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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 23, 2018 4:31:22 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"]  ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Unbeknownst to Cassialyn, the training that Dieter had mentioned the day prior, he’d fully intended to start today. For what felt like the twentieth time, Dieter retook inventory of the training weapons that he’d borrowed from the Clan’s makeshift armory – the fee they’d charged w s negligible provided they were returned before the next day. He’d made certain to grab a pair wooden daggers, a short sword, a broadsword, a blunted spear, and a newly acquired pair of leather knuckle wraps. Truthfully, he was hesitant to believe that Cassialyn would show any interest in the latter. Although he’d supposed that was the least of his problems, Cassialyn had already shown a reluctance to end the life of a fiend, one that had only moments prior scorched her arm. How could she show it mercy? When it wouldn’t hesitate to end her life if given the opportunity – she was too soft.
Why did he care though? It was hard for Dieter to say exactly. He’d already admitted that he was enticed by her charm, a perfect mixture of beauty and fieriness – every Desert Rose had its’ thorns, right? However, it extended far beyond that, he’d discovered that she hailed from Leslia, a city of unimaginable wealth. Why was that significant? No, it wasn’t because he’d harbored ill intentions, no, it was because it was a place that had existed during the War of the Lions - an era of time that he’d lived in prior to entering a crystalline slumber. Such knowledge also made him increasingly wary around her, uncertain how she’d react if she’d discovered the true nature of his origin – an unholy existence deemed unholy by the Church.
Dieter knew he had to tread carefully, genuinely believing that by keeping her close was his best course of action. Not to mention, if she was going to join the ranks of Helios’ Ambitions and thrive, Cassialyn needed to learn to fend for herself. Without further ado, Dieter tucked each of the rented weapons into a large satchel, throwing it over his right shoulder as he’d made his way down the hallway. Once he found himself outside of the temporary room that they’d provided Cassialyn with, he’d knocked only once before he’d none to gently thrust the door open.
“Get up… it’s time for your first lesson.”
He’d stated firmly, his tone suggesting that this topic wasn’t up for negotiation. However, when Cassialyn looked his way, she’d likely notice that his gaze had already been adverted – preemptively attempting to preserve her dignity. Not that it phased him in the least, he’d seen more than his fair share of skin throughout the years.
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Jan 25, 2018 0:00:17 GMT -5
 C assialyn loved having an actual bed for the first time in a while. She had had a cot and such in the past and slept on the ground before as well. But a nice and comfortable bed in a safe and warm room, it was undeniably amazing. She had gotten herself all cleaned up after mucking about in the sewers the day before and got to bed at a decent hour after eating an actual meal for dinner. This was working out to be one of the best clans she had joined yet. It was phenomenal. The young dancer slept very well after a rather long and busy day, her new shoes off to the side with one of the two pairs of clothing she owned. The woman felt safe. That's when there was an odd noise before she Dieter thrust the door open, gentle. However, it wasn't gently enough for someone sound asleep. The dancer jumped, sitting bolt upright in the bed before popping to her feet with her athame in hand. "What!? Who? What's wrong!?" She stammered out, blinking a few times before determining the situation. Dieter was standing in her doorway. It was still dark. Cass blinked again, rubbing her eyes. What was the meaning of this? What was going on? Why was Dieter in her room? Wait. Dieter was in her room. She was in her bed clothing. The young woman couldn't get a more vibrant red than she was now as she quickly got off the bed and pulled the blanket to cover herself. It wasn't as if she wasn't covered. It was more the principle that she was in her evening clothing and that she grew up learning how improper it was for someone to see you in them, period. Cassialyn was so embarrassed and angry right now, it wasn't funny. There didn't seem to be an emergency. She didn't understand why Dieter had burst into the room. Yes, the room was technically his seeing as he was the clan leader. However, she was in direct possession of said room. This meant that it was her room until it was deemed that it was no longer. "What is your problem, Dieter! You can't just barge into a woman's room like that! I'm not dressed! There's no emergency! The sun's not even up! What the hell!?" She replied. She was really upset with how he had entered. It could have certainly been handled better. Cass had NO idea in the world that he actually planned to start the training so quickly. It had still been less than forty eight hours since she had joined. Things were going so much quicker than she ever expected. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 25, 2018 19:05:53 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Hmm, good reaction and superb instinct, she has potential , Dieter thought to himself as his clanmate jolted from her bade, her athame in hand poised and ready to strike. Cassialyn’s frazzled outburst of queries was met with stoic silence, the corner of his lips threatening to curl upwards – oh, this was entertaining. Alas, before his grin could widen, Dieter reined himself in, suppressing it in order to maintain “perfect” neutrality. He’d observed her as she’d rubbed her eyes, trying to rid herself of the fatigued stupor. When the realization dawned on her that he’d entered her room, Dieter noticed how her cheeks burned a vibrant scarlet. He’d expected her irritated outburst, not that he could fault her, although he’d likely already would have run his intruder through with his blade.
“Ye are right, I apologize. However, I said to turn in early… your training begins now… downstairs in five minutes.”
Dieter took a moment to apologize for his abrupt entrance, his words sincere and heartfelt. However, once that bit was done, he’d regained the commanding tone in his voice, conveying to Cassialyn that she’d best move with a sense of urgency. Once he’d delivered his message, Dieter shift his weight to the balls of his feet and he’d turned to depart – giving her so much needed privacy. When he did so, one could hear the audible clack of the wooden weaponry within the bag as it’d jostled back and forth, clanking against one another. His hand darted out behind him as he’d pulled the door shut, closing it softly. Perhaps, such an approach was too harsh? , Dieter mentally chastised himself for being too forward. Hopefully, Cassialyn would forgive him for his brutish transgressions – they had good intentions behind them.
He shook his head as he’d suppressed such thoughts, redirecting his attention to the task at hand. A few minutes later, Dieter stood within the Clan Halls’ foyer, sparing a passing glance at a clock. May the gods help her if she’d dosed back off , Dieter chuckled to himself at mere thought of the implications that held for the Dancer – none of which were particularly pleasant.
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Jan 26, 2018 10:29:31 GMT -5
C ass was so frazzled by the entire situation as she continued to hold the blanket up to cover herself a bit. Had it been a real situation, the pajamas would not have been something to worry about. It was more the fact that it was Dieter of all people. Eyes averted, he spoke up. That did not excuse the fact he had still invaded the little bit of privacy that she was allowed. It extremely embarrassing, she couldn't even begin to explain. Especially with her surely delirious reaction to his entering. She probably looked crazy. Dieter apologized and Cass kept her mouth shut and just held the blanket. All she could focus on was how uncomfortable she felt right now. His apology almost sounded sincere before his tone changed to a very stern and commanding one. Cass had to admit that she wasn't the biggest fan of it. Not that she would say it aloud. That would just embarrass her more than anything. Dieter spun and left the room immediately after speaking that she needed to be downstairs in five minutes. What was wrong with him? Five minutes? This early in the morning? He was crazy. Absolutely insane! Cass moved and sat on her bed, rubbing her eyes and yawning. She was exhausted even though she had gone to be a bit earlier. She sat there a bit to try and regain her composure and exactly what she needed to do. After a few moments she moved to get changed and try and make herself at least a bit presentable. She wore the leather shoes she'd gotten the day before, not sure where they planned to be going at this god forsaken time of the morning. She did not know why they had to get up before the sun even decided to rise. She dragged herself downstairs, still rubbing her eyes as she watched Dieter, still not exactly happy with him still as she folded her arms, looking a bit groggy still. "I don't understand why we couldn't sleep till the sun came up at least..." She commented. She had no idea what they were going to do today. That would be the surprise.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 27, 2018 0:44:09 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Four minutes, fifty-six seconds, at least she’d met the proposed deadline... , Dieter mused to himself as his head craned in Cassialyn’s direction as she’d descended the flight of stairs. The Dark Knight remained silent as Cassialyn rubbed at her eyes in an attempt to rid herself of the lingering fatigue. Not that it mattered, she’d no doubt be free of its’ thrall once their training session commenced. May the Scions help her if it isn’t , Cassialyn would no doubt need her wits about her, especially if she intended to fulfill her training objective for the day – landing a singular blow upon him with a weapon of her chose. In theory, it sounded like a simple enough objective, although one still had to factor in that portion came at the end of their lesson.
Before she’d learn of her objective, Dieter fully intended to run her through a series of basic drills with each of the weapons. In addition to that, he’d planned to throw in a few bouts of conditioning training or sustainment. Twenty practiced blows with a weapon seems more than far , he thought to himself, uncertain of how hard he could push Cassialyn before she’d break – the last thing he’d wanted to do on the first day of training. When Cassialyn approached, her body language alone made it abundantly clear, she wasn’t pleased with him. Now someone else understood his blight, Ysera periodically used her espers to wake him up. His eye visibly twitched at the mere thought of Ramuh’s Thunderbolt , Shivan’s Blizzard or Slyph’s Aero – neither of which were particularly pleasant.
He detested the former though, it’d robbed him of his ability to speak, so he was forced to shoot Ysera a seething glare. Not that he’d preferred the latter two. How many times has Slyph knocked me out of my bed , he wondered to himself, unable to recall that exact number off the top of his head.
“I suppose. However, I have my reasonings… Did you want to be training in the sweltering heat at Noon?”
Dieter inquired, his explanation hopefully revealing a bit of his thought process. He didn’t want Cassialyn to overheat, nor did he want to stand out under the hot sun all day either.
“So, I want you to pick a weapon, you will handle all of them at least once, today.”
He stated as he’d knelt to the floor and emptied the satchel, taking a singular step back as he’d awaited Cassialyn to make her decision.
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Jan 30, 2018 9:40:14 GMT -5
T his was so not going to work for her. This waking up early to do things? No. She needed to sleep till the sun was up at the very least. They was a normal thing, you know? Who got up at this ungodly hour? 'Spawns of demons, that's who.' She thought to herself as she folded her arms and thought mean things about Dieter in her head. She knew long term that it would be worth getting up. But right now? Right now Dieter was at the bottom of her shit list. WELL below Drake and that other clan. At least THEY wouldn't make her get up this early. The young blonde was fuming to herself. The young woman had absolutely no idea what was in store for her. This was all completely new and she had not woken up enough to completely understand the entire situation. The wake up call being at the forefront of her mind at the moment. She couldn't believe what he had done. Just barging in like that. Was she even listening to him speaking right now? 'It might be important...' her subconscious reminded her as she watched the blonde man infront of her. Though, she ignored him for the moment as well as her subconscious trying to get her on track. Cass kept her arms folded as she stood in front of him and glared daggers. Only catching the end of his statement, it took her a moment to realize it was a question. Honestly, she figured it was something along the lines of going out later. But, she wasn't quite sure. So, she answered slightly vague. "Maybe...." She said confidently. But, she really had no idea. She needed to pay attention. She really did. Her mind was so distracted, was this REALLY all a follow up for her refusing to kill the creature yesterday? This was so annoying. She didn't want to do any of this. She wanted to dance and make it through the day. Not plan for the future. That was a problem for future Cass. She paid a little more attention as he mentioned weapons and dumped a bag on the floor in front of her. Cass raised an eyebrow at his statement and gesture. She was a dancer, he DID realize that, right? She didn't even know what some of the things in the bag did. That much was obvious as she glanced them over and made eye contact with Dieter. "....you do realize I'm non combative and dance. I don't fight offensively." She started to explain before he gave her the look that she was sure was coming. Cassialyn visibly rolled her eyes as she picked up the one item she did recognize, the broadsword. "Is this really necessary?"
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 30, 2018 19:14:02 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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If only Cassialyn knew, she’d inadvertently hit the proverbial nail on the head – The Dark Knight before her was the spawn of Daemon from the Empyreal Plain. However, that mattered naught as Dieter had no way of glimpsing at the inner workings of the feisty flaxen-haired dance. Don’t need a seer to know she is displeased , The Dark Knight mused to himself as he’d studied Cassialyn’s body language, fully aware of her thinly veiled hatred for him. Feisty and a glutton for punishment! , Dieter thought with a visible smirk, Cassialyn had inadvertently doomed herself to an unwanted surprise in the not so distant future.
“I shall keep that in mind then.”
Dieter responded curtly, purposefully remaining ambiguous, opting to let Cassialyn’s mind create its’ own nightmares – physically warfare wasn’t the only form of combat he was versed in. His smirk diminished as he’d observed Cassialyn’s obvious confusion, the uncertainty visible upon her face as she’d studied each of the weapons. After a few tense seconds, Cassialyn made it a point to remind him that she was a non-combatant, likely trying to allude to the fact that her role on the battlefield was supporting. That was perfectly fine, however, what would she do if she was cornered or captured again?
“I am aware… However, versatility and adaptability can be mean the difference between life and death.”
Dieter stated firmly, pausing briefly after he’d spoken to think about how to express his reasoning. Ah, perhaps exclaiming the role I fulfill might help. , Dieter thought to himself, pounding his fists together as if he’d just had a stroke of genius.
“Cassialyn, yes, it is necessary, its’ why I took the time to learn Magick, sometimes a sword isn’t enough.”
He said trying to allude to the fact that seldom did a competent warrior bother to learn any form of Magick, much less to the extent that he’d mastered – neglecting to touch upon the fact he’d had far longer to master his craft. He’d glanced down at the broadsword that Cassialyn had picked up. He’d nodded and retrieved a wooden short sword from the satchel. He’d taken a deep breath as he’d positioned himself a few feet away from Cassialyn.
“I want you to mimic my movements.”
He stated firmly, taking a moment or two to assume the proper stance. His left foot was a couple inches behind the right, his shoulders were squared. A moment or two passed before Dieter gave a simple thrust forward, however, when he did so he stepped forward. He’d paused for a moment. He’d continued after a handful of seconds, his arm coming in towards his shoulder before he gave a fierce horizontal swing. He didn’t stop there, no he’d pulled his blade back overhead and gave a singular chop downwards. With the basic combo now completed, he turned to face Cassialyn.
“This is a basic technique, its’ taught to all squires… I want you to perform it five times….. emphasizing form over speed.”
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Jan 31, 2018 9:43:40 GMT -5
D ispleased was certainly an understatement. All she wanted to do was curl back up in her warm bed upstairs. They didn't understand how perfect it was. She really hadn't had that in a while. The last time she had a warm bed was when she was still living at home before she ran away to escape the arranged marriage. Two nights in a row was just magical and she really could do with catching up on her rest. That way she could be completely recharged for whatever missions they would be attending for the day. She honestly hoped that once she was able to make a bit of money, she could help out at the orphanage and even donate some of her time there helping the kids. Though, maybe on teaching what she knew rather than going out on the hunts. She wasn't strong enough to be a lead on those missions. The smirk he gave though at one point did unnerve her a bit. The man tended to give off a rather frightening vibe at times. It could almost send a chill up your spine as he agreed to keep whatever she'd agreed to in mind. What had she agreed to again? Oh, that wasn't good. He'd pull that on her later down the line she was sure. But she would not let it stress her out. She was trying to stay angry at him at the moment. It was hard trying to keep so serious. "....yeah, no...." She replied with a face. She did not need to be versatile. She understood where he was coming from, but it wasn't necessary in her eyes. "I appreciate your interest in my safety. But it's fine... My only priority is learning more dancing abilities... and maybe learning some basics with my athame. I don't need to train with every weapon known to mankind and some only to moogles..." She said sarcastically. She really did not see the point in this as she looked at the sword in her hand. She was extremely unamused and uninterested. "I can't be lugging around some huge bulky weapon when I'm trying to dance and be flexible. You know? She really was hoping he's let her out of this. Not that she'd be able to get back to sleep at this point. She was already starting to wake up. They seemed to fall on deaf ears. Dieter explained the movements and told her to mimic him. The dancer watched, an eyebrow raised as he did the three movements. They looked ridiculous. How was that supposed to do anything. It looked like something you'd do to try and scare off a daemon before you had to fight it. "Seriously? The sass was pretty bad and unhidden. Though, from the blank expression it was obvious that he was not joking. The young dancer shook her head before making a face and following the movements, though they were much lighter and flowy. She was a dancer first. She had never held a sword before or had to stand strong and tall for this. She couldn't be stiff when she needed to be able to flow from one movement to another. Not the sharp and abrupt movements that he was making. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 31, 2018 20:10:45 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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She is certainly adamant, Cassialyn truly believes that she knows what is beast. How naïve! If only she’d knew the truth of my past. , No, such matters were better kept a secret – one he’d no doubt take with him to the grave. Despite, her firm rejection, Cassialyn voiced that she was touched by her concerns, citing that his objectives contradicted her own. The Dancer before him wanted to master her craft, prioritizing that before she’d moved on to learn more about her precious athame – a weapon she’d displayed a certain prowess with. Unfortunately, her instincts, though honed as they were, meant nothing if she couldn’t bring herself to follow through.
“Hmm, A dagger isn’t unlike your Athame, nor is a short sword and even a broadsword – many of the motions are the same. “
Dieter replied, his tone firm and unyielding. Of course, she’d made a valid point, a spear or a monk’s knuckle-wrappings, neither pertained to her current skill-set. However, he’d brought them on the off chance that she’d shown an interest in either. Monks prided themselves on their strength, their speed and some of their moves required a certain degree of flexibility – something Cassialyn had in spades. Dieter didn’t need to turn to know that Cassialyn’s skeptical gaze lingered upon him the entire time that he’d gone through the basic motions. His movements had been purposeful, rigid, not to mention slowed down drastically. No doubt, if he’d performed them in rapid succession, they’d look similar to Cassialyn’s majestic dances.
“A sword, dagger isn’t that cumbersome – thieves make use of them all the time… Half the time you don’t even know they are armed, until their blade is halfway into your kidneys.”
Dieter retorted, citing that thieves were masters at sleight of the hand. If you can enrapture your enemies, you are just as capable. Dieter thought to himself, understanding the folly of a lustful man – it’d ruined many a great man. Still, when Cassialyn took her stance, she’d mimicked his movements with surprise ease. However, she’d flowed seamlessly from one motion to another. A grin played at his lips as he’d positioned himself in front of her, albeit well out of her reach. He began to mimics her movements. Surprinsgly enough, Dieter was able to replicate such grace with ease, his blade blurred when it’d lashed out. So much lighter than my own blade
“You have great potential, you possess an innate understanding, strength means nothing if you can’t land a blow. Your natural grace and flexibly gives you an edge over most swordsmen…”
Dieter reinforced, carefully choosing his words so as to not dishearten the Dancer. She could be formidable, if only she’d had
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Feb 5, 2018 10:07:47 GMT -5
C ass was more annoyed with the hour than the actual training. She usually liked to practice herself alone and without an audience. It made her uncomfortable having someone see her fail at something. She wanted to roll her eyes at the man, but figured it would be better to just get this over with and let him realize the mistake on his own. She did not feel the necessity. He explained how her blade skills were similar to other blade skills. She just nodded. She really didn't see the point of arguing and wasting her energy when she was stuck doing this. Though, the thought did cross her mind that she could collect her things and just leave. That was an idea. He began to ramble on about a thieves knife skills. She knew in a pinch she could handle herself. But, she didn't want to do that all the time. She much preferred a supporting role. She just hated to harm anyone if she could help it. Human or non-human. She saw the value of life and she hated the idea of having to take that away. Dieter was obviously pleased with her mimicking his sword movements. That was something she could do with ease. Especially three simple movements like he showed her. The more complex things may take her a bit longer. He did the movements with her before complimenting her form. The woman nodded faintly at his compliment as she simply listened. She was not a big fan of the blade to be honest. But, she would do as instructed for the time being. She did not have much force behind the blade honestly. She was not very strong and that was part of the reason she remained support. She could not handle being offensive. Though, if someone came up on her she would definitely fight the best she could muster. The smaller weapons would be much easier to manage. Her silence was more a product of how tired she was and wanting to avoid an argument with Dieter. She still owed him for rescuing her from Drake and the creature in the sewers and for the pair of shoes. It felt wrong to argue too much with the man. He was trying to help. "....So, now what?" She asked. She really didn't want to do this same movement all day. She got this part already. She was starting to wake up a bit now and feel a little less combative.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 10, 2018 3:29:29 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Humanity, it often fails to realize, that if it neglects mastery of the fundamentals, they’ve only built upon an unstable foundation – it will one day come toppling down. It was for the very reason, despite having accumulated extensive experience over the past eight centuries, Dieter still prioritized setting aside blocks of time to run basic technique drills – often times sparring with phantasmal foes. Dieter dismissed such thoughts with dismissive shake of his head, his eyes settling upon Cassialyn as she’d fluidly flowed through the prescribed routine. No doubt, she wouldn’t fell anyone with such feathery strikes, but she could certainly hinder their performance greatly – keeping them on the defensive versus the offensive. He was broken from his train of thought by Cassialyn’s voice, her question taking a handful of seconds for him to register fully. He’d nodded his head as he’d reached for the leather satchel and emptied its’ content upon the ground.
He’d paused to glance at the blunted spear and the knuckle wraps, he’d gave a visible shrug of his shoulder as he’d snatched up gloves. He’d inspected the craftsman ship, unpleased by how shoddy it was – not that he expected greatness from a training weapon. He’d slid the glove over his own hand before he’d teasingly clenched his fist, momentarily surprised at its’ snugness. He’d fiddled with a few its’ straps as he’d reinforced his knuckles, his wrist and a portion of his forearm. Once he was certain that he’d gotten it down, he’d undid it and slid the glove from his hand. He’d repeated the same gesture with the other glove, taking significantly less time the second time – he’d never bothered with such frivolous weaponry. No, it was far simpler in the past to make use of his Daemon heritage, a portion of which included a set of razor-sharp onyx talon-like nails.
“Set down the blade, then let me see your hands, I’ll walk you through securing the gloves.”
How was he going to have her train with this one? Dieter surmised that he could show her some basic movements that he’d learned from Monks over the years, not to mention he’d experienced their deveasting impact first hand. However, once he felt she had grasped the basics of how to string together a simple combo, he was more than likely going to let her take out some of her aggression – genuinely doubting that Cassialyn could do any lasting damage. Though, he’d considered the risk of her winding him if she’d managed to land a couple solid blows to either the gut, solar plexus – a necessary pain for her progression
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Feb 11, 2018 22:28:11 GMT -5
T he woman had not expected him to dump the bag of weapons on the ground again. Honestly, she believed that he would show her more movements with the blade. She did not feel like she had learned very much with these simple movements. It would be a rather nice addition to her dance movements though. At least it wouldn't have been a completely wasted day. That was exactly what it was beginning to feel like. A waste. She would never use a blade such as this. So, what was the point of such training? She had only used one briefly on her trek to become a dancer. It was the only way she could be taught the skill set. She simply did not continue to fine tune those skills. It didn't mean that she did not continue to practice with her Athame. It just meant that she didn't want to kill anyone unless it came down to it. Cassialyn watched closely as he picked up some leather wraps. It wasn't something she had done in a long while either. But then again, what he was showing her did not seem the same as she had been taught. She was sure that they had taught her the basics before teaching her what she knew. Maybe this was what she needed to be doing. Re-learning the basics all over again. It might be tedious, but the man seemed to care about her well being. It was far more than anyone else ever seemed to offer. The woman watched him as he strapped the glove on his fist before he looked up, seeming a bit lost in thought, and spoke. He gave her instructions and she nodded, moving over with the blade to lay it with the other weapons. With a graceful step, she moved over to his side to accept the gloves from him. He had really nice eyes now that she really got a good look at him. The last two days had been rather hectic. This seemed to be the calmest things had been since she'd become a part of this clan. "Here...." She spoke up as she offered her hand to the man. He seemed very gentle and it was nice to have someone not treat her as roughly and pushed her too hard without care to her feelings or needs. But right now, he was right. She probably needed a good kick in the butt. She had to pick up her training and start practicing more. She'd been too busy focusing on making ends meat. Now that wasn't as huge a concern. At least, not right this second. Plus, he had saved her life a few times. Maybe this wasn't all that bad. But, she'd never admit it aloud. She hadn't even realized that she was watching him a bit more than she should have, her hand still extended for him.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 12, 2018 5:48:05 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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A timid smile played at the Dark Knight’s lips as Cassialyn waltzed about, her graceful movements precise and calculated – yet they’d flowed effortlessly into one another. He was genuinely surprised by her acceptance of her fate, offering up her hand of her own volition. None the less, he ceased the presented opportunity, hesitantly for a brief instance before he took her hand into his own. He tentatively slid the worn leather over her hand, his finger tips grazing the underside of her hand as he’d situated the durable fabric. Despite his ruthless demeanor upon the battlefield, Cassialyn had already seen his softer side – the side that cared for her, the orphans, and the wellbeing of his clansmen. In spite of the care he’d taken placing the first glove upon Cassialyn’s offer hand, it still took him less than a minute to get it fully seated.
“Thank you,”
He’d replied as he’d daftly reached back to grasp her other hand. He’d repeated the same motions, not yet having bothered to secure either of the gauntlets he’d slipped on. Maybe, I should have had a healer on standby , he thought to himself, the realization dawning upon him just how quickly this could go awry if she didn’t execute proper form. He’d seen his handful of drunk Monks, not only shatter a table, splinter a wooden shield, or crush a brick to powder – they’d also severely mangled their hand. Not that he’d thought Cassialyn would injure herself quite that severely, he still knew there was the risk of her spraining her wrist or dislocating a finger. He’d began to fasten the gloves down, carefully weaving the straps around her knuckles and in between her fingers for added support – it’d better absorb the impact of her blows.
“So first I think it’s better for us to go over proper form.”
Dieter stated as he’d took a few steps backwards from Cassailyn, quickly assuming a basic stance. He’d positioned his feet roughly twelve inches apart from one another, bent slightly at the knees. He kept his eyes deadset on Cassialyn, his shoulders squared with her own. His next step was to bright his hands upwards so that were a few inches from his face, his eyes visible atop his knuckles – this was to provide additional protection to his face. Dieter’s fists curled inwards, yet they weren’t quite gripped tightly, there was still a looseness to them – it was more effective in his opinion to tighten them at the last moment.
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Post by Cassialyn Frewin on Feb 15, 2018 13:42:30 GMT -5
H e could be so gentle and tender with his movements sometimes that it was hard to believe he could be as fierce a warrior. The dancer watched Dieter as he hesitated for a milisecond before taking her hand and wrapping the the material around. It didn't take him long to secure it for her. Dieter really did care and it was nice to be treated like a girl once in a while. She felt herself fighting a bit of a blush as she glanced away from Dieter for a moment. She needed to compose before turning her attention back to the dark knight. He shifted and stole her other hand after thanking her. "....Thank you...." She giggled a bit at his comment. Why was he thanking her? She was the one that should be thanking him for wrapping her hands for her. Honestly, she hadn't used a wrap like this before. Not that she really wanted to. But she allowed him to wrap both hands before he let her hands go and moved into position. cass squeezed her hands into fists a bit to see how the wraps felt. It was well done and she was glad. Not that she'd of said anything if they were uncomfortable. She's settled a bit from being woken so suddenly this morning. Dieter shifted into position after announcing their next step. Cass watched him and mimiced his stance. Though, her's was lot looser than Dieter's. She didn't have her hands as tightly clenched as he did and she hadn't squared her shoulders as much either. "Like this? She was certainly feeling more and more out of practice as they spoke. Maybe the sword would have been better than this. At least she wouldn't have to punch some poor soul to death. The more distance might be the better. Then again, she really wasn't a large fan of the sword either. It was heavy and bulky and she would have to wear a sheath either over her shoulder or at her hip. That was not an option. It's why she had chosen the athame. It was less bulky but added a bit more protection that her dancing alone. Though the glove would be easier to carry. She could wear them or tuck them in her waistband. Everything else in his bag was so much bigger. |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 16, 2018 21:20:26 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Certainly, the duality of the Dark Knight’s persona proved to be an enigma to the newest addition to Helios’ Ambition. It begged the question, how could Dieter be so ruthless upon the battlefield, yet willingly to display such tenderness to those under his instruction. Alas, the answer to such an inquiry eluded the daemon – not that he’d extruded much effort to unearth a definitive answer. Although, one could surmise such duality stemmed from having witnessed countless different styles of leadership, from which of course, Dieter had taken bits and pieces – knitting them together to form create his own style of leadership. A historian said it best, “Those whom can’t remember the past, they are condemned to repeat it.”
Cassialyn’s faint giggle was ignored for the most part. Although, one could see the corner of his lips twitch, threatening to curl into the faintest hint of a smirk. However, he’d suppressed it as he’d focused on the task at hand, demonstrating proper form and technique. A few seconds passed as his comrade attempted to mimic his stance, albeit, her form was notably less rigid than his own – not that it was necessarily a problem. Without verbally responding, Dieter’s fists fell to his side as he’d took a few steps closer to Cassialyn. First, he’d extended his right foot and used it to inch her leading foot just a smidgen forward. The next thing he addressed were her uneven shoulders, deliberately pressing down gently on one side until they were fairly even.
Lastly, he’d reached down and gripped her curled first within his own, exerting enough force to push her fingers inwards.
“Much better, your stance wasn’t necessarily incorrect. However, you have to be a bit more rigid.”
He’d informed Cassialyn before he’d began to move onto the next portion of the lesson. His right hand extended so that it was slightly behind her, his lead foot slid in between Cassialyn’s while the other extended out behind one of her legs. What was he doing? The answer would become clear as the extended foot suddenly bucked back towards his body. His left hand shot out simultaneously to connect gently with Cassialyn’s opposite shoulder. The back of his heel was currently on course to collide with the back of Cassialyn’s leg. The whole purpose of this scheme of maneuver was to use natural body mechanics and momentum to break her stride.
If she stumbled backwards, Dieter was already prepared to catch her. Not to mention, he’d taken care to not use excessive force – just enough to demonstrate proper form.
“So, one thing to keep in mind if you are engaged in hand to hand combat, you don’t always have to hit hard, use their own bodies against them, rob them of their momentum – break their routines.”
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