Post by Erek Blackmore on Aug 23, 2017 18:37:51 GMT -5
Several days after their clash, Erek was still within the castle-- he’d been with Frey the entire time, through the apology to the Quincy, helping them rearrange the castle forces, repairing the damage to the castle and cleaning up the surrounding forestry from the damage their clash had caused. Now, it was time for Erek to act on something that their battle had made him notice-- when it came to her skills, she was sloppy.
Anger had clouded her vision, but that shouldn’t matter when compared to an individual's ability to utilize their muscle-memory, but when it came to unarmed fighting, Freyleif didn’t have any. Her punches had been sloppy, full of power and tremendous speed-- but not much else. The girl was their Queen-- she was supposed to be skilled in all forms of combat, and the clash had made him realize how much she was lacking when it came to details.
First, it had been her blut-- she had said that her unarmed combat was lacking, but he had no idea it was to such a severe degree-- but now he had seen it in action, and he wanted to fix it. Hel, to a degree-- her hirenkyaku, was also lacking in skill, though not by near as much. That was something he could help with quite confidently, and so there he was-- cracking his knuckles against the door to her office.
“Freyleif, it’s me,” he stated calmly-- the guards not having even asked him for his identification any longer-- after the incident with her word had spread quite quickly it would seem. He’d been pulled aside and thanked more times than he could count, and all of them had been underserved in his opinion. He wasn’t ready for any levels of responsibility just yet-- at least not until he had returned from Britain, he felt he needed to face his family before he went and accepted titles or positions within the Order.
Once the call to enter was given, Erek calmly pushed the door open, closing it behind him as he moved forward-- she’d changed, tremendously since their clash. She was giving herself goals, she was constantly staying on top of her paperwork, responsibilities, communicating with guards and others in the Order, making moves that before-- she had been too scared to attempt. He’d offered his advice when needed, but for the most part-- Freyleif had done it all herself, and he was proud of her for that.
His arms clasped behind his back he would stand calmly at attention, allowing her to finish whatever she was focusing on first-- once he had her full attention he would arch a brow slightly.
“Anything that needs to be done right this minute, or do you have some time to better yourself?” The question was light but quite serious-- he wouldn’t waste the girls time with small talking or attempts at training him, not when she had enough on her plate to deal with as it was. No, but if it was something that he could do to help better her-- help her cover her weaknesses and keep her edge sharp, well, that was something else entirely.
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Anger had clouded her vision, but that shouldn’t matter when compared to an individual's ability to utilize their muscle-memory, but when it came to unarmed fighting, Freyleif didn’t have any. Her punches had been sloppy, full of power and tremendous speed-- but not much else. The girl was their Queen-- she was supposed to be skilled in all forms of combat, and the clash had made him realize how much she was lacking when it came to details.
First, it had been her blut-- she had said that her unarmed combat was lacking, but he had no idea it was to such a severe degree-- but now he had seen it in action, and he wanted to fix it. Hel, to a degree-- her hirenkyaku, was also lacking in skill, though not by near as much. That was something he could help with quite confidently, and so there he was-- cracking his knuckles against the door to her office.
“Freyleif, it’s me,” he stated calmly-- the guards not having even asked him for his identification any longer-- after the incident with her word had spread quite quickly it would seem. He’d been pulled aside and thanked more times than he could count, and all of them had been underserved in his opinion. He wasn’t ready for any levels of responsibility just yet-- at least not until he had returned from Britain, he felt he needed to face his family before he went and accepted titles or positions within the Order.
Once the call to enter was given, Erek calmly pushed the door open, closing it behind him as he moved forward-- she’d changed, tremendously since their clash. She was giving herself goals, she was constantly staying on top of her paperwork, responsibilities, communicating with guards and others in the Order, making moves that before-- she had been too scared to attempt. He’d offered his advice when needed, but for the most part-- Freyleif had done it all herself, and he was proud of her for that.
His arms clasped behind his back he would stand calmly at attention, allowing her to finish whatever she was focusing on first-- once he had her full attention he would arch a brow slightly.
“Anything that needs to be done right this minute, or do you have some time to better yourself?” The question was light but quite serious-- he wouldn’t waste the girls time with small talking or attempts at training him, not when she had enough on her plate to deal with as it was. No, but if it was something that he could do to help better her-- help her cover her weaknesses and keep her edge sharp, well, that was something else entirely.
Tags: @scorchys
Post Words: 528
Thread Words: 528