Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-05-05 21:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, aspel cassul, eden dire, jareth monaco, xiaoli fa |
I knew you were trouble when you walked in...
Who: Aspel & Jareth The Goblin King (open to onlookers)
What: Training in guildhall.
Where: FG Guild Hall.
When: Late afternoon - Sunday.
Rating: PG?
Status: Complete
There had been no shortage of training partners this evening and some had even come with sticky fingers or made comment that they would be invading the kitchen shortly after this endeavor. It was nice to know there wouldn't be any cupcakes left, not that Aspel had really expected there to be any she'd need to carry home, but still. Shifting a heavy sigh was let out. Her armor had been dented, scratched, and even scuffed as the members of the guild certainly had not been taking it easy on her this day. Not that she really expected any of them to. They were all Fighter's Guild, and she was a Sentinel, there was little to no reason to take things easy on someone of her class after all. Then there was also the addition of stress that buzzed through the air, it was practically thick enough to be cut with a knife. With that though, a glance was given to her sword. That would need to be resharpened and the dents from blocks gone awry beaten out of the metal. She'd take out her frustrations later with such work easily taking the brunt of her emotional state. That was one of the best things about smithing, any time she was upset, angry or generally lacking in positive feelings, Aspel could simply start up the forge and beat on metal until either she was too tired to continue or had gotten everything out of her system. Her wrist rolled and the sword was switched between hands. How much different would he training and sparring be if she'd brought the sledge hammer instead? Would people shy away from the idea of having to take blows from such a brutal instrument instead of a sword with it's shine and sleek steel? Brows furrowed, a frown emerging behind the metal of her helmet, not that anyone could see it. It was a shame that it remained in The Armory's back room, hanging on that simple storage rack. No one would ever even know anything was different about it at all unless they had known her before, or took the rack into a close inspection. Shoulders rolled, her armor shifting and the metal clinking lightly and footsteps could be heard. Clearly, the next challenge was soon to appear. |