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Re: Fight Two: Loïc Arkaitz - Sword & Shield vs Ser James Carragh (NPC Knight) - 2 handed
Granted, it was mildly unusual to see a Templar of his age outside of the tower – he was not quite, however, prepared for the near look of derision on the other man's face when they met in the middle of the arena. His leaving had been rushed due to circumstance, but there were others who had left early for other reasons as well, and even notwithstanding that, the bearing and title of Templar alone was normally enough to merit rather more understanding and respect than he was generally comfortable with. Loïc was glad to not have been the first fight, although he might have preferred to have been more towards the middle of things. At least he wasn't the last one either – nerves would have driven him to pieces by the end of the day had that been the case. This way you could get things relatively taken care of.
Loïc squinted his eyes a little, looking slightly up at his opponent – the sun happened to be behind the knight at the moment, but he would make sure that wasn't the case when they actually got started. He'd read his name on the roster earlier, although finding now that earlier anxiety didn't quiet match up to what he was looking at. (Perhaps that was his hackles rising slightly at the derision. The man was bigger than he was, marginally, and at least ten years older.) He'd chosen – as per usual – to forgo his helm, as the fights were supposed to be friendly, and the pair looked one another up and down for another few moments before wordlessly agreeing to get started, backing away and settling themselves. For Ser Carragh, this meant getting his grip steady and situated properly. For Loïc, adjusting the way his shield sat on his arm and then grabbing his sword and looking back over at the knight. Both were ready, both were waiting to see who would move.
Loïc's stance was defensive – his entire fighting style bent towards the protection, the defensive, attack if attacked. Ser Carragh's.. Quickly broke against it. He charged across, longsword over his head and swinging down in a powerful stroke that Loïc just barely managed to catch on his shield – the strike glanced off. He took the opportunity to swing at what was now Carragh's unprotected side, but the man was fast – he'd already got his longsword back and over here to defend himself. Loïc jumped back a little bit, they'd gotten close when the first blow had glanced over his shield – for a moment the majority of Carragh's weight had been on his shield as well. Another few seconds of sizing the other up , circling a little bit here and there, and then they would continue.
Granted, it was mildly unusual to see a Templar of his age outside of the tower – he was not quite, however, prepared for the near look of derision on the other man's face when they met in the middle of the arena. His leaving had been rushed due to circumstance, but there were others who had left early for other reasons as well, and even notwithstanding that, the bearing and title of Templar alone was normally enough to merit rather more understanding and respect than he was generally comfortable with. Loïc was glad to not have been the first fight, although he might have preferred to have been more towards the middle of things. At least he wasn't the last one either – nerves would have driven him to pieces by the end of the day had that been the case. This way you could get things relatively taken care of.
Loïc squinted his eyes a little, looking slightly up at his opponent – the sun happened to be behind the knight at the moment, but he would make sure that wasn't the case when they actually got started. He'd read his name on the roster earlier, although finding now that earlier anxiety didn't quiet match up to what he was looking at. (Perhaps that was his hackles rising slightly at the derision. The man was bigger than he was, marginally, and at least ten years older.) He'd chosen – as per usual – to forgo his helm, as the fights were supposed to be friendly, and the pair looked one another up and down for another few moments before wordlessly agreeing to get started, backing away and settling themselves. For Ser Carragh, this meant getting his grip steady and situated properly. For Loïc, adjusting the way his shield sat on his arm and then grabbing his sword and looking back over at the knight. Both were ready, both were waiting to see who would move.
Loïc's stance was defensive – his entire fighting style bent towards the protection, the defensive, attack if attacked. Ser Carragh's.. Quickly broke against it. He charged across, longsword over his head and swinging down in a powerful stroke that Loïc just barely managed to catch on his shield – the strike glanced off. He took the opportunity to swing at what was now Carragh's unprotected side, but the man was fast – he'd already got his longsword back and over here to defend himself. Loïc jumped back a little bit, they'd gotten close when the first blow had glanced over his shield – for a moment the majority of Carragh's weight had been on his shield as well. Another few seconds of sizing the other up , circling a little bit here and there, and then they would continue.