10-04-2017, 07:59 PM
When the blade connected, Ratione felt a tinge of surprise by the energy behind it. He felt himself having to take a step to the side in order to keep his balance, and whipped his right leg around to face the student.
Ratione grinned underneath the face-mask. "Good job, pupil." He straightened up, taking in a deep breathe before relaxing into a low stance, holding his greatsword out the side. "Class is in session, students. Pay attention."
Lunging forward the Novan feinted a descending cut from the right. The female student brought her own practice sword up to parry, but Ratione relaxed his grip and allowed his the tip of his blade to be pushed up and slide over. His left hand re-positioned to half way down the actual blade past the lugs, where he leveraged the pommel into an uppercut straight at the girl's helmet. She was able to throw her upper half only partially out of the way, the bottom end of the sword still slightly connecting. Her head snapped back, her legs stumbling backwards as well.
The female student righted herself, free hand shooting a finger at her teacher. "No fair! You can't do that with a sword! You'll cut your hand!"
"What?" Ratione looked at his blade, realizing the practice sheathe was still on. "Oh, right." The furtumin undid the ties holding it down, and slid off the thick wool sheathe to reveal the sharp blade underneath. The old man tossed the whole thing into the air with one hand, catching the weapon on the blade itself, holding the entire thing upside down.
Ratione held the sword out to his student, grip forward. "Take this out of my hand."
Underneath the face-mask, the girl rolled her eyes before stepping towards her teacher. She gripped the handle with both hands, and began slowly tugging. Her tension increased with each passing second, and Ratione kept digging the balls of his feet into the floor. His forerams and calves bulged, his knees bent, and he kept his left arm behind his back.
The girl began to dig her heels into the wooden panels, slowly chunking out foot-shaped gashes as she attempted to lunge back. Ratione's arm would be stretched forward, and his muscles would instantly grow denser before relaxing and pulling back. This back-and-forth continued for a solid minute, before eventually the female student growled, yelled, let go of the blade and lunged at Ratione.
The Furtumin's eyes widened, and he took a step back while trying to pull the handle back to his hand. Ebony swung, smacking the wooden practice sword into his arm, then pulling back and whipping the weapon again into his helmet. This time Ratione was forced to step back in order to regain balance, sword hilt now nestled in his left hand.
"Alright, kid-" He spat, "-I'll give you the real thing."
Ratione grinned underneath the face-mask. "Good job, pupil." He straightened up, taking in a deep breathe before relaxing into a low stance, holding his greatsword out the side. "Class is in session, students. Pay attention."
Lunging forward the Novan feinted a descending cut from the right. The female student brought her own practice sword up to parry, but Ratione relaxed his grip and allowed his the tip of his blade to be pushed up and slide over. His left hand re-positioned to half way down the actual blade past the lugs, where he leveraged the pommel into an uppercut straight at the girl's helmet. She was able to throw her upper half only partially out of the way, the bottom end of the sword still slightly connecting. Her head snapped back, her legs stumbling backwards as well.
The female student righted herself, free hand shooting a finger at her teacher. "No fair! You can't do that with a sword! You'll cut your hand!"
"What?" Ratione looked at his blade, realizing the practice sheathe was still on. "Oh, right." The furtumin undid the ties holding it down, and slid off the thick wool sheathe to reveal the sharp blade underneath. The old man tossed the whole thing into the air with one hand, catching the weapon on the blade itself, holding the entire thing upside down.
Ratione held the sword out to his student, grip forward. "Take this out of my hand."
Underneath the face-mask, the girl rolled her eyes before stepping towards her teacher. She gripped the handle with both hands, and began slowly tugging. Her tension increased with each passing second, and Ratione kept digging the balls of his feet into the floor. His forerams and calves bulged, his knees bent, and he kept his left arm behind his back.
The girl began to dig her heels into the wooden panels, slowly chunking out foot-shaped gashes as she attempted to lunge back. Ratione's arm would be stretched forward, and his muscles would instantly grow denser before relaxing and pulling back. This back-and-forth continued for a solid minute, before eventually the female student growled, yelled, let go of the blade and lunged at Ratione.
The Furtumin's eyes widened, and he took a step back while trying to pull the handle back to his hand. Ebony swung, smacking the wooden practice sword into his arm, then pulling back and whipping the weapon again into his helmet. This time Ratione was forced to step back in order to regain balance, sword hilt now nestled in his left hand.
"Alright, kid-" He spat, "-I'll give you the real thing."
"Our fear is our weapon."