Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-04-01 23:31:00 |
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Fingers flexed before fanning out again as the inside padding of the gauntlet rubbed against her skin. Wrapping her grasp around the sword hilt at her side Aspel had to wonder if she'd ever fully become accustomed to the feeling of a sword over that of a hammer. It had been years since she'd last used a hammer for combat, but the feel of picking one up at her forge was just like she'd come home. The hammer was an extension of herself, and while she could lose herself in the swing of a sword blade, the thrusts, parries and blocks of proficiency with the bladed weapon, it still never felt completely right. Not like a gun or, even more so, her hammer. There was a reflection off of her armor that flickered against the wall, causing a series of designs and strange shapes to be thrown off to the side. Which could only be caught out of the corner of her eye with the helmet on. It was distracting to only catch vague glimpses of the shinning and dancing light. In fact, it even put the smith on edge a bit. Would she ever become accustomed to feeling like a faker in bright shining armor? The light containing the dark was a common thought. Sometimes though, just sometimes, she could forget herself when wrapped up in the throws of battle or assuring that someone else walked away without wounds. Perhaps that was what made feeling like a liar worth it. At the same time, the longer she lived like this, perhaps the greater chance she would have of eventually believing that she could be the Knight in shining armor. That she could be the good guy, she could be the hero of someone else's story and finally make her........ Another flash of light caused the turn of her head, the narrow slit in her visor not allowing enough visibility once more, and yet again, nothing was there. A huff of air slipped out before eyes began to search for a clock. Surely, the berserker, a young girl, barely an adult at all, would be here soon, right? Fingers tensed around the sword hilt, the squeaking of leather held a little too tight was muffled underneath the helmet that Aspel had just about had enough of for the day at this point, though perhaps, she was just easily irritable this evening. The day had been long and quite frankly, Aspel was just done with the day. It was good that, in some strange way, she looked forward to these training sessions. It allowed her to check in on the young woman that seemed to have a bit of a temper, but really, what Berserker didn't? Though... There was something else there. A strange for of fondness and familiarity that she'd never quite been able to place but deeply endeared her to the girl, wanting to watch over her and assure her protection. Sure, Aspel felt that way about all of the kids of the Fighter's Guild, hell, the kids of all the guilds really but... There was just something more here. Something.... Deeper... That she'd never been able to figure out in the short time they'd become acquainted in. Something she just couldn't put her finger on. Finally giving into the annoyance of the constant flickering in her peripheral vision, fingers left the sword blade and began undoing the clasps on her helmet. Faram be damned for this one night, she couldn't take this bloody helmet for a moment more while waiting for Valefa. |