Ymiden 25, Arc 720
On the 25th trial of Ymiden, the son of Ziell finally returned to the Fitness Centre. For the previous couple of trials, he had practiced in his training room in his sizeable apartment in the Obsidian Prism. His training dummy had been damaged during one of his Transmutation experiments though; besides, he wished to practice with someone else again for a change, and the facilities of the Fitness Centre were better suited to a joint Menochoros session. Ultimately, he also wished to have a word with Lida’via, his former Menochoros instructor and, possibly, arrange a few more advanced lessons with her.
For the time being, he stood facing his training partner Taelis, a slender and blue-skinned Eidisi male with white eyes and equally white hair that he had first met during a Menochoros class the season before though. One of his research assistants, Plia, a young woman of mixed Eidisi and Ellune descent, sat on a bench that stood in front of the wall, her hands folded in her lap, watching them closely. While the young woman had no interest in practicing unarmed combat herself – she preferred bladed weapons – she could not help but be curious and asked if she would be allowed to accompany them and watch.
She had never seen her employer fight without a sword.
Doran was dressed in comfortable, plain black clothes that would not restrict his movements rather than in the elegant clothes that he normally wore, and his feet were bare. He had discovered that he felt things better if he did not have any shoes on; besides, footwear had the potential of affecting the execution of your technique negatively.
Furthermore, your kicks tended to be less damaging without shoes, and he did not wish to injure anyone during a training session (real fights were a different matter, of course).
For the same reason, both of them would only be using very little of their strength – or stop an inch or two before their hands or feet made contact with the body of their opponent.
Taelis and he had just warmed up and performed a few different kinds of stretches – a necessity when you planned on practicing unarmed combat, even if you were a comparatively experienced fighter – and now they were finally ready for their training to begin in earnest.
Doran did not say anything to his training partner, but simply inclined his head before he extended a hand that was lined with crimson markings – one of his Awakenings, a consequence of his progressing in his chosen magic – and gestured for him to come closer. He would allow the Eidisi who was less skilled than he was to make the first move.
Taelis nodded in agreement before he advanced, nearly without hesitation.
The Mortalborn spread his legs, placed his right leg slightly behind his left leg and raised his arms so that he would be able to protect his face, should such turn out to be necessary, looking straight at Taelis, watching him and waiting, his face unreadable.
When the Eidisi had almost reached him and executed a kick towards his midsection, he swiftly moved out of the way of the attack and to his opponent’s side, turning his torso slightly and lowering his left arm as he did so while he raised his right arm slightly higher than he had before.
Taelis’ leg moved past the Mortalborn without coming in contact with his body.
Doran did not stop after he had evaded the attack and simply wait for the Eidisi’s next move though. Instead, he aimed for his training partner’s chin with his left hand, striking while Taelis was still standing on one foot. But a moment later, his right hand followed suit with another punch before he quickly moved backwards again. Had this been a real fight, he would have tried to end things then and there; they were only practicing though, and thus it would be more beneficial to draw the fight out.
On the 25th trial of Ymiden, the son of Ziell finally returned to the Fitness Centre. For the previous couple of trials, he had practiced in his training room in his sizeable apartment in the Obsidian Prism. His training dummy had been damaged during one of his Transmutation experiments though; besides, he wished to practice with someone else again for a change, and the facilities of the Fitness Centre were better suited to a joint Menochoros session. Ultimately, he also wished to have a word with Lida’via, his former Menochoros instructor and, possibly, arrange a few more advanced lessons with her.
For the time being, he stood facing his training partner Taelis, a slender and blue-skinned Eidisi male with white eyes and equally white hair that he had first met during a Menochoros class the season before though. One of his research assistants, Plia, a young woman of mixed Eidisi and Ellune descent, sat on a bench that stood in front of the wall, her hands folded in her lap, watching them closely. While the young woman had no interest in practicing unarmed combat herself – she preferred bladed weapons – she could not help but be curious and asked if she would be allowed to accompany them and watch.
She had never seen her employer fight without a sword.
Doran was dressed in comfortable, plain black clothes that would not restrict his movements rather than in the elegant clothes that he normally wore, and his feet were bare. He had discovered that he felt things better if he did not have any shoes on; besides, footwear had the potential of affecting the execution of your technique negatively.
Furthermore, your kicks tended to be less damaging without shoes, and he did not wish to injure anyone during a training session (real fights were a different matter, of course).
For the same reason, both of them would only be using very little of their strength – or stop an inch or two before their hands or feet made contact with the body of their opponent.
Taelis and he had just warmed up and performed a few different kinds of stretches – a necessity when you planned on practicing unarmed combat, even if you were a comparatively experienced fighter – and now they were finally ready for their training to begin in earnest.
Doran did not say anything to his training partner, but simply inclined his head before he extended a hand that was lined with crimson markings – one of his Awakenings, a consequence of his progressing in his chosen magic – and gestured for him to come closer. He would allow the Eidisi who was less skilled than he was to make the first move.
Taelis nodded in agreement before he advanced, nearly without hesitation.
The Mortalborn spread his legs, placed his right leg slightly behind his left leg and raised his arms so that he would be able to protect his face, should such turn out to be necessary, looking straight at Taelis, watching him and waiting, his face unreadable.
When the Eidisi had almost reached him and executed a kick towards his midsection, he swiftly moved out of the way of the attack and to his opponent’s side, turning his torso slightly and lowering his left arm as he did so while he raised his right arm slightly higher than he had before.
Taelis’ leg moved past the Mortalborn without coming in contact with his body.
Doran did not stop after he had evaded the attack and simply wait for the Eidisi’s next move though. Instead, he aimed for his training partner’s chin with his left hand, striking while Taelis was still standing on one foot. But a moment later, his right hand followed suit with another punch before he quickly moved backwards again. Had this been a real fight, he would have tried to end things then and there; they were only practicing though, and thus it would be more beneficial to draw the fight out.
