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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2010 20:08:09 GMT -5
Uther was moving around the Training Grounds admiring this knights. It had been a long time since he was out here with his comrades training to defeat the evils that plagued the lands. As he walked, Guards, Knights, and Citizens bowed and kneed before him. Uther simply nodded to them and dismissed them with a wave of his hand. Being the King of Camelot was a great thing, but sometimes it got boring.
He missed the action and adventures he used to have. But now, he was King and it was his responsibility to take care of his people and kingdom and not to thing about such foolish things. The King walked down the Training Grounds and found abandoned figure made of hay. He stared at it and smirked slightly. "Well, I should brush up on my swordplay." he muttered to himself.
Uther pulled out his sword and pointed it to the middle section of the hay dummy. He slowly circled it then swung his sword high and slashed at it at an angle. He circled up and slashed from the other side. With that, Uther spun around and shoved the blade into the hay figures stomach. From behind him, he heard footsteps that stopped close by.
The King pulled his sword from the dummy and quickly shoved it in it's sheath. Uther spun around and cleared his voice to see who it was that approached him.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on May 11, 2010 20:23:38 GMT -5
Arthur was getting ready for his daily ritual of training. He was adjusting his glove when he walked out of the weapon room to see a very unfamiliar image. His father . . . was . . . training?! Very interesting indeed. Of course, Arthur understood why he had to. After all, he had just participated in a battle to the death, ironically, with the undead, but still! He could have been severely wounded, and Arthur was just thankful that his father managed to remain unwounded during the fight. As he approached him, he kept his sword on his side at first.
"Getting slow in your old age," he said, teasing his father, without going quite as far as to disrespect him. The comment itself was something he did not ordinarily say, but after what Uther told him once the fight had been over . . . Arthur had a little more confidence in his words. He walked closer to him, smiling at the King. "I have not seen you here for quite some time. Would you like me to give you a few tips Sire?" he asked, completely kidding. He knew his father was an exceptional swordsman. He was after all the one who had trained Arthur . . . well one of the men who had.
[Sorry! My post is a little short . . . they will get longer, promise!]
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