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Brith enters from the opening above. He looks at Samuel with a grin. He walks over and chooses a long-one handed lathe. He flicks it testing it for balance. He then turns and bows deeply to Samuel, "Good day, May I test my skills?"
Samuel turns at the sudden voice, practice blade stopping mid-form. The bells on the ends of his braids give out a soft chiming noise as the whip about him and slow to a stop. A light sheen of sweat coats his upper body and dust coats his lower pants legs. He frowns slightly at Brith and then nods,'If you like.'
Brith nods and removes his cloak and sword and sets them in a pile by the entrance, He sets himself with right foot forward and left a foot and a half behind. They are shoulder width apart and balanced on the heels. He holds the hilt of his lathe at a 45 degree angle slanting to his upper right. He smiles and his voice grows cold,"Whenever you are ready"
Luhh suddenly appears over the crest and begins to make his way down the slope to Samuel and Brith is standing. He grins and raises his hand as he sees Samuel and turns his head to the side, exposing the Swordpin on his collar as it reflects the sunlight. Luhh nods in Briths direction as well, recognizing him as well. "Hi there soldiers." he says in a loud but friendly voice, and you get the impression, no your certain he puts more weight into the Soldier part.
Samuel flashes his most mishievous grin and says,'I can use a good spar to occupy my mind.' Then the smile fades away, his face going expressionless. He turns to fully face Brith, wooden hilt held in both hands about a foot above and in front of his right hip, wooden blade pointed straight up. He studies his opponent dispassionately for a brief moment, subtely shifting his weight forward to rest on his left foot which is about a half-step forward of the rest of his body. With no change of facial expression, he explodes into sudden movement, stepping forward, towards Brith, with his right foot and snapping his blade down hard and to his left, attempting a quick slash from his opponent's left shoulder to right hip. If he hears Luhh speak, he shows no sign of it.
Brith reacts quickly and blocks the slash by slamming his sword against Sam's about halfup the sword. He then slams the lathe straight down the blade attempting to connect along Sams wrist area and disarm the man.
Luhh stops some paces short of the two men. Well, man and boy. Luhh let's out an annoyed breath and folds his arms across his chest, to watch the two men spar. He mutters something something about, "Well, this shouldn't take long." After giving each of the combattants a measuring look.
Samuel's bells jingle loudly in time with the loud clack of wood on wood of the parry. He swings his elbows up to his right as he steps lithely back on his right foot, rotating his wrists opposite to his elbows, levering his wooden blade over Brith's and then pushing slightly to deflect it to his right side, ending with his practice sword pointing straight down, parallel with his right leg, Brith's blade still touching on the outside edge. Then he steps forward on that right foot again, rotating his wrists clockwise to turn the "edge" of his practice sword back towards his opponent as he sweeps it up in a slash aimed to cut from the center of Brith's abdmonen to his chin.
Brith brings his sword level with Sams and as it crashes into it around his abdominable area, he pushes slightly trying to get room, With one smooth motion, he brings his lathe up to the level of Sam's chest and thrusts hard and quick straight at the middle of his chest. He hears the jingle of bells everytime Samuel moves and seems to be driven by this.
Samuel plants his left foot, the jarring setting his bells to jingling again. As he rotates quickly on that foot, bringing his right foot back such that his body pivots a quarter-circle, the sudden motion sends his braids flying about his head. He moves the practice blade along with the rotation of his body raising his right elbow such that the right arm is parallel to the ground and makes a soft slash out to his right to deflect the incoming thrust to that side, out in front of his chest. Then he plants his right foot with another jingle and reverses the direction of his sword, slashing under Brith's practice blade, attempting to slash across the middle of his stomach.
Brith steps back and groans as the blade burns his stomach, A huge whelp already forming,he then steps forward and brings the blade up over shoulder-high and attempts to bring the lathe down hard into the right side of his opponents neck.
Samuel ducks beneath the slash, his every movement accompanied by the soft jingling of the bells on his braids. Still crouching, he backpedals to disengage his practice sword from the other soldier, then rises back to his full height, feet shoulder width apart, his weight balanced on the balls of his feet, wooden blade held out in front of him, hilt near the middle of his stomach, perhaps six inches in front of it, the blade angled up and out from his body at about a forty-five degree angle. As he shifts his weight from foot to foot and back again, a slight smirk curls his lips,'Were we using steel, you'd be dead. You wish to call it or continue for the exercise?'
Brith steps back and lets his sword arm fall to his side.He sighs and says, "You are right, I need to be more careful. I will try harder next time. I it is your call whether we should continue." His knees sag as a look of unease passes across his face. He takes his right hand and lifts up his shirt to see the mark. It is a fair sized, skidmark. He sighs as he replaces his shirt.
Samuel flashes Brith a grin, the coldness evaporating from his features, as he lowers his practice sword, planting the tip into the ground and then resting his hands on the pommel. The afternoon sun causes his body to glisten from the sweat. He shakes his head very slightly and says in an affable tone,'If it is my call, I say we're through. I had been working forms for quite some time before you arrived. I am Samuel Quinlen, by the way.' With that said, he extends his right hand towards Brith, left still resting on the pommel of his practice sword.
Brith smiles brightly and says in a tired voice, "I am Brith No'kal. It is nice to meet you." he takes the offered hand giving a firm shake. He then takes his sword back and places it on the rack.
'Well met,' Samuel says as he grips Brith's hand. When he releases the handshake, he steps back and lifts his wooden practice sword with his left hand and props it on his shoulder as he turns to pick up his shirt and coat. As he snatches them up off the ground, he says,'I'd stay and chat, neighbor, but I need to check on the wife.' He flashes the man a sly wink and turns to go, pausing to slip his sword back into the rack before continuing on his way. As he starts climbing from the pit, he begins to whistle to himself, shirt and coat bundled under his left arm.
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