Jason Graves (modernswordsman) wrote in alchemy_rp, @ 2015-09-02 20:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: jason graves, rating: pg-13, type: thread |
Late Night Swordplay
Date: September 2, 2015
Time: 2:34 A.M.
Location: Azoth Manor; The Training Dome
Characters: Jason Graves & OPEN
Description: It's late and Jason is training with his swords and meditating.
Status/Rating: Ongoing / PG-13
Fighting with a sword in each hand was nothing like it was portrayed in the movies, as was the case with most Hollywood embellishments. A person, even a trained swordsman, could not simply pick up a discarded sword in the field and begin to dual wield two at once. It took an immense amount of concentration to handle two swords, and years upon years of practice honing the skill of a non-dominant hand until a person became ambidextrous enough to use each one with equal ability and precision. To be able to attack as well as to defend, all at once, in what equated to no less than a fluid dance of whirling steel. As an Arcane Protector, Jason had always believed and always taught those he had the opportunity to train, that learning to become ambidextrous was almost essential. For if in the midst of battle one of his arms became injured or otherwise incapacitated, he could use his other hand just as well. And since he only had his martial prowess to rely on in lieu of the sorcery wielded by the Arcanists, Jason had to do all that he could to stay in the fight as long as possible. No matter the odds or the fate that fell upon him. And that was why, at an hour most had already gone to sleep he was up, Jason was still and sitting cross legged upon the mats within the training dome, his form shadowed and partially illuminated by the candles encircling him, as well as the light of the moon from outside. He had his eyes closed and his forearms crossed together, with a hand on the hilt of a sword on either side of his hips as he sat in deep meditation. Jason had no mana or magic with which to draw upon so that this was the only form of mysticism he was able to achieve but it was sufficient as it allowed him to calm his thoughts, reflect upon his lasted battle against Shadowkind-of which the bandages he wore over his bare chest served a testament-, and consider his next course of action. Although in the latter case since being recalled to the Manor and especially since the appointment of Carter to the head of his order, his immediate future was not necessarily in his own hands. But that was just as well as he trusted Carter to do what needed to be done, and to lead the Protectors into this new age. Without any apparent stimulus, Jason rose, all fluidity of movement so that no part of his body motion was wasted. Standing straight up from his cross legged position he began a spinning maneuver, simultaneously drawing his first sword and sweeping it outward, extinguishing the flames from each candle that the tip of his blade passed. Without pause and halfway through his turn he drew the other sword and again panned it out wide, so that when he when he stopped moving with the first sword positioned over his shoulder and the second pointing towards a far wall he stood bathed in no more than the pale light of the moon. The scent of the smoke reached his nostrils at about the time he decided to respond to the other presence in the room, casually glancing over his shoulder. |