Training sessions

[regalpoints.livejournal.com]

Zelda has set up a training area in one of the spacious rooms in the tower Link occupies. She has swept the floors, wiped away the grime fro m the walls. In a nothing special dress and a pair of thick leather tracking boots, she is poised before an array of haphazardly made dummies and stick men. It should be noted that the princess's craftsmanship lies in politics, and not sewing, if the stuffing leaking out of the dummies is any indication.

She holds a straight stick she had found outside her room one morning. She had attempted to sharpen the point with a knife q she had procured from her meals, and was disappointed with the shabby results. She truly is not craftsman.

Her target is to rush the dummies and spear at least one. While magic may be her forte, basic fighting skills would benefit her greatly in this tower. She takes a few ready steps back...holds a breath...then rushes forward, stuck to thrust into the unmarked chest of the first dummy...

She bounces back instead, onto her rear end, stick swinging out of her hands and clattering to the floor. Oww.

Comments

[regalpoints.livejournal.com]

"I would be pleased to be have a trainer of any kind in this situation we are in."

[knightofangst.livejournal.com]

Suzaku nodded and walked slowly into the room. "My name is Kururugi Suzaku." He looked at the things in the room, "Did you make all this?"

[regalpoints.livejournal.com]

She nods. "You can tell by the poor craftsmanship can you not."

[knightofangst.livejournal.com]

Suzaku merely shook his head, "They will suffice, I just guessed that the tower was not going to provide us things to practice fighting with."

He looked at the sticks, "So what do you know about sword fighting?"

[regalpoints.livejournal.com]

Zelda watches Suzaku. "I know that you swing a weapon."

[knightofangst.livejournal.com]

"That's a start I guess..." He picked the sticks up and handed one to Zelda.

"Stand like this," he demonstrated a simple stance, his legs apart and knees bent his sword held at his side but ready. He had never actually taught anyone to fight before and he tried to think back to his first training with Toudoh. He had been young though, five or six and lessons had mainly consisted in Toudoh throwing him into the ground until he learnt how to block and dodge.

Somehow he didn't think that method was going to work here.