#⚔︎ old-scalebag

[quartzhearted]

[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] :  receiver  notices  sender  looking  at  them  longingly. (( he’s sizing you morion, do you take his challange? Spar buddy search 2 ))

Surely him? He looked strong and big enough. Hmm…Though on its own that did not indicate any real strength that beorc could possess. This he knew. After all, Altina had not the biggest nor tallest of beorc, yet her might and use of blades had been enough to match his.

Still, Dheginsea wonders if that man could really survive a proper blow from him without being inches away from death.

fresh off the tail of an axe class, morion decides to practice his axe throwing (running a few rounds with the students tends to remind him of things he's been slacking on). he's relegated to using tiny training axes instead of the hulking mass of metal that his tomahawk is, but he's training more for the accuracy anyways.

he starts from a standard distance between himself and the dummy targets---ten paces, just the bare minimum for range training. a few satisfactory tosses has him step back a few paces, then a few paces more; there comes a point where he's way too out of range for it to be reasonable, but that's not stopping him.

with a particularly good throw and an impeccable battle roar for good measure, morion throws a training axe from almost outside of the training grounds. his aim is true but his strength was excessive; as a result, the axe punctures through the dummy and continues onward until it hits the stone wall backing the targets. oops.

scratching his head, morion returns to collect his axes from various parts of the ground---some in the dirt, some in the dummy, and the recent one that cracked against the wall. this was nice and all, but it was also somewhat boring. stationary dummies were easy to hit. it would be nicer to practice against something that actually moved.

and it's when he has that thought that morion picks up on a feeling of being watched. a quick scan around the training grounds shows him an older-looking man---perhaps around his age?---watching him from a place he hadn't noticed earlier. the man has a spectacular mustache, pointed ears, and a... tattoo? certainly nothing like the people he's seen in brodia... or anywhere else, for that matter. with how stocky he looks, surely that guy has some strength to back up the style of that 'stache.

"hey, you! over there!" morion calls with a brilliant yet challenging smirk. "i see you watchin' me. why don't ya come on down and help me out with some trainin'? i think it'd do us both some good!"