A duel Marg. You and I. You'll be continuing with unarmed drills, but it's only fair you have the opportunity to fight on your terms as well. You're proficient with your hammer. I prefer my sword. This is your opportunity to beat my head in, in your preferred manner.
Grayell bowed at the waist. He looked at her for a moment, emotionless, expressionless. The his left foot circled out gracefully and slid to his front, his left hand stretched out and came in, ridge in front of his sternum. His sword circled but once and then snapped into position, handle drawn back behind his hip. His shoulders dropped and relaxed and his front knee bent, pulling his foot in so that only the ball touched the ground. He exhaled slowly, a soft hiss of air. He was ready.
Grayell's eyebrow raised and his teeth snapped shut. His sword slowly lowered and his stance relaxed. His eyes were wild, and the muscles by his jaw twitched. He stared at her, saying nothing. He looked down, sheathing his blade.
Well then.
His voice was flat, with a hint of malice. He was quite obviously pissed. His mind was completely wanting to strangle her at that point. He'd told her not to call him sir, she insisted. He only gave her an order, called her captain to tease or amuse her. He wanted the guard to be a friendship, a kinship but had catered to Marg's perception of structure.
And the she flat out shrugged him off, in front of the other guards no less. He was entirely pissed, but was bottling it.
Tomorrow morning, the very moment the sun slides over the hill, you will all be dressed and ready for inspection. You will then be sparring for 3 hours, rotating in one minute bouts. One in, one out. Immediately after that, you will make a patrol of the entire town and sweep every alley, every corner and every hovel that has been known to house a criminal element. Once that is done to satisfaction, you will then patrol the perimeter of the farmlands surrounding Wistvale.
That will get you started. Captin Mikael will be joining you and you will listen to her without question.
Zaedus and I have matters to attend to but at present, it seems I should resign myself to dealing with more bloody paperwork.
Grayell folded his equipment over his shoulder, said nothing more and walked inside.
Kerag graciously accepted Venom's potion and his proposal, chugging the contents of the potion as he listened in on the Commander and Captain.
"Thanks brother." His eyebrow arched and he grinned from ear to ear. "Splitting up the chores eh? Good thinking Venom, I'll gladly take you up on that." Already he felt better, the aches in his joints and muscles slowly dissipating, but more importantly his vision had cleared, just in time to see the Commander storm off after barking another order. He was going to remark about it when he noticed Venom's eyes tear up.
"Don't worry about the Commander, I'm sure he'll cool off eventually. And the Captain, well, lets just say I've been on patrol with her before. Should prove entertaining enough." He of course didn't know Venom was reflecting on a bad memory, and though Kerag had his own troubling memories, the prospect of becoming a Wistvale guard completely occupied his mind. "Recruits Venom! I doubt you'll have any trouble passing the test in two week. Lets train hard and prepare ourselves!" The potion was doing wonders for his mood as well, he felt up beat and enthusiastic.
Kerag tilted his head at Margrett and smirked, "Well that worked out lovely."
Last Edit: Sept 8, 2011 15:13:43 GMT -5 by Sir Kerag
A moment later, Grayell came through the doors. He thanked Zaedus formally and was equipped in his usual gear. He closed the door and looked to Marg and then the recruits. He only nodded, a straight face and then left, toward the town gate.
(I am leaving this thread. When you guys move onto patrol and what not, we can close this and I will hand out points and so on. Looking for a GM meanwhile.)