CLOSED ▼ AMAZING

[metagame]

Who: Wash, Morrigan, eventual OTA
Where: Fighting Ring, the Temple of Beginnings
When: Before Akvos
Rating PG-13; minor violence and language
What: I don't even know.

I. ▼ there's frustration in this one - closed to Wash
[Foreign - European swords are heavy. He's not used to the extra weight in the blade. It makes for somewhat clumsy footwork and overcompensation on the swing-pivot. Khopesh are much better suited for his style.

Unfortunately, Astoria's lacking a dedicated blacksmith among the Circle and her servants. Not that he knows ideal measurements for a sturdy khopesh outside of its shape and feel. Feelings alone can't make a good sword. He works at his shoulder, adjusts his grip, and takes another swing with a forward slashing motion. Muscle memory carries him for a quarter step turn where he abruptly stops short due to the sword's lack of hook. He catches himself before any accident could occur. (Horus' Eye, he's thankful he wore his sandals opposed to Yugi's boots this morning.)

First archery, now this... Ugh. Must he swallow his pride?]

II. ▼ cats to that - closed to Morrigan with eventual OTA
[Osiris scuttles through dried leaves, their small talons crunching them for the novelty of the sound. Every so often they tilt their head up to sniff the air with both tongues; eventually they catch a particular scent that drives them from their leafy-amusement, enough to even pick-up speed necessary for flight. Atem figures it's a rodent (they're almost always hungry), and with a heavy sigh lifts from his resting spot to follow the tiny beast back to the temple. Can't let them bite more than their mouths can chew... wait, can they even chew? He swears they swallow their food whole like a snake.

... It's a cat napping in a stray sunbeam. A cat. Osiris caught scent of a cat, and not one he recognizes from the temple either. Osiris' loud, hawk-like screech is the only warning for an impeding dive.

Oh no.]

III. ▼ wild card
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Comments

[unrecovered]

[Wash isn't entirely sure he believes that, but okay - he'll roll with it as long as it doesn't result in injury. In the meantime...well, he's here for a reason. He shrugs.]

In that case, how about a sparring partner?

[metagame]

That's fine with me... [He adjusts his grip for what feels like the third, fourth, perhaps even the fifth time? Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore.] I appreciate the practice. [Working with a live person and not the weird multiplying dummies can allow him a more natural progression.]

[unrecovered]

No problem - it's better than the dummies.

[He heads into the ring and settles into a ready stance, drawing his knife from its sheath and easily flipping it to a reverse grip. He's very obviously at home with his weapon of choice; time to see if Atem can match that.]

Your move.

[metagame]

[Ah... A knife. Seems oddly fitting for a soldier and crazy tree talking man. Right, so he needs steady foot work, and use the sword's reach to his advantage. Defense and distance as in this instance Wash should be offensive.

Atem slides into a more comfortable position with the sword, keeping its weight and balance in check. Two steps forward and he goes for a rush.]

[unrecovered]

[Atem should be handling that sword like it's an extension of himself, but he moves it like he as to think about it - either he really is out of practice or he's not familiar with that sword. Either way, if Wash can get a good position, it shouldn't be too hard to take that sword from him.]

[He sidesteps the rush, sweeping his knife upwards to redirect the blow and hopefully get Atem off his balance.]