Jorshal Vuntana
Jun 13th, 2005, 01:42:56 PM
OOC: I'm looking to have a little interaction with some of the newcomers so this spar is closed to established members of the order. Thanks.
IC: In his mind, a steady beat repeated and his arms echoed it as they sliced through the air with strict precision. In his hands he wielded a perfectly forged sai. Should an opponent, or even a friend, have been standing there they would surely have died. Surely would have died if they were six feet tall, in great physical condition with average chest muscle density, and smart enough to have seen that Jorshal left his right side open to an attack at the waist level. Should the tip of the sai have been off by even an inch, it wouldn't have frozen the pectoral muscle, and therefore the deltoid, which gave the attack at Jorshal's waist its power. Should there have been an opponent there, his arm would have stiffened and slowed only causing a minor wound in Jorshal's waist. But his opponent was not there and that was the problem.
He twisted the sai's into a non-leathal position and glanced around the training grounds. There were so many newcomers as of late that it strained his mind. He had been wrapped up in his own affairs that he had barely had time to be introduced to any of them. To relieve stress and simply let his mind go, Nadja had suggested he go to the training vault and work out, maybe even spar with one of the newcomers. One particular acolyte, maybe an apprentice, caught his eye. Despite their reserve, every apprentice always showed their brashfullness and pride a little too brightly upon arrival. In his mind he had already judged them all as one approached him.
IC: In his mind, a steady beat repeated and his arms echoed it as they sliced through the air with strict precision. In his hands he wielded a perfectly forged sai. Should an opponent, or even a friend, have been standing there they would surely have died. Surely would have died if they were six feet tall, in great physical condition with average chest muscle density, and smart enough to have seen that Jorshal left his right side open to an attack at the waist level. Should the tip of the sai have been off by even an inch, it wouldn't have frozen the pectoral muscle, and therefore the deltoid, which gave the attack at Jorshal's waist its power. Should there have been an opponent there, his arm would have stiffened and slowed only causing a minor wound in Jorshal's waist. But his opponent was not there and that was the problem.
He twisted the sai's into a non-leathal position and glanced around the training grounds. There were so many newcomers as of late that it strained his mind. He had been wrapped up in his own affairs that he had barely had time to be introduced to any of them. To relieve stress and simply let his mind go, Nadja had suggested he go to the training vault and work out, maybe even spar with one of the newcomers. One particular acolyte, maybe an apprentice, caught his eye. Despite their reserve, every apprentice always showed their brashfullness and pride a little too brightly upon arrival. In his mind he had already judged them all as one approached him.