The training grounds, unlike the halls, is almost entirely open air and open to students any time, and although it is larger than either of the halls, it boasts similar equipment like a sparring area, practice dummies, targets and plenty of space for general training. It does contain an armoury that is normally open to all students but kept locked at night.
Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2017 7:29 pm
tablocation : training area | status : single | mood : feeling good | company : Griselda | outfit : medieval casual | OOC :
-- Enter --
The training area, which was used mostly by both students and faculty for combat practices, was currently empty due to the festivities. The space was wide open as to not disturb the others who would prefer to train in peace, though the curious individuals would not resist the urge to watch them secretly. Right now, it was both Catherine and Griselda who were occupying the place for the private training. Not to mention that her great sword was stashed in her dorm room, so the training swords had to do for now. The princess picked up one of them, the one resembling a huge one but it was plain compared to her own weapon.
"My weapon's in my dorm room, but for now, this will do," she confessed as she began swinging her weapon with a flourish. It was true that she was not as agile as the others, but her constitution was staunch enough to endure a lot of hits. Her hair whipped against the wind as she was whacking her invisible enemies, still remembering the weak spots that she had to strike. The feeling of adrenaline was enough to induce a smile on her face.
There probably won't be a time like this where the training area is empty save for Catherine and Griselda who just arrived. The only exceptions will be the early hours of the morning or on other special events such as the Founding Festival. Strangely the training weapons were available for use already, something she thought would've been stashed elsewhere by the staff. It is beneficial for the both of them, especially Catherine, that these weapons were ready for use. The redhead princess can effectively train without having her actual weapon with her. She picked up a training weapon that resembled a great sword. Griselda always thought that for someone like Catherine's size, the great sword is an odd choice. However, she does make it work well for her and Griselda can see this clearly not only by Catherine's form, but her technique. It was a beautiful sight to behold...so beautiful that it made Griselda blush pink momentarily. She wasn't sure if she was suppose to be Catherine's training partner or just stand there and watch. For now, Griselda went along with the latter option until Catherine addressed her once more.
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❀ ✿ι αм:[Griselda Hawkins] ❀ ✿мσηєу:[Carrying currency equivalent to $50] ❀ ✿ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg:[Watching Catherine] ❀ ✿ωнєяє αм ι:[Auditorium] ❀ ✿ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg:[The Usual] ❀ ✿мαякιиgѕ:[On Her Back] ❀ ✿ςσи∂ιтισи:[Healthy with slight soreness in her left heel] ❀ ✿αςςєит:[You like my voice?] ❀ ✿OOC: [Posting layout is work in progress.]
Kurisuchin Saiyuki
[EXIT]
Posted: Wed Aug 16, 2017 8:59 pm
tablocation : training area | status : single | mood : feeling good | company : Griselda | outfit : medieval casual | OOC :
Sweat was starting to form on her skin throughout the routine, but it was still a good feeling, being active in something that she enjoyed doing so much. Her movements were not as graceful as the others because of her low agility, but it would take more than a measly punch to take her down. Catherine had been gaining experience thanks to her private training sessions before she even decided to study in the academy. The princess took a break after a while, but she saw Griselda awestruck by the spectacle. Catherine giggled as she put her sword down, the wooden blade hitting the ground with a small thump.
"Show me your style, Griselda. I admit that I hadn't seen it yet until today." She had seen people train before, but they were mostly strangers, and the redhead still hadn't the fellow third-year's methods in training. Indeed, that would be her first time seeing what the other female was capable of.
Griselda admired every bit of technique being displayed before her. What she noticed about Catherine is not she is not quick on her feet and her attacks are not revolved around precision. However, with a great sword, precision is not as necessary compared to other weapons. Strength, along with high endurance and stamina, are critical to wield such a massive blade. It seems like the princess possesses these things since she doesn't seem to be breathing too heavily, although she is wielding a wooden replica of great sword. Griselda looked away shyly when Catherine finally noticed that she had been watching very closely. It turned out that she wants to see Griselda in action. She thought that she would get pointed out for being a weirdo, so being asked to show off her style slightly relieved her. Her head turned back to Catherine so she can nod toward her, then she walked toward the field as she removed her actual shield and sword from her back and held them firmly.
Despite the length of her sword, its lighter in comparison to a great sword and she can wield it like sword as well as a lance. Her shield is smaller than a typical shield, so one can expect precision guarding. She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath as she got into her fighting stance. Her left arm, the one with her shield, was positioned in front of her and she held her sword like a lance with the tip pointing forward right next to the shield. Both her knees are bent with her legs spread far enough from each other, her left leg in front and her right leg in the back. After that, there was silence for a minute. All that could be heard was the wind, Griselda's hair moving toward the direction the wind is blowing. Suddenly she opened her eyes and one can no longer see the shy, awkward girl that many would recognize her to be. These were the eyes of a warrior.
The demonstration that Catherine has been waiting for has finally began. What she will see is impressive techniques with accuracy and speed. There is a swiftness in her ability to switch between grips on her sword so she can either wield like a sword or lance. Not only did she demonstrate her offense with thrusts, slices and shield strikes, but also how she defend and counterattack. Her movements are certainly more graceful than Catherine's. This is someone, like her, who has been practicing swordplay before coming to the academy. After three minutes, she ended the demonstration by stabbing her sword to the ground and letting it sit there for a few seconds as she closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. Once her eyes opened again, she was back to her awkward self as she picked up her sword, turned toward Catherine and said,
"U-Um...w-was that okay?"
❀ ✿ι αм:[Griselda Hawkins] ❀ ✿мσηєу:[Carrying currency equivalent to $50] ❀ ✿ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg:[Demonstrating my skills] ❀ ✿ωнєяє αм ι:[Training Field] ❀ ✿ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg:[The Usual] ❀ ✿мαякιиgѕ:[On Her Back] ❀ ✿ςσи∂ιтισи:[Healthy with slight soreness in her left heel] ❀ ✿αςςєит:[You like my voice?] ❀ ✿OOC: [Demonstrating Griselda's skills.]
Kurisuchin Saiyuki
Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2017 8:55 pm
tablocation : training area | status : single | mood : feeling good | company : Griselda | outfit : medieval casual | OOC :
The princess stepped aside to give the other space for the spectacle, her training sword leaving the ground. There was a little indentation due to the contact of the weapon, but she paid no heed to that. Her eyes were locked on the showcase of Griselda's training style, the inquisitive nature taking over her. Catherine crossed her arms over her chest as she watched, taking in each and every detail of the movements that were on display for her. But more relevantly, what struck her the most was the determination within the other female's eyes. It reminded her of who she really was, a princess, a royal figure of Valor, who wasn't picture perfect like in fictional fantasies but still possessing the courage to defend her kingdom from harm.
Once the show ended, Griselda was questioning her with a nervous expression. Catherine clapped slowly, feeling obviously impressed. "Quite satisfactory. I can see your inner strength within those eyes. Better keep that concentration because that's a proof that you can progress even further for a better future." She then wiped the sweat that was filming on her forehead; the temperature was getting cooler since the sky would soon grow dark. "Fireworks show is starting soon. Wanna see it?" Maybe she would head back to the square with her, but she had to wait for the affirmation from the other before moving along.
From Catherine's perspective, Griselda's demonstration of her skills was satisfactory. In her circumstance, that is all she can ask for since it is the only thing she knows that she is talented in. Everything else is up for debate. Catherine also stated that she sees hidden potential within Griselda that is waiting to come out. That sort of thing can only be achieved through consistent practice, something that she already does despite the limitations of her left heel. She didn't sweat all that much, so just a single wipe of her forehead was enough to get rid of the sweat drops. As she placed her sword and shield on her back, she felt a sharp pain on her left heel that made her wince momentarily. The walking in combination of her recent demonstration of her skills has finally brought back an old enemy of hers. Did Catherine notice? Griselda hopes that she didn't. That wouldn't look cool for someone who was impressive only to collapse due to pain. This is a pain she can bear with, but she will have to be extra careful about her steps for the rest of the day. With the training over and the sun setting, it is only a matter of time before the festivities end with fireworks. Didn't Catherine wanted to see them? Griselda's memory served her right when Catherine asked her if she wanted to go see the fireworks. Griselda nodded shyly and said,
"Ah...y-yes...I-I like to...U-Um...t-thank you...f-for what you said before...I...I-I'm going to keep getting better."
Griselda's statement to Catherine about getting better isn't just about her fighting skills. She knows better than anyone that her social skills leave a lot to be desired. Her interaction with Catherine is living proof of this. However, if she were to have conversations like this every day and treat them as if she were practicing her combat skills, then there is hope for her. Right now, she waited patiently for Catherine to lead the way before following her. Her left heel is causing her to walk a bit more slowly and carefully, but she is still capable of keeping up.
❀ ✿ι αм:[Griselda Hawkins] ❀ ✿мσηєу:[Carrying currency equivalent to $50] ❀ ✿ωнαт αм ι ∂σιηg:[Walking with Catherine] ❀ ✿ωнєяє αм ι:[Training Field] ❀ ✿ωнαт αм ι ωєαяιηg:[The Usual] ❀ ✿мαякιиgѕ:[On Her Back] ❀ ✿ςσи∂ιтισи:[Healthy with a sharp pain in her left heel] ❀ ✿αςςєит:[You like my voice?] ❀ ✿OOC: []
Kurisuchin Saiyuki
[EXIT]
Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2017 2:53 am
tablocation : training area | status : single | mood : feeling good | company : Griselda | outfit : medieval casual | OOC :
Knowing that Griselda wouldn't mind being her company, Catherine decided to go ahead and leave the area, their training weapons kept safe in their proper place. But also, as she noticed one of the other heels straining a little, so she had to take it easy. So much for making it a race to that square; that would wait till another time. The sky had turned a dark blue as time passed by for them, meaning the fireworks display would soon be on the way as soon as they reached the town square. Not as grand as the balls back in the castle, but close enough.
And as the training area became bare once more, the wind shifted, as if setting up the mood for a tranquil night. Cathy could feel it, the chilling on her skin, but she could endure that. She would soon be dazzled by the explosion of fireworks, the colors flashing in front of her eyes, and it was all that mattered before having to rest up for the night.
Letting off a yawn, Azura woke up feeling a bit tired, and somewhat groggy, but he feels that if anything exercising can probably change that. He knew that coming to the training arena at this time would have nobody here, which to his expectation was actually right. Nobody was here, which Azura liked. After doing a couple stretches, before running off and doing laps around the arena. All he did was just two laps before he would go and start his push ups, doing a full set of a hundred. He then went for his one hundred sit ups. Whew! Man, that got me pumped... Alright then. After saying that, Azura went and got in his fighting stance before throwing a right swing, then left swing, then right again with his practice shots. He then raised his leg up as a kick to practice with that, always extending his reach, and force within the practiced attacks. He would like to practice against a real opponent, but he doesn't want to cause an issue with anyone who found out about his forbidden Knit.
With each and every kick and punch, they were all very timed and precise in aim on which point of the body to go for. With the training dummy in front of Azura, he focused his set of combined attacks accordingly. two jabs at the cheek with his left fist, one right hook, turn around and attack at the center mass with the elbow, and proceed to a rising left kick to the face. Azura had practiced these moves religiously when he was young. He still remembered his time with Gramps. Consistently getting hurt and fighting, hoping it would end. Sometimes, he would even fight at full force, consistently being on death's door, due to his rainment being unstable. Back then, Azura's so much of a glass cannon, that it was basically suggested against him to even use his rainment in general. So Azura didn't use it for months as he trained. He basically just fought with his bare fists until he was ready to work on his rainment control. Now that he's here and mastered the basic necessities of it, Azura still wonders to himself if he can truly prepare himself for what this school has to offer. Back to the training, Azura had continued off with is combination attack, by leaping in the air and turning around for a heavy spin kick with his right leg. Azura then grabbed the hand of the dummy and proceeded with a flurry of left and right hooks to the face and chest of the dummy before finishing with a left uppercut and a downward diving punch as Azura followed after, sending it to the floor as he dove down and shattered the training dummy with his fist. As he looked at his fist, there were bloody knuckles and cut skin that had him bleeding on his hand. To him, this was nothing, and he figured he'd get back to training, as he grandpa would say. That, and Azura virtually felt nothing in his hand.... Or anything in general, really...
Tay was at reading her mind engrossed in a book about herbology. Breaking away from the book she realised that she had interrupted someone training, the head raising she would look at them, carefully watching them as they shattered the training dummy. Tay did not like fighting or violence of any kind but she knew that there was a need for defending oneself, approaching as she saw droplets of blood drip like claret red rain drop to the floor, she realised that the male was injured and moved quickly to help. As she did she tripped up in her robes causing her to stumble forwards knocking him to the floor with herself atop. " s-sorry are you okay i hope i have not hurt you, i noticed you were wounded i hoped to give you relief before you toned your muscles once more"
OutOfCatchprases → hope this is okay for a beginning
With the training dummy destroyed, Azura looked at his hand and let off a sigh as he would conclude his training. Some time had passed by, so he would consider a bath. Turning around, Azura saw that a girl who was on her way here had tripped over herself and tumbled on the floor. That was strange, there's barely anything on the floor to trip in front of. It could be her dress, but what was she doing that got her in a rush over here? Walking up to her, Azura put his arm around her back to support her to sit up. He'd even help her up to her feet too. Are you alright? That looked like it hurt. Azura said. Taking a good look at her, she was small and felt pretty light, but wouldn't say anything on that matter. Her clothes and accessories all seemed as if they were foreign designed. She may have been from somewhere around the two kingdoms. My name is Azura, by the way. Hitoshura Azura.
Tay felt okay if not a bit bruised mostly on her buttocks . Doing a body check before getting up she would and blush shyly as Azura hurriedly got her to sit up and helped her to her feet without any trouble at all! being manhandled like this made her feel most awkward yet she was greatful all the same for what he had done, he could have after all of done nothing and let her sort herself out which show that he must of had a caring heart at least. Apologetically she bowed her head with respect, " th-thank you , a little shaken but i will be fine, it happens a lot i am very clumsy..ehe..my name is Taenya Lathir, but you are welcomed to just call me Tay i saw you get hurt i thought id try to help and heal you until you can get to the nurse to see to it" Tay explained trying her best not to gain eye contact, she already felt stupid and careless through falling over in front of him, " again thank you for your help,but really it is me that should be helping you, will you let me look at your hands?" Tay asked, it was the best she could offer him in gratitude of what transpired. Tay gave a soft smile and indicated for him to show her his hands " if you will let me that is..call this a show of my gratitude"
It seemed that she was okay. According to Taenya, or Tay, her tripping over things seem to happen a lot. Well, she was fine, and that's all that matters, as long as she doesn't get hurt again. When she spoke of him getting hurt, he looked at his hand and saw that he was just bleeding from the punch. It really didn't feel all that bad to him, which was the strange part. Oh this, eh? Well, I actually specialize in hand to hand combat raiment, because of my knit. Thing is, this sort of stuff isn't new to me. Azura said to Tay. He let her have his hand anyway, because she seemed so worried that he couldn't pass up the offer. It's better than her keeping away from her because of his knit.
Tay as she prefered to be called took his hand. examining it she realised that it was not as bad as it seemed though with skin contact and concentration she focused her healing to his hand with her own touch her hands glowing with a whitish to fluorescent blue glow before it would fade having sealed the wounds, something as minor as this was barely caused any discomfort for her , but it did cause her to yawn embarrassingly. " y-yes well my knit is more of the peaceful type of harmony and reflection, i hope my healing has aided you some, but i must apologise i need to return to my dorm for slumber before the dawn for i have lessons to attend to on the morrow so good day to you Azure" Bowing her head out of respect and embarrassment Tay would pick up her pace collecting her book from the seat she were once in and leave .
