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maikafanawen · 04-19-2004, 03:37 PM

Devon steadied himself, gripping the deck railing with his left arm, the sensitive nerves about his shoulder going wild and lifting the blade in his other arm into a loud parry. The previous five hours had been spent with Marx and Telson who had been doing their best to teach the disappointed fencer some alternative tricks with the sword in lieu of the straight-out fencing the young man was used to. Their words ran a checklist in his mind and he employed them all in sequence. He shouted and screamed in his pathetic attempt at intimidation that, surprisingly, had a satisfactory effect as long as the exchange didn't last too long. Also lucky for the young Gondorian was his sporadic training in ambidextrous fencing, so he was a complete maladroit.

Devon began to sweat much sooner than he normally would have and he began to loose wind from all the yelling he was doing. His encouragement and persistence came from the fact that he was as of yet untouched and four hearty opponents lay dead at his feet.

Suddenly, one particularly thin and sallow-faced pirate came at him with a cutlass in one hand and a whip in the other. His stoic expression was unnerving and Devon licked his lips apprehensively, his heart beating violently in his chest. He knew better than to try to block the whip with his sword lest it be wrenched from his grasp so he resolved to attempt and dodge the lash. The corsair flicked the chord back over his shoulder and sent it whistling through the air at his legs. Devon tried to jump aside but his timing was off considerably and the whip left a terrible welt in his left calf. The Gondorian winced and staggered. The corsair brought the whip back a second time and let it loose, but this time Devon ducked as it whistled over his head. Without missing a beat the pirate aimed again at the young man's sword arm but Devon dodged successfully a second time and lunged at his enemy sticking his blade between the man's ribs.

When the corsair dropped to the deck and Devon dislodged his sword, he picked the whip up and shuddered a little. What a nasty way to fight. He considered keeping it but he really had no clear idea how to use one effectively so he lobbed it over the railing and into the water just in time to meet his next opponent.

04-19-2004, 03:37 PM	#11
maikafanawen Tears of Simbelmynë Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: The Beast's Castle Posts: 705	Devon steadied himself, gripping the deck railing with his left arm, the sensitive nerves about his shoulder going wild and lifting the blade in his other arm into a loud parry. The previous five hours had been spent with Marx and Telson who had been doing their best to teach the disappointed fencer some alternative tricks with the sword in lieu of the straight-out fencing the young man was used to. Their words ran a checklist in his mind and he employed them all in sequence. He shouted and screamed in his pathetic attempt at intimidation that, surprisingly, had a satisfactory effect as long as the exchange didn't last too long. Also lucky for the young Gondorian was his sporadic training in ambidextrous fencing, so he was a complete maladroit. Devon began to sweat much sooner than he normally would have and he began to loose wind from all the yelling he was doing. His encouragement and persistence came from the fact that he was as of yet untouched and four hearty opponents lay dead at his feet. Suddenly, one particularly thin and sallow-faced pirate came at him with a cutlass in one hand and a whip in the other. His stoic expression was unnerving and Devon licked his lips apprehensively, his heart beating violently in his chest. He knew better than to try to block the whip with his sword lest it be wrenched from his grasp so he resolved to attempt and dodge the lash. The corsair flicked the chord back over his shoulder and sent it whistling through the air at his legs. Devon tried to jump aside but his timing was off considerably and the whip left a terrible welt in his left calf. The Gondorian winced and staggered. The corsair brought the whip back a second time and let it loose, but this time Devon ducked as it whistled over his head. Without missing a beat the pirate aimed again at the young man's sword arm but Devon dodged successfully a second time and lunged at his enemy sticking his blade between the man's ribs. When the corsair dropped to the deck and Devon dislodged his sword, he picked the whip up and shuddered a little. What a nasty way to fight. He considered keeping it but he really had no clear idea how to use one effectively so he lobbed it over the railing and into the water just in time to meet his next opponent.