divineknightofdaein

[divineknightofdaein]

Ever since he had been brought to this land, Gawain had looked for someone strong enough to spar with him. Watching the skirmish unfold, he had kept an eye on a certain blue-haired lance wielder. Once the fight was over, Gawain noticed the man press a hand to his side, seemingly wounded. With no one else around to help, Gawain made himself known.

"Ho there!" He calls to the man as he makes his approach. "You seem to be wounded. Might I be of assistance?"

Battle Wounds >Open

Ephraim had constantly sparred, day after day, feeling the fresh start of battles always made him more excited for what was to come. Gripping his lance firmly in his hands, feeling the callouses harden more in his grip. He gave a wicked smirk and struck the enemy down. Some enemies had infiltrated the territory in Askr, someplace where other heroes had joined up to help defend everything precious to them.

Ephraim steadied his lance and his footwork, taking in the apparent surroundings, seeing that most of the enemies had been struck down. He had been one of the strongest units that had been brought to this world but that never deterred him from his training. His training is what got him this far, Duessel was the main factor behind how he could use the lance. Something that he learned from such a young age.

Ephraim lowered the lance, just a little basic iron one, but it got the job done nonetheless. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, building up a sweat from the battle and letting out a sigh. After everything had passed and all the enemies were down, he noticed a painful stabbing sensation running through his body.

He glanced down and saw blood leaking down his side. It wasn’t a gash, but it was certainly something that was a hindrance. He hadn’t noticed it from the rush of battle but he placed his hand over the wound on his side. Looking around, he didn’t see anyone in view. He sat down and opened the vulnerary he kept in his pouch and drank some from the vial. 

“Surely someone will be here soon.” Ephraim spoke quietly as he remained composed about the wound.

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Gawain studied his opponent as he ran, prepared to adapt to her movements. A short hop to evade the kick, halting his momentum as a cloud of dust formed beside him.

"Parlor tricks wont help here," he says, releasing his blade with his left hand as he heads through the cloud.

Before he can be seen again, Gawain surges forward, hand out to find purchase to grab on to, sword readied.

Mastery of the sword is learned over years of practice. Daily practice. This is what led Gawain to the training grounds day after day, almost unerringly. Today brought more of the same, and so Gawain practiced. Stroke after stroke, swing after swing, step after step, drill after drill, incorporating multitudes of styles into his daily routine. Today, however, another denizen of the grounds caught his eye. There was a uniqueness in the way they used their weapon of choice. To Gawain, there was but one response to this anomaly on the training grounds. “You there” he calls to the individual. “I haven’t seen you here before. Nor have I seen your style of fighting. Care to test your ability?”

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Watching his opponennt, Gawain readies his sword behind him in both hands. Simply charging forward would fail, as the shifter could simply jump to avoid, but perhaps he could use that to his advantage. "Allowing one's adversary the first attack. Quite bold. I wonder if you will stand up to those words."

With that, he breaks into a headlong sprint directly at the other fighter.

Mastery of the sword is learned over years of practice. Daily practice. This is what led Gawain to the training grounds day after day, almost unerringly. Today brought more of the same, and so Gawain practiced. Stroke after stroke, swing after swing, step after step, drill after drill, incorporating multitudes of styles into his daily routine. Today, however, another denizen of the grounds caught his eye. There was a uniqueness in the way they used their weapon of choice. To Gawain, there was but one response to this anomaly on the training grounds. “You there” he calls to the individual. “I haven’t seen you here before. Nor have I seen your style of fighting. Care to test your ability?”

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It was rare that Gawain lost, and when he did it was almost always with a laguz learning his pattern and pinning him by the arms. It always took several rounds of combat to learn his attacks. This one took only 3 to find a way through his guard. “Impressive. It seems you know your way around a fight.”

He would have to change his style for the next round.

Gawain raises his sword once again after picking himself up off the ground, his outfit covered in the dust of the training field. “You may have taken that point, but that leaves us at two points to one. Shall we continue?”

Mastery of the sword is learned over years of practice. Daily practice. This is what led Gawain to the training grounds day after day, almost unerringly. Today brought more of the same, and so Gawain practiced. Stroke after stroke, swing after swing, step after step, drill after drill, incorporating multitudes of styles into his daily routine. Today, however, another denizen of the grounds caught his eye. There was a uniqueness in the way they used their weapon of choice. To Gawain, there was but one response to this anomaly on the training grounds. “You there” he calls to the individual. “I haven’t seen you here before. Nor have I seen your style of fighting. Care to test your ability?”

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As his opponent surges forward once more, Gawain takes a step back, bracing once again only for the rabbit to take to the air. He throws himself forward, tossing his sword into his other hand and bracing the flat along his arm in order to block the incoming blows. When the flurry abated he sent the sword towards his opponent with a flick of his wrist, the top few inches nearly invisible as the blunted edge flew towards the shifter.

Mastery of the sword is learned over years of practice. Daily practice. This is what led Gawain to the training grounds day after day, almost unerringly. Today brought more of the same, and so Gawain practiced. Stroke after stroke, swing after swing, step after step, drill after drill, incorporating multitudes of styles into his daily routine. Today, however, another denizen of the grounds caught his eye. There was a uniqueness in the way they used their weapon of choice. To Gawain, there was but one response to this anomaly on the training grounds. “You there” he calls to the individual. “I haven’t seen you here before. Nor have I seen your style of fighting. Care to test your ability?”

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The Binding Light |  Open

Gawain took in his surroundings as he cleaned his sword, the first chance he had had to do so since he was brought here. Around him lay the bodies of a group of bandits that thought it a good idea to assault an armed stranger. "Odd indeed" the knight muttered to himself, the landscape looking unfamiliar. He was brought here in a flash of light while investigating something for the king of Daein, and now he had no way of getting back. A twig broke behind him and Gawain spun to meet the new presence, brandishing his freshly cleaned sword. "You'll stop there unless you want to end up like your friends."

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Gawain stood as his opponent stepped back, stretching his sword arm and preparing for another assault. While not as powerful as some he had faught in the past, his opponenent fights in a way foreign to Tellius. She asked his name, possibly a ploy to throw him off-guard. Gawain kept his gaze on the rabbit as he responded. "I am Gawain, a Rider of Daein."

Mastery of the sword is learned over years of practice. Daily practice. This is what led Gawain to the training grounds day after day, almost unerringly. Today brought more of the same, and so Gawain practiced. Stroke after stroke, swing after swing, step after step, drill after drill, incorporating multitudes of styles into his daily routine. Today, however, another denizen of the grounds caught his eye. There was a uniqueness in the way they used their weapon of choice. To Gawain, there was but one response to this anomaly on the training grounds. “You there” he calls to the individual. “I haven’t seen you here before. Nor have I seen your style of fighting. Care to test your ability?”

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As she rolls out of the way of his attack, Gawain steps back and readies his sword once again, holding it in between the two combatants. Her transformation is unlike any he had seen before. Hidden in a veil of earth as opposed to shifting like the Laguz he had seen before. "Intriguing" is all he can get out before a large rabbit emerges and launches itself at him. He steadies his stance and braces for the incoming impact.

Her voice reverberates as he hits the ground calling a point from a hit, but he simply smiles at that before responding. "Quite bold of you to claim victory when your opponent has a weapon so close to your organs." He presses the tip of his blade through her fur until he begins to feel resistance from the skin and bone of her chest. "Now, who would you say loses in this scenario?"

Mastery of the sword is learned over years of practice. Daily practice. This is what led Gawain to the training grounds day after day, almost unerringly. Today brought more of the same, and so Gawain practiced. Stroke after stroke, swing after swing, step after step, drill after drill, incorporating multitudes of styles into his daily routine. Today, however, another denizen of the grounds caught his eye. There was a uniqueness in the way they used their weapon of choice. To Gawain, there was but one response to this anomaly on the training grounds. “You there” he calls to the individual. “I haven’t seen you here before. Nor have I seen your style of fighting. Care to test your ability?”

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A slight smirk begins to form as Gawain drops the tip of his sword to the side and steps forward, rolling his shoulders into a full-on swing as his opponent stalls mid-run. The blunted blade causing a breeze to form, billowing his cape as the swing stops just short of her neck.

"Focus," he says as he draws back, relaxing his form once again.

"I claim the first point." He discards his cape, tossing it onto a nearby dummy. "I expect the next will be mine as well, unless you show me your true might that is."

He raises his sword once again.

"En garde."

Mastery of the sword is learned over years of practice. Daily practice. This is what led Gawain to the training grounds day after day, almost unerringly. Today brought more of the same, and so Gawain practiced. Stroke after stroke, swing after swing, step after step, drill after drill, incorporating multitudes of styles into his daily routine. Today, however, another denizen of the grounds caught his eye. There was a uniqueness in the way they used their weapon of choice. To Gawain, there was but one response to this anomaly on the training grounds. “You there” he calls to the individual. “I haven’t seen you here before. Nor have I seen your style of fighting. Care to test your ability?”

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Gawain frown as his opponent not only retains her footing, but immediately returns to the offensive. He raises his sword as she comes in with a fist faster than even any cat Laguz he had seen, seeing her bluff and shifting his weight as she throws herself to the ground. The kick sends his foot into the air, but the other remains planted as he uses the momentum to pivot around and swing, narrowly missing her and cleaving a hole in the ground. "To my liking? No," he responds as he rights himself once more. "It's clear now that you're no Beorc," he takes his blade in both hands. "Why don't you shift, and let's see a test of your true ability."

Mastery of the sword is learned over years of practice. Daily practice. This is what led Gawain to the training grounds day after day, almost unerringly. Today brought more of the same, and so Gawain practiced. Stroke after stroke, swing after swing, step after step, drill after drill, incorporating multitudes of styles into his daily routine. Today, however, another denizen of the grounds caught his eye. There was a uniqueness in the way they used their weapon of choice. To Gawain, there was but one response to this anomaly on the training grounds. “You there” he calls to the individual. “I haven’t seen you here before. Nor have I seen your style of fighting. Care to test your ability?”

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Curiouser and curiouser. Gawain's eyes begin to form a slight squint as the woman discards her weapon and turns back to him. If she wished to face a general of Daein unarmed, he could do little to change it. Realization dawns as she begins to crouch, and Gawain takes up a more relaxed stance.

As she leaps at him Gawain steps to the side of the attack, placing the flat of his blade on her shoulder and pushes with just enough force to alter her trajectory. 

"Come now. You'll need more than that to land a good hit on me." He rolls his shoulders whilst taking up another stance.

"Now. Once again."

Mastery of the sword is learned over years of practice. Daily practice. This is what led Gawain to the training grounds day after day, almost unerringly. Today brought more of the same, and so Gawain practiced. Stroke after stroke, swing after swing, step after step, drill after drill, incorporating multitudes of styles into his daily routine. Today, however, another denizen of the grounds caught his eye. There was a uniqueness in the way they used their weapon of choice. To Gawain, there was but one response to this anomaly on the training grounds. “You there” he calls to the individual. “I haven’t seen you here before. Nor have I seen your style of fighting. Care to test your ability?”

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Something was definitely odd about this one. The way she swung her axe seemed... unattached.  Leaning on his sword, Gawain proposed a counter argument.  “Well, if we don’t play at war, how are we to know how to fight when the time comes?” Holding one hand behind his back, he raises his sword to a resting stance pointed towards his would be opponent.

“I’ll even let you have the first swing.”

Mastery of the sword is learned over years of practice. Daily practice. This is what led Gawain to the training grounds day after day, almost unerringly. Today brought more of the same, and so Gawain practiced. Stroke after stroke, swing after swing, step after step, drill after drill, incorporating multitudes of styles into his daily routine. Today, however, another denizen of the grounds caught his eye. There was a uniqueness in the way they used their weapon of choice. To Gawain, there was but one response to this anomaly on the training grounds. “You there” he calls to the individual. “I haven’t seen you here before. Nor have I seen your style of fighting. Care to test your ability?”

[divineknightofdaein]

Mastery of the sword is learned over years of practice. Daily practice. This is what led Gawain to the training grounds day after day, almost unerringly. Today brought more of the same, and so Gawain practiced. Stroke after stroke, swing after swing, step after step, drill after drill, incorporating multitudes of styles into his daily routine. Today, however, another denizen of the grounds caught his eye. There was a uniqueness in the way they used their weapon of choice. To Gawain, there was but one response to this anomaly on the training grounds. "You there" he calls to the individual. "I haven't seen you here before. Nor have I seen your style of fighting. Care to test your ability?"