Post by Jean-Luc Deveraux on Jun 23, 2015 18:22:27 GMT -5
The time for words had come to an end. The pleasantries between the two warriors had been exchanged and the conditions set. Fortunately, it was merely a training session, so the rules did not need to be overly complicated. No limbs would be most and hopefully, no new scars would be gained. Though some woman admired such markings on a man, Jean-Luc had noted with distinct displeasure that it look him just a bit longer to recuperate from such injuries. With training sword and shield in hand, he prepared himself to confront her.
The woman struck like a viper, moving quick and sure. The woman did not have the upper body strength to employ the typical overpowering ploys, but she certainly tested Jean-Luc’s own agility to the utmost limit. The exchange of parries, thrusts and reposts became akin to a brown blur as their blades whizzed and sang through the air. The clacks of wood against wood as well as various grunts of exertion punctuated such singing and produced a dance that was both dizzying and oddly beautiful.
It was a true clash of experience versus youth, but certainly lacked it the former. It did not take Jean-Luc very long to realize that this woman certainly felt as though she had something to prove, and in a way, she did; this was the realm of men, after all. Did women truly belong in it? After this encounter, the Marshal was certainly going to ponder seriously on such notions. Perhaps Marie-Louise had been right all along, which was a quality she no doubt picked up from her late mother, bless her… and curse her.
The two warriors rarely gave the other an inch, but as the match wore on, hits were getting closer and closer. Kicks were delivered, jaws were given a taste of a sword hilted fist… Jean-Luc would certainly be feeling one particular blow to his face for days to come just as Therese would feel Jean-Luc’s kick to her thigh. However, Jean-Luc was getting tired. The constant shifting, defending and attacking were causing his body to quietly cry in protest.
His combatant no doubt sensed this in him and it only seemed to drive her on even harder than before. Indeed, it was only her confidence in the end that did her in. She had delivered a swift kick to Jean-Luc’s gut causing him to double over in a grunt. The woman moved on to deliver in an overhead blow to bring an end to the match, but at the last possible second, Jean-Luc let out a furious roar, bolted upright and slammed his shield upward to smash into Therese’s face.
( OOC Note: Ralana and I discussed the events of the fight. Personally, I am not a fan of writing out fight scenes, and I wanted to move the scene along. )
@thereseibarra, Nicholas Miller, @nasir, @pierredeveraux
The woman struck like a viper, moving quick and sure. The woman did not have the upper body strength to employ the typical overpowering ploys, but she certainly tested Jean-Luc’s own agility to the utmost limit. The exchange of parries, thrusts and reposts became akin to a brown blur as their blades whizzed and sang through the air. The clacks of wood against wood as well as various grunts of exertion punctuated such singing and produced a dance that was both dizzying and oddly beautiful.
It was a true clash of experience versus youth, but certainly lacked it the former. It did not take Jean-Luc very long to realize that this woman certainly felt as though she had something to prove, and in a way, she did; this was the realm of men, after all. Did women truly belong in it? After this encounter, the Marshal was certainly going to ponder seriously on such notions. Perhaps Marie-Louise had been right all along, which was a quality she no doubt picked up from her late mother, bless her… and curse her.
The two warriors rarely gave the other an inch, but as the match wore on, hits were getting closer and closer. Kicks were delivered, jaws were given a taste of a sword hilted fist… Jean-Luc would certainly be feeling one particular blow to his face for days to come just as Therese would feel Jean-Luc’s kick to her thigh. However, Jean-Luc was getting tired. The constant shifting, defending and attacking were causing his body to quietly cry in protest.
His combatant no doubt sensed this in him and it only seemed to drive her on even harder than before. Indeed, it was only her confidence in the end that did her in. She had delivered a swift kick to Jean-Luc’s gut causing him to double over in a grunt. The woman moved on to deliver in an overhead blow to bring an end to the match, but at the last possible second, Jean-Luc let out a furious roar, bolted upright and slammed his shield upward to smash into Therese’s face.
( OOC Note: Ralana and I discussed the events of the fight. Personally, I am not a fan of writing out fight scenes, and I wanted to move the scene along. )
@thereseibarra, Nicholas Miller, @nasir, @pierredeveraux