that bright land to which i go [Opal/Callum]

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pogue
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Is she trying to interrupt our henna session?

that bright land to which i go [Opal/Callum] Jun 10, 2020 23:17:02 GMT -5

Post by pogue on Jun 10, 2020 23:17:02 GMT -5

C A L L U M

♛

After one week within the training center he has discovered that he is hopeless as a fighter. This is not a surprise to him but an affirmation that he was flesh to the wolves, a dead man walking, another ghost to join the walls. He grinds his teeth together as calloused fingers wrap awkwardly around the sword hilt clasped in his hands. He's off-balance and off-weight, feet in the wrong position and sword balanced awkwardly within his hands.

The trainer has told him countless times, pressed his hands to his shoulders and kicked his feet to a different position, but no matter how many times he is told his bones and heart still find themselves in the wrong places. He is no knight, not like the ones he spun stories around back in Twelve.

The dummy in front of him is mocking him, laughing on its hinges as he hacks away at it, feeling his sword bounce and slide off of the dummy as he swings with whatever strength he can muster up. Fuck, he thinks, stepping back for a moment and observing the damage or lack thereof he had inflicted on the training dummy. He counts the words he's left on his fingertips, several shallow cuts littering the dummy's stomach, yet nothing of significance.

He moves to strikes again but hits it awkwardly, sword bouncing back and straining his wrist enough to uncurl his fingers from the hilt, the metal screaming as it clatters to the ground.

"Fuck this shit." He mumbles, grabbing the sword from the ground and moving back towards the weapons table. He places it down before scanning the other weapons, the cool metal icy against his fingertips as he does so. Some knight he was.

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that bright land to which i go [Opal/Callum] Jun 10, 2020 23:48:59 GMT -5

Post by cass on Jun 10, 2020 23:48:59 GMT -5

She'd been at the edge of the training grounds, watching as Jade and Emmett trained. They were doing fine, like any other career, capable of wielding a weapon and dealing plenty enough damage with each hit. They needed no guidance.

Her gaze had gone wandering, looking around at all the other kids as they picked up weapons they had never touched before. There were so many, too many too look at and try out and so little time for them to even begin to learn how to use them. The careers spent their entire childhood learning how to wild these weapons, most of the kids didn't even have the muscle strength to hold a sword.

It hadn't taken long for her to spot a young boy swinging around a sword. The blade looked thicker than both his arms, and she was honestly amazed he had even lifted it up high enough to smack at the dummy. Pushing away from the wall she walked over to him, picking up a smaller, lighter sword on the way. The length wasn't as long, you'd need to get in closer, but at least he would be able to move it with more ease.

"It's Callum, right?" She asked, moving to stand beside him. Opal brought the sword up, showing him the blade in her hand. It was shorter than the one he was holding, lighter and it tapered to a sharp point. The blade didn't have the same sharp edges of the more popular swords like the Doa, but it was a better sword for smaller framed individuals who had no experience with weapons.

"Try this," she said, offering him the hilt. "It's a short sword, lighter than a rapier, and designed more for thrusting and stabbing, which might be easier for you."