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Post by Tazmuck on Nov 29, 2019 13:24:56 GMT
In the militia camp outside Daring Heights, Taz is preparing for the war.
Clack, clack, crash
Their swords meet over and over mid-air, Darius constantly batting his swipes away with his shield.
Taz wasn't trained like this. His own clan taught him only the basics of stance and footwork. Darius is strong, and ruthless, always looking for the best place to strike, and often finding it. Behind the armour, the shield, and the fancy footwork Taz cannot even land a blow.
Phwop
This time Darius steps behind him and gives him a wollop with his shield, sending Taz flying towards the ground.
This is humiliating - the other militiamen are laughing as they watch. Flashes of anger go through him, he starts to walk off.
But why is he here? Next week he'll be in the war. A small humiliation here, among these nobodies, means nothing. People talk about the glories of other heroes, it was time they started talking about Taz, too. And if he could just learn to get past that shield, he might have the edge in Kul Goran.
"Okay, try that again."
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Guido
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Post by Guido on Nov 29, 2019 15:25:00 GMT
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