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The Weak and the Strong Luther and Kazmael Macarath Barracks
“Good work today, Tenebres. Get back to the barracks and get some rest.” “Yes, sir.” “I mean it. Don’t overwork yourself again.” “Yes, sir.” “Hmmm!” “…” “Off with you, lad.”
Overwork. What a dull word. There was nothing wrong with pushing in an extra practice or two when all was said and done. After all, any soldier worth his salt would put in the effort to become stronger and more useful for the kingdom.
One day, I may be able to stand within King Garon’s court.
A young soldier walked down the streets with the wind to his back. It wasn’t particularly warm in respects to the average Nohrian citizen, but for a person of the Ice Tribe, the weather was like an unusually hot summer day.
No, in truth there was never a day like this in the iceling elf’s lifetime, and adapting to such heat was a greater task than anything that preceded this moment. As such, his sweat trickled like honey on a hot surface.
Sure, he found some ways to cope thanks to a run-in with a mercenary at a bar, but he needed more tips like those before he would finally melt into the pavement.
In any event, he found his way to the barracks and removed his gear down to his soldier undergarment, comprised of a lightweight coat and baggy pants and boots. Moments later, he would relocate to the back alley where the on-duty soldiers trained on a regular basis.
That is, there was not a soul to be found here today because everyone else had longer patrol times than he did. It was a thoughtful solution to give an ice cube shorter time in the sun, after all. Even so, those who did reside inside of the barracks would rather not be training, and instead a good number of them took the rest of the day off by drinking and gambling. Waste of time, if he had any say.
Thus, the raven-haired soldier began with training with his fists, the elvish way. Kazmael
"Hmm.. Someone is there early again. Perhaps I should pay them a visit?"
The day had been a nice one so far. It may be due to it being cooler here than in his previous home, or it could be the excitement of being in a new land that is not as peaceful as his own. In either case he would hide his expression well both by not showing how he feels and due to his armor being worn.
Since what he wears is obviously not from Nohr or Hoshido he has gotten several looks of fear, wonder and various other emotions in the past. But ever since he came here and has done various things from trivial matters of a mugging too protecting a town or two from bandits. Those looks have had mix's of thanks as well making him feel he is truly earning his armors namesake of the black knight. Definitely not in the way of the previous wearer, though there is a bit of enjoyment in helping out two different countries with various things in the midst of war.
However, thinking of the past is not why he's walking through the city alleys today. This 'black knight' has an objective in mind. Or in better wording, an individual to meet that somewhat caught his curiosity from how similar they are to him in the past. Finally arriving, somehow quietly despite his armor he'd be twenty or so feet from the elf before finally speaking.
"Greetings. Another nice evening to train, isn't it." Though what he says would be worded like a question, it would instead sound like a statement as he looks at the elf. His appearance and expression unreadable due to his helmet. "I've been hearing somebody training here quite often when I pass. Would that be you, or is there someone else that comes here early?" His voice would sound stern yet relaxed as he continues to stare at the elf, waiting for their reply.
The soldier was mid-punch when he heard a voice behind him, causing him to instantly snap his body straight. However, the tall, ominous silhouette of the tall armor-clad knight in pigment of pitch black gave cause of alarm, causing the young elf to stagger away with wide, fearful eyes, with both his tightly gripped fists raised toward the giant. Terror had so overtaken his heart that he froze in place, sweat pouring profusely from nearly every facet of his body.
He wanted to speak, to address such a fearsome, dreadful foe (if he was one), yet his teeth clenched like bars, his jaw muscles completely locked in place. If it were any consolation, he was just barely able to keep himself from shaking. The last thing he wanted to tell his foe was that he was absolutely afraid, rather than surprised.Kazmael
"Hmm? It seems I may have miscalculated how you would react. Perhaps being here first would have been a better course of action." Raising his right gauntlet covered hand to try and say he means no harm he'd continue. "Well, it doesn't really matter if your surprised or scared. Though I suppose it would be good to say I don't mean any harm toward you, boy."
Lowering his arm the knight would take one step forward causing him to exit the more shadowy part of the area and into the rising moon's light. All the details of his armor now being easier to see as the light shows many old gashes, dents and cuts. His cape, which may have been longer and more regal looking in the past, is instead torn and barely even discernible as a cape. "Introductions would be a good place to start. I am known as the black knight by many that see me. It is a name I carry, and will continue to do so for a while."
With this he'd then gesture to the elf. "And you? After all, I'm sure you don't want to be known as boy the entire time we speak. You can give your name or what others call you. Either is fine."
As the Black Knight drew near, the light made visible the cuts and damage upon his armor. If anything, he appeared more like the remnant of a battle of a bygone era... or a haunted armor set of a dead soldier?
Aside from his imposing self, he wasn’t here to cause harm. Moreover, the warrior desired some form of address to give him, except the elf did not see himself worthy enough to pass along his name to someone of such... legendary appearance.
No, a request was a request.
“... ‘Boy’ is fine, sir,” he murmured whilst diverting his eyes away, “... But my superiors call me Tenebres.” His head lowered, “... If... Sir Black Knight would prefer that... or... the other...”Kazmael
If his face was seeable, it would be shown that he'd quirk an eyebrow a bit. "So your humble as well? Intriguing. Many people take on attitudes of being superior when training a lot." Letting out a slight chuckle as if he finds something amusing he'd nod, though that could just be a trick of the light. "Tenebres is fine. It would be demeaning to call a knight, boy, when there is another name to call them by."
Not saying anything for a few seconds he'd turn from the elf and would walk toward several wooden practice swords before grabbing two of them. "Now then. I'd like to see how you fight.. After all, that is the best way to learn about another warrior if words are hard to use." With this said he'd walk over to Luther and hold out one of the swords hilt pointing toward the elf. Though since it's completely wood a person could hold either end if they so wanted.
The young elf’s eyes glanced to the dark shadow of the knight’s helm, then followed his gaze down to the wooden sword in his hand.
This fellow would take the time to test him, huh... well, no better opportunity to test his mettle than the present.
“Yes, sir,” said Tenebres with low timbre as he took the wooden stick in hand. He bounced his wrist to test the weapon’s weight, then twisted the it around himself as he walked away. After giving them suitable distance between each other, he turned on his heel to gaze deeply toward his opponent. “Here I come,” he announced as his feet dug into the earth. His knees bent forward, coiling like springs before he pushed forward, sending him toward the black knight with aggressive velocity.
Combat StartTenebres pounced toward the Black Knight!
JAUqxMkN“1-100” (ACC 98, DMG 0)
The wooden strike upon the warrior’s armor gave a resounding clang, yet as he was loathe to expect, there was no damage except on the toy that he was given to strike with.
However, this did not deter him. If he had not power, perhaps his speed would grant him favor until he could land a decent hit.
The elf dodged to the knight’s side before pulling his arm back to strike again.
“1-100” (ACC 98, DMG 0)
The strike had a little more strength in it, but the result was the same. Kazmael“1-100”·“1-100”
-Black Knight uses half attack power due to holding back-
After Tenebres takes the sword from him, he would be completely silent as he watches the elf. If things go well he may... No that's a thought for another time. Now is a time to concentrate on learning and teaching if the latter is needed. When they charge the black knight already knows what spots on his armor are weaker than the rest, but he would not show those spaces by protecting them or that would ruin the objective of this spar.
"I see that you are fast and hold a blade well. However, speed is not everything that's needed in a battle. You must also have strength behind it else your attacks will be meaningless."
Mpkdv7BT1-100 (ACC 89, DMG 5)
With those words the Knight would swing his sword into Tenebres side. Though there is a good amount of power behind his attack, he'd seem to pull back instead of continuing the swing that would have most likely thrown the elf back a good few feet. "But. That's what training is for. If you are able to dent my armor, then you will know that your training has paid off. Now.. Come at me with all of your strength Tenebres!" With those final commanding words he'd have the wooden blade held at his side once more. Though with his previous swing it is already known that it can move to slice or stab at any time.
The boy let out a grunt from the knight’s burning blow, staggering aside before catching his footing. He grit his teeth, and his arm clutched the side of his throbbing ribcage.
However, this was unexpected... the knight was strong, yet the force of his blow was not what he anticipated from a man like this.
The Black Knight was holding himself back, for the sake of forwarding Tenebres’ own technique.
At the small revelation, the elf did not smile, yet his dull eyes seemed to twinkle in delight. Perhaps this was someone he could learn under.
“Yes, sir,” he responded a touch more passionately as he placed both his hands on the wooden sword’s “handle.”
ndvIGbLS“1-100” (ACC 98, DMG 0)
Tenebres flung himself forward before striking with an ineffective thrust...
“1-100” (ACC 98, DMG 0)
... Followed by a swing that bounced off the side of the knight’s waist armor. Kazmael“1-100”·“1-100”
If his helmet wasn't in the way a slight smile would be see-able at the corner of his mouth as he hears and see's the other warrior's increased passion and determination. In fact if he didn't have any armor on he would have possibly been reeling a bit from the blows. But he is wearing armor, and is not reeling from the blows.
SXDwenYZ1-100 (ACC 89, DMG 5)
So as Tenebres blade bounces off his armor the second time, the knight would quickly grab their right arm with his left hand before stabbing them in the stomach with his own wood blade. Luckily the points are rounded so as to not cause stab wounds, but the blunt damage itself and the force behind it would still be quite painful and would most likely knock the breath our of any unarmored opponent. However right as the stab connects, Kazmael would let go of the elf's arm so that they would be pushed by the blow rather than receiving the full damage of it.
"That's better. But if this was a real battle you would have fallen, unless there was a healer watching over you. Then again, it is rough fighting a fully armored knight. I think using tactics of hitting your foe and dodging or parrying their attacks would match your way of fighting quite well." Even though he's not even scratched there would be no bragging in his voice, and his suggestions would instead sound genuine as he waits for the elf to recover their breath from the stab. Nevertheless his sword would already be readied at his side once more.
A cough, accompanied by a string of spit, left the mouth of Tenebres as he was pushed a fair distance away from the knight. Even with a higher determination, his armor was simply too solid.
No, he had to be a little more thoughtful about his options. The Black Knight’s armor was made of metal, and so was his helmet. No matter what, getting hit on the helmet was always unpleasant, even if there was no actual damage given to the opponent. At the very least, he would give his instructor something to work with as far as his thinking goes.
After wiping the drool from his mouth with his wrist, Tenebres sprinted forward, however this time, he slid beneath the legs of the Black Knight.
EZyR9y2h“1-100” (ACC 98, DMG 0)
His sword bounced off of his opponent’s left greave, yet he continued to hop off of a post as he reversed his movement, his weapon raised over his head in the air, aiming directly at his opponent’s head...
“1-100” (ACC 98, DMG 0)
... Yet, he hesitated, slashing instead at his pauldron. Kazmael “1-100”·“1-100”
It was.. Almost perfect. But sadly Tenebres didn't follow up with their strike to the right spot. Either that or the pauldron is what they were aiming for. In either case even though this is training, it would be a very valuable lesson to learn what happens if you follow through with a jumping attack that fails.
tLy44S9D1-100 (ACC 89, DMG 5)
With that thought in mind the knight would quickly turn, blade in hand, before Tenebres lands back on the ground and would hit them like a baseball (If baseball is even in fire emblem) in the side. Since the elf is already in the air, there is nothing to brace against the attack with. Like the ground for example. So once the wood impacts them they would literally be sent flying a few yards. as the knight would seem to click his tongue in very slight disappointment.
"Was that your plan, or did you hesitate? This is a fight to show your full strength. So do that even if you think it may hurt me. After all, this is a battle. Perhaps not a deadly one, but one nonetheless. So treat me as an enemy, fight dirty if you have to. Just do your best, Tenebres." Those are his final words of encouragement or his final lesson for this fight. One reason, is that he will be using his full strength with this next attack. Another is that it is getting somewhat late. And who knows what other soldiers would think or do if they see a fully clad knight fighting another one of them. Well, that is if any of the others come to this training ground.
Tenebres bounced hard off the ground as he rolled onto his back. His trembling body began to feel the effect of the knight’s blows, and he had to climb a training dummy to get back on his feet.
There was no excuse for his actions. His hesitation lead now to a moment of desperation. The next blow would be his last before he could no longer train for the evening.
Furthermore, the knight had saved his strength. Would he even survive this?
“Sir...” he grunted as he steadied himself on his feet with his weapon, “I... accept my failure with... full responsibility!” He held the weapon tightly with both his hands, his face showing a tightened expression... and a crooked smile. “Please... don’t let this be your... final lesson for me! Let me learn more from you!”
He ran forward once more, this time, with a full-blown battle scream. His weapon was raised to thrust once more...
ZZi3b3Tf“1-100” (ACC 98, DMG 0)
Moments before he would lash out to the knight’s face, he swiftly withdrew his blade toward himself and sped past his right side. He swiftly circled around to the knight’s left side, whipping his torso around with his weapon arm extended out...
“1-100” (ACC 98, DMG 0)
The weapon slapped itself across the knight’s front helmet, causing a sharp clang of noise.Kazmael“1-100”·“1-100”
Nothing would be said in return as he would have mixed feelings on the elf still fighting. One is that it's impressive they are getting up again even with all the blows they've taken and how little they have given back. The other feeling would be disappointment since everyone must learn their limits. In either case it would be demeaning to the other warrior if he stopped fighting back now.
D8i|QpZJ1-100 (ACC 89, DMG 10)
And so as his helmet is hit causing there to be a loud ringing sound, that would basically be a signal for the fights end as the black knight would spin with blade in hand. However before the sword hit's Tenebres he wold stop barely an inch or two away as all the air that was carried with the swing would hit the elf and go around him. In fact if the swing wasn't stopped there's a chance they may have died or gotten seriously injured, if they aren't already that is.
Turning away from the elf kazmael would look up at the moon in silence for a couple moments. "I.. Will think on your request. But I must also ask you a question. Why have you chosen this path?" Asking this question he'd look to them and continue. "Is it to protect the people in this land, to follow your leader, or is it for your own satisfaction? ...I don't need an answer now unless you are completely sure of what you think. Also it would be good to rest up some since training more would do you more harm then good in your current condition."
The knight stayed his full power... yet the air pressure that came after gave Tenebres no doubts of his tremendous strength.
However, the question he posed to the lad required a fundamental answer... and for that reason, the elf took a long pause to think.
... Why have I chosen this path...? I figured I would—peanuts sound good right about—focus! I’m a loyal soldier of Nohr who wishes to serve his—attack looked pretty lethal—hey. I just want to fight because of fighting’s sake. No, that’s not a good reason at all. That’s too shallow.
It’s not like you need to come up with something, weren’t you already resolute? He took time to give you training, time that most of your superiors use for their own leisure. He is someone worth learning from! He can be someone I can look up to and aspire to be!
“I...!” he broke his silence with a raise of his voice, but he mellowed after catching himself, “Everyone here uses their time to drink and gamble as if there is no war going on... but I...” He looked straight on into the shadow of the knight’s mask, with eyes ablaze with passion, “I want to learn more to protect my country, and to say that I did what I could to bring peace, but most of all...!” he inhaled deeply, “I want to learn under you! Please, Sir Black Knight, teach me!”
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