Post by The Might of Demacia on Dec 28, 2013 21:20:22 GMT -5
Within the Demacian Military Academy were several sparring pits where cadets can practice their combat skills in a safe environment. The walls were thick and bore evidence of the battles that occurred within them, and the open roof would ventilate the heat, or the stench of sweat and blood. While it was uncommon for major injuries to occur within the sparring pits, bloodshed was common, however it usually signaled the end of the spar, as well as determine who was victorious. As the eldest son of House Crownguard, Garen was expected to attend the military academy and hopefully become an officer in the Demacian army. His time here was productive, as he was able to reinforce his self-driven goal of becoming a light of hope and an example to those who have lost their way in the Demacian ethic.
As he stepped onto the concrete ground of the sparring pit, he made a cursory glance at his surroundings, checking to see if the custodians missed anything to clean up. Satisfied, Garen would look at his opponent for today, and hopefully someone who he can trust his life to. A daughter of House Spiritmight. He arrived earlier than the appointed time they were supposed to meet, but knowing Cordellia, she would be here sooner than expected... if she wasn't already here and had just eluded Garen's gaze.
Post by Cordellia Spiritmight on Dec 30, 2013 1:54:42 GMT -5
Cordellia slowly walked into the sparring area wearing civilian clothing instead of the Academy's uniform like most, her sword by her side sheathed in what looked to be a very ornate scabbard adorned with gold and silver. Her eyes were turned up toward the sky, a slight smile upon her lips as she felt the warmth from the sun. It seemed as though she were in her own world, many who looked upon her wouldn't assume she was one of the best in her year. The silver strands of her hair were pulled back into a ponytail that bobbed as she walked.
Eventually coming to the concrete sparring pit, she paused and looked to Garen, a knowing look flickered behind her eyes before the near innocent expression returned, "Hey."
Post by The Might of Demacia on Dec 30, 2013 2:05:04 GMT -5
With a swift look from the ground and to the face of his friend, Garen offered a slight smile and gave an acknowledging nod. Her civilian clothes did not really bother Garen, but he did prefer it if she would wear the Academy's uniform to events like this. Then again, this was a personal event, and it was a spar between friends. Perhaps it was the only way Garen ever developed his friendship with Cordellia in between her busy schedule. Being the child of a strong noble house who's coming of age was not easy. At least, not for Garen.
"Any reason as to why you're not wearing your uniform?" Garen asked with some air of importance in his voice, but he clearly toned it down so he didn't sound too accusing or bossy. He knew better than that.
Post by Cordellia Spiritmight on Dec 30, 2013 2:15:57 GMT -5
Cordellia looked down and shrugged with a slight smirk, in all honesty she done it because she thought it might bug Garen a little. He was known as being the perfect student, always following the rules to the letter. Then again, as a Crownguard, it was expected of him to be the best, "No, no reason, just thought the Academy uniform looked silly."
She raised an eyebrow, "So, Garen Crownguard, the rules?" She questioned as she placed a hand on the hilt of her sword. By now, students in the area had gathered around to watch Garen display his swordsmanship.
Post by The Might of Demacia on Dec 30, 2013 2:28:49 GMT -5
Paying no attention to their growing audience, Garen held the handle of the longsword given to him by his father prior to entering the Academy. He would look at Cordellia with a stoic expression, but the light in his eyes hopefully conveyed the message that he was actually happy to be sparring with her. "No strikes at vital areas. The winning conditions involves disarming your opponent, having them yield, or the drawing of blood." Garen felt confident with those rules, not in himself, but in the fact that the spar will be a very invigorating one. All his past sparring rounds with Cordellia had always been exciting, and it's something Garen looked forward to doing every chance he got.
Though, to be fair, he wanted Cordellia's input on the rules. "You can add or modify the rules to your liking, Lady Spiritmight."
Post by Cordellia Spiritmight on Dec 30, 2013 2:54:50 GMT -5
Cordellia glanced at the students that had gathered to watch Garen, she didn't care they hadn't come to see her. She'd surprise them all, even Garen, she had been practicing her families martial art extensively of late she was now capable of actually shattering her sword and attacking with the shards. She knew the look in Garen's eyes, she knew he was anticipating the fight even though he didn't show it in an outward manner. She had sparred with him many times before, usually just for fun. Even before they had joined the military academy they had sparred with sticks as children more than once just for fun.
"Remove the disarm rule, we both know how to fight unarmed. We go to first blood..." She simply gave him a pleasant smile and drew her long blade, a confident, knowing look in her eyes.
Post by The Might of Demacia on Dec 31, 2013 0:23:44 GMT -5
"Very well," Garen said, an amused smile upon his lips. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. For many of his age, getting into a deep state of focus, into the "zone" took a few minutes. Garen had been practicing to be able to click into the zone in a matter of seconds, as he figured that strong focus is the foundation of everything else. He drew his sword, elegant and bore evidence of heavy usage, then raised the guard by his nose with the flat of the blade facing his forehead. The gesture was known all over Demacia as a dueling tool, used to designate yourself to be ready for the duel. In this case, the spar.
Quickly, the chatter of the audience droned out, and Garen only heard his breathing and his heart beating as he locked his gaze onto Cordellia. He awaited for her to make the first move before he attacked, circling her as he did so.
Post by Cordellia Spiritmight on Jan 1, 2014 21:10:50 GMT -5
Cordellia held he sword down by her side, the small smile never left her lips as she watched him circling like a wolf. She tilted her head, and looked to relax. Then without warning she lunged forward, her sword snapped up as she moved, both hands upon the hilt ready to plunge it deep into his shoulder should he not move.
Post by The Might of Demacia on Jan 2, 2014 11:25:20 GMT -5
Garen would sharply inhale as he barely avoided Cordellia's thrust, her blade cutting some part of his uniform, but he raised his sword upward to strike Cordellia's sword and have her arms go up, then threw an open palm to Cordellia's open abdomen. Not too strong that it would make her vomit, but enough to at draw breath of her. With both hands on the hilt to put a strong attack on his shoulder, he did not expect resistance to his attack.
Post by Cordellia Spiritmight on Jan 5, 2014 17:43:39 GMT -5
Cordellia was forced back by the impact, her breath rushing from her lungs in one massive gasp. She cursed herself for expecting him to be thrown off by a sudden attack, it was well known that Cordellia often sacrificed defense in order to go all out in an attack. Something many tutors had tried to correct, it had worked too, briefly anyway. A week or so after they felt confident that she had learned not to be so reckless, she fell back into her bad habit.
"P-point one to Garen." She chuckled as she inhaled a deep breath, knowing they weren't sparing for points, but for blood. She quickly brought her sword up in preparation for his next attack.
Post by The Might of Demacia on Jan 12, 2014 9:56:13 GMT -5
Garen smirked as Cordellia pulled back. He nodded, and assumed a ready stance once more. He waited a few seconds for Cordellia to catch her breath, just to be fair to his friend and sparring partner. When he deemed her ready, he would lunge forward with one hand and jab at Cordellia's leg in a swift manner, his arm coming from overhead partially for deception, and partially for increased momentum. He left one arm free in hopes of parrying Cordellia's counter by the arm. Though Garen was well-known for using two hands on his sword, he did not want to seriously injure Cordellia. He felt that if he was to use two hands and risk cutting off a limb, he would also sever their long-running bond of friendship and camaraderie. Something Garen did not want to lose.
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