friendly word from the elf. He continued smiling as he rose from the chair, coming to his feet – the wooden bundles of swords resting against the chair’s edge now, as he glanced at her for a few moments – a practice sword at his left hip, ready for the draw.

[Charolette]

Charolette enetered the training hall, and looked about it. They could've shined the floor a bit . . and decorated it a bit . . But she shrugged. Men worked here for the most part, she had guessed. It made only since that there had been no women here to decorate it, so she let the apperance pass, and appraoched the elf.

She heard a low
Serale.

She returned it, with a low, serious, Serale. She wasn't here to play, now was she? She pulled her cutlass out of her fitted scabbard, and held it in her right hand, her stronger hand. She waited for him to get the lesson started.

[GM Mathieu]

The elf chuckled as he watched her pulling out the cutlass from the fitted scabbard, then he shook his head. "No, we will not be using steel weapons just yet." He reached to the side of the chair and grasped ahold of one of the wooden bundles of sticks, it appeared. "We will be using these for now, they are heavier and will build up your arm better than that cutlass will."

He waited until she had put away the cutlass, or set it aside, before he tossed her the heavy bundle of sticks that were tied together with leather straps - the handle was a simple hand and a half hilt, easy to teach the basic forms of any combat with swords.

Picking up the other wooden sword there in his right hand, he held it against his right side for a moment, and glanced at her, examining every aspect about her. "Place your feet at least shoulder width's distance, although shoulder-and-a-half provides the best balance for fighting. A fighter stays alive by not being the best offensive fighter, but being a good defensive fighter, too. When you leave today, go home, and practice what I teach you. Understood?"

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