training ♔ thursday morning

[nepotism]

WHO || Fredrick Jr., Dovan Ironsides, Luthir Reedhym, entirely open
WHAT || Weapons training
WHERE || Knights HQ, Training Room / Armory / Firing Range / Gym, Dragnon's Hide wing, 2nd floor
WHEN || Thursday, Feb. 16th, from 10am onwards
HOW || Actionspam

Just like Fred said, at the top of the main staircase is the entrance to an incredibly spacious room, that has gym and weight training equipment on the wall near the door, and then lots of old school training dummies and more at the far end. A glass door enters into a firing range, and another pair of large doors on the farthest wall lead to the armory.

The room's full of the clanging of metal, as Dovan and Luthir fight, sword to axe, across the room, and Fred gathers everyone up on the gym side to explain things.

Comments

[bigbad]

[Spike growls impatiently and tries to see past the very minor attacks that annoy him more than a real hit would. This time he waits for a moment until he finally sees his opening, then he darts forward quickly, slashing his blade across Fred's collar bone and down his chest with an attack role of 29. It's a damn good hit. 11 damage.]

[nepotism]

[And Fred actually winches at that one, taking a step back. He lowers his sword and after glancing down at his chest and reaching a hand up to check on the cut, he grins up at Spike] Good.

[bigbad]

[Spike smirks triumphantly, flicking his sword in a bit of a salute. He doesn't attack. Seems a bit rude to go after a guy who's just standing there with his guard down when they're only sparring.] You all right there?

[nepotism]

Gonna take a lot more than a papercut like that to do me in. Don't worry about it.

[bigbad]

Glad to hear it. [He leans his sword against his shoulder.] So, convinced I'm good at this? Or should we have another go?

[nepotistic]

You've still got a lot of work to do, but it's a start. Gives us an idea.

[bigbad]

Yeah. [He glances around and sees Buffy. Might be a good time to see if she's got more than pure strength going for her. He turns a bit and winces as one of his wounds gets pulled. Maybe best if he heals a bit first. He nods at Fred.]

Guess we can pick up on this later, then.

[nepotism]

Later it is. [He nods and goes to sheathe the sword, reaching out to clap his hand against Spike's] Nice job.