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| Fit to Inherit; [P] Vyse -- Charger training wooo! | |
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| Topic Started: Sat Nov 5, 2011 2:52 pm (233 Views) | |
| Vyse | Fri Jan 6, 2012 12:56 am Post #16 |
 
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Vyse smiled as she parried his blows, she was pretty good, but was she good enough was the question, he sent another attack at her as she tried to speak, his blade hitting hers square, and sending her off of her mount and tumbling to the ground. Vyse was about to speak when he saw the drake charge his fallen student and had Umbriel rush it, while Umbriel wasn't stronger then the drake, she was faster and of a decent weight, at full speed with Vyse, her tackle would easily force the creature away. At the last moment Vyse dismounted Umbriel, smacking the drake's leg with the flat of his blade as he heard Balan cry out that it wasn't her fault, he frowned as he looked down at her as Umbriel tackled the drake, sending them both tumbling to the side. He shook his head, "... What are you talking about, of course it was your fault! You betrayed your mount by not relying on and by not taking command, when you saw my powerful strikes you should have never started taking them head on, you're not my equal in strength, you have to use your head and think of ways to get around your enemy's strength and abuse his weakness." He softened a bit and smiled, "Though protecting your mount from a bad situation is admirable." He turned his head to Umbriel who had positioned herself between them and the drake, Vyse poke up for the drake to hear, "Now you! Use your blasted head you giant lizard! Don't you dare ever attack someone, who we both know is a novice in this art! The next time you attack my student I will end you, and I bet you know I could! You experienced my punch first hand, what would happen if I took out all four blades? Huh?!" Vyse bared his teeth, his rage mounting as he thought of the disrespect and anger the mount had showed it's master. He turned to Balan, "Pick up your sword and mount up, we'll keep on doing it again and again until you're to bruised and tired to swing that sword anymore." He walked over to Umbriel, patting her side as she purred, Vyse would make sure these two came to an understanding... or kill the drake so it would not injure his young student. |
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| Balan | Sun Jan 15, 2012 9:45 pm Post #17 |
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Allison had managed to push herself to a sitting position right as her teacher's outrage started. At first she could only stare at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and betrayal. It was not her fault. She did not sign up to be blamed for falling off her mount when taking an attack head-on that she could have never avoided. How could her hero, the famous Vyse Noclan, be this cruel to his own student, overwhelming her and then admonishing her for the outcome? Her hands curled into fists, and she used them to get back on her feet. Bohumir was going berserk, having recovered from the tackle. His glistening scales were now covered in a thin layer of dirt. He stood a short distance from Vyse, screaming and roaring at the man at his eye-level. All the noise was almost unbearable to Allison, who was visibly wincing. One arm dangled limp, while the other held her ribs on the opposite side of her torso. It was possible, based on her breathing, that a couple of them were broken or at least severely bruised from the hard fall and the wyvern's foot pressing against her chest. And she was still fairly dizzy and had difficulty listening to her teacher's words. Vyse turned to regard the wyvern, threatening it with death. Bohumir's screams quieted to a growl only long enough to listen to what the man had to say. His response was an earth-shaking roar, blowing warm air into his face and disturbing strands of saliva between the massive teeth-lined jaws. When everything quieted down save for the Heirloom's constant growling in the background, Vyse, who had apparently gotten over his sudden rage, ordered Allison to mount up and continue the exercise. She stared at him, her disbelief shutting off any words she might have had. Adrenaline still pumped through her veins, making her hands shake and her eyes dilate, but did he really expect her to keep going with a concussion and some broken ribs? "What the hell is going on here?!" The new voice came from the direction of the stables. A towering, armored man was jogging up to them, one hand wrapped around a helm and the other ready to draw his blade. He looked to be nearing middle age, with deep lines in his face and brow and a few gray hairs in his short beard. His armor, though, indicated experience in combat: the steel was completely black, well-worn but intricately designed with bronze etchings. Despite his size, his resemblance to Allison herself was uncanny; they both had the same dark brown hair and blue eyes. Even from this distance his identity was obvious. Viktor Balan. Her father. Bohumir bared his teeth at him, opening his wings to make himself seem larger. "Back to the stables. Now," the man rumbled in an intimidating voice he would never use on his daughter. Viktor dropped his helm completely and rushed up to Allison. "What is going on? What happened?" His panic came through clearly in his voice. He took the girl into a delicate hug that she returned quickly. The Heirloom padded cautiously around them before trotting back over to the open stable doors. "I'm sorry," Allison said into her father's breastplate, her voice slightly muffled. "You said I could practice with him. This man was teaching me mounted combat, and it just... I fell off, and..." She heard a sharp intake of breath beneath the armor and her father disengaged almost immediately. "It's okay, Allie. Go inside. I'll deal with this." Despite the softness of his voice, the way he was looking at Vyse sent chills running down her spine. "Friend, I don't know who you think you are, but it's best you leave our property immediately, and never return." Viktor Balan's rumbling voice barely contained the rage brimming beneath it. "You are unfit to teach my daughter anything." |
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| Vyse | Mon Jan 16, 2012 6:33 am Post #18 |
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Vyse looked at the man who screamed out and waited for him to come, from the way he acted he was her relative, from his age and looks, most likely her father, he let them hug but grimaced at the thought of his student leaving already, they had just started, nothing had been accomplished besides form. Vyse stared flatly at the man and spoke evenly, but with every word was a hint of venom, "I am Vyserial Noclan, I may not be the best teacher, but I know how to acquire the skills needed for what she wanted, my ways may be crude and harsh, but they are effective, and I told Balan I would teach her for free, it is not my fault that she doesn't know how to be a proper mounted combatant with only a single lesson. Now you may not know me, for all you know I'm just a name, but your daughter asked me for help, so I will continue being her master until she tells me not to be anymore." He walked to Umbriel's side and stroked her, he could feel some of the flesh beneath her fur was tend from where she tackled the Heirloom, he shook his head and turned back and spoke loudly, "Now as I said before Balan, my ways are rough and hard but I can promise quick results, pain forces your body and mind to learn it. But if your father still says I am not worthy, then why not a test of skill and strength? Three rounds of combat, one will be a duel between the two of us, the next will be Bohumir against Umbriel, and the final will be mounted combat, if I best you in two out of three will you give me permission to continue my student's training?" Vyse waited by Umbriel's side, whispering his healing spell to take care of the bruises, "Vigoratus." He knew the bruises would still be there, but this at least dulled the pain of it all, he turned his head to look at the man, his hands already on sword hilts, he added one last thing, "I even promise no magically enhanced strength, just my natural power." He kept staring into the man's eyes, it felt like one of those old paintings he saw, a young tiger fighting an older dragon, a slightly smirk played at the edge of his lip, he wanted to fight him, he wanted to fight him now. |
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