Training to Train
Nov 10, 2008 16:03:08 GMT -5
Post by Cinna the Penguin on Nov 10, 2008 16:03:08 GMT -5
Oliver let out a laugh as he twisted his opponent's sword and sent it flying out of the marked circle. His opponent grumbled something and walked through the large crowd.
"Come on everybody! Pay 5 gold and take on a former games winner! You somehow manage to win, you will get 100 gold!"
The crowd exchanged glances. 100 gold! A lot of money in District 9. Another man stepped forward, put five gold pieces into a now overflowing box, and grabbed an ax from the weapons rack Oliver had set up.
Ok, large man with ax. Oliver though to himself. Size him up first, find a weak point, and go for it.
One might think this was just a fun way of earning money for Oliver, but he was actually learning how to beat certain fighting styles, so he could eventually pass on the knowledge to the tributes he would mentor. He wanted to see one finally not die.
The man interrupted his thoughts as he charged, waving the ax over his head. Oliver stood firm, gripping his long, curved sword tightly. As the man swung down, he side stepped to the left. The man's momentum continued on and he stumbled trying to stop.
Oliver took his chance. He hit the man with the pommel of his sword, sending him staggering back. He swung right at the ax, the metal of the sword cutting clean through the wood handle of the sword. The man was left holding a short stick. Tossing it to the side, he left through the crowd.
"Is there no one to challenge me?" he announced to the crowd.
"Come on everybody! Pay 5 gold and take on a former games winner! You somehow manage to win, you will get 100 gold!"
The crowd exchanged glances. 100 gold! A lot of money in District 9. Another man stepped forward, put five gold pieces into a now overflowing box, and grabbed an ax from the weapons rack Oliver had set up.
Ok, large man with ax. Oliver though to himself. Size him up first, find a weak point, and go for it.
One might think this was just a fun way of earning money for Oliver, but he was actually learning how to beat certain fighting styles, so he could eventually pass on the knowledge to the tributes he would mentor. He wanted to see one finally not die.
The man interrupted his thoughts as he charged, waving the ax over his head. Oliver stood firm, gripping his long, curved sword tightly. As the man swung down, he side stepped to the left. The man's momentum continued on and he stumbled trying to stop.
Oliver took his chance. He hit the man with the pommel of his sword, sending him staggering back. He swung right at the ax, the metal of the sword cutting clean through the wood handle of the sword. The man was left holding a short stick. Tossing it to the side, he left through the crowd.
"Is there no one to challenge me?" he announced to the crowd.
