Just Here For The Funeral {Ilya + Alfan}
Jul 21, 2015 14:40:29 GMT -5
Post by Loki on Jul 21, 2015 14:40:29 GMT -5
Ilya Decatur was working out with a blunted sword and small shield against one of the trainers, and much to his delight, he was winning by two touches. He wasn't charging in with brutal force, that wasn't his forte and he'd always lose if he tried it, but rather fighting with finesse and total alertness, faster than his older opponent. A few of the other trainees had gathered around to watch the mock battle, but Ilya never took his eyes from the woman he was fighting.
He leaped back to avoid a thrust, and answered with a quick thrust of his own blade, meaning to tangle their swords, which he did, but wasn't quite able to rip his opponents blade from her hand, having to satisfy himself with leaping free to dodge another slash, answering with a riposte that tapped the trainer's arm. Stepping back, grinning, Ilya did a little bow in his teacher's direction, while she said, "You keep improving all the time, Decatur." She gave her pupil a nod, and both of them returned their weapons to the practice rack while the trainees who had been watching murmured among themselves, though one boy did slap Ilya's shoulder and grinned in congratulations.
Stepping away from the sword practice area, Ilya, a delighted smile on his handsome face, wandered over to the strength training machines, debating whether even to bother. He was definitely one of the fastest Careers, but also not nearly the strongest, and Ilya gave a small sigh, deciding to skip the weights for today. He strolled over to where he had a towel and bottle of water sitting on the sidelines, took a drink, wiped his sweaty face, and glanced around the indoor arena.
He spotted one boy he didn't know but who seemed about his own age, and looked him over - he knew they'd be getting a few new trainees, and assumed this young man was one of them. He was usually a bit more reticent, but, there was something about the boy that made him want to know him better, and Ilya strolled over to the new transfer, green eyes bright with curiosity, and he said, "You're new here, right?" which was obviously a redundant question, and he added, "Welcome to the zoo, I'm Ilya."
He leaped back to avoid a thrust, and answered with a quick thrust of his own blade, meaning to tangle their swords, which he did, but wasn't quite able to rip his opponents blade from her hand, having to satisfy himself with leaping free to dodge another slash, answering with a riposte that tapped the trainer's arm. Stepping back, grinning, Ilya did a little bow in his teacher's direction, while she said, "You keep improving all the time, Decatur." She gave her pupil a nod, and both of them returned their weapons to the practice rack while the trainees who had been watching murmured among themselves, though one boy did slap Ilya's shoulder and grinned in congratulations.
Stepping away from the sword practice area, Ilya, a delighted smile on his handsome face, wandered over to the strength training machines, debating whether even to bother. He was definitely one of the fastest Careers, but also not nearly the strongest, and Ilya gave a small sigh, deciding to skip the weights for today. He strolled over to where he had a towel and bottle of water sitting on the sidelines, took a drink, wiped his sweaty face, and glanced around the indoor arena.
He spotted one boy he didn't know but who seemed about his own age, and looked him over - he knew they'd be getting a few new trainees, and assumed this young man was one of them. He was usually a bit more reticent, but, there was something about the boy that made him want to know him better, and Ilya strolled over to the new transfer, green eyes bright with curiosity, and he said, "You're new here, right?" which was obviously a redundant question, and he added, "Welcome to the zoo, I'm Ilya."
