exsilium | 1st Oath

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[Maybe he's been seen a few times already, or this might be the first day, but Enno's been out since the bombing helping with the rebuilding efforts and as a result learning just a tiny bit about masonry. Mostly he's just carrying things, and even if the Transports haven't noticed; the Natives sure have.

They've been hard at work too, pelting him with what vegetables they can spare, calling him names, and of course just generally insulting him. They do it because he hasn't lifted the first hand against them. He's just grim-faced and stubbornly hauling stone, brick, and metal to and from reconstruction sights, and will be doing it for at least 6 hours today. It has been longer the previous few but he has to train later. He's also not wearing armor or his swords, nor has been. He is instead wearing a double-breasted sleeveless tunic-vest, a white shirt with a lacing neck, some leather gloves, knee-high boots that some rough material pants are tucked into. It has a neat appearance to it for the most part, but that's because he was a soldier.]

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[He's had time to wash by the time his tablet camera blinks on. Enno stares at it for some time before he opens his mouth to speak. Instead of doing so, he quickly turns back to what he was doing, which involved sitting away enough from the camera to let it be seen; he is polishing the breastplate of his armor. It's not to give it a mirror shine, but so it looks nice at least. He glances at the camera a few times, trying to speak. He finally sets it down, picking up his larger sword, setting it against his shoulder so he can carefully sharpen it, and not slice into his neck.]

I apologize for the long pause, I am not a public speaker. [Enno turns the sword over so he can get started on the other side.] I thought that doing something to occupy me might help but... [A small huff] I am not a prideful man. During the bombing, I of course could not do much. I would like to ask for help in improving my sword skill, and perhaps other techniques. If anyone needs assistance, I can help, and have been, with the rebuilding. I am also a decent blacksmith. I do not want to sit idly by and be taken as easy prey, I wish to hone myself so we might eventually take the fight to them, or at least so I can better aide anyone in the next mission.

[Now Enno takes a piece of leather and carefully takes it to the edge for the final touches.] I'd also like to speak with the Initiative privately about obtaining an item from home.

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[That's a pretty foreign-sounding name. He mumbles it a few times before answering.]

I am Colin Enno Diederich, the third, Fwer Castagnier. When would you like to spar together?

[A title? And with a name like that Emil wonders what kind of person he's talking to, not that it changes his answer.]

How is tomorrow afternoon?

Perfect, Fwer Castagnier. I will be waiting. Please do not be late.

I won't be. Thank you, and I'll see you tomorrow.

[Enno stood waiting in the training room the next day at the promised time. He was wearing his armor again, because part of keeping in shape was moving around with it. While one sword was on his hip, he held the other by the handle, letting it lean slightly so he could hold it better, this was important because he was only two inches taller than the six foot long sword.]

[It didn't take long for Emil to arrive, and honestly the sight of the swords surprised him. He wasn't that unfamiliar with huge swords after running into Decus enough times, but wow this one was longer than he was tall. Emil's sword was in its sheath on his back, meanwhile, and the weapon he'd received here - a silver ring - was on his finger. Taking that in, he wondered how Enno might fight (did he use both of those separately?) and smiled to greet him.]

I hope I didn't keep you waiting long.

[Enno gave a shake of his head-- Emil hadn't kept him waiting long at all. He also gave Emil a very small smile.]

Nein, Fwer Castagnier. I merely arrived early to find a suitable spot. Are you ready or do you need to prepare? [He then brought a hand up to his chin, debating a matter for a few beats before looking at Emil directly again.] Will we use the Sentience weapons provided by the Initiative?

[Emil blinks, then holds up his hand to show off the ring there.]

I can't, not directly. This ring is the weapon I chose here. I fight with a sword I brought from my own world, and the ring has other effects.

[Enno nods at this and holds up his sword, his other hand coming to grip the hilt as well.]

They have bestowed it upon the sword my Father gave me. However, I doubt you will see the effects unless it is necessary to use them. Now...

[He drops low,taking a stance and with all his armor looks as solid as a rock.]

Ready yourself and come at me, Fwer.

[Emil takes his own stance, noting the difference between Enno's and his own. Just from that he'd venture that his new friend fights very differently than he does - which should make this interesting. Hey, he wanted to improve.

He circles around for a moment, eying Enno carefully until he identifies what he hopes is the best potential weak spot he can find and closing in on that side, quick and rough.]

[At the same time, Enno is sizing up Emil's stance. It looks rougher than his own, but when Emil closes the distance quickly, Enno figures he can make up any deficits with pure agility. This was good for Enno's own improvement, but might prove badly for him until he learns.

As his friend tries to drive his sword home, Enno quickly brings his down, using it to block, but still hears a brief screech of steel and steel, at his side. Pushing now, Enno grunts as he works to heave the lighter foe off with brute strength before he gives a wide slash to try and create more distance with his superior reach.]

[Emil backs off quickly before he takes too bad of a hit; normally he'd rush back in as soon as he saw a chance, but without Marta's support he's been trying to be more careful. He keeps his distance from a moment, watching to see if Enno takes any further action.]

[Completing the slash, Enno brings the sword back around and locks both hands onto the hilt again, holding it up this time to thrust as he gives a brief run at Emil.

One thing that can be noticed is that his safety isn't being taken perfectly into consideration now that things are actually under way. This isn't saying that caution has been entirely thrown to the wind as Enno is careful of things like not over-extending his thrust, but his guard is decidedly broken.]

[Emil dodges, but he takes half a second to note Enno's position and confirm that what he's seeing is there. That much time is still precious, though, so he just barely dodges out of Enno's path, unfortunately leaving him in not much of a position to counterattack immediately.

He moves to adjust himself as soon as he can, moving forward to launch an attack of his own, but his defenses are shaky as well now despite a clear effort to keep his guard up.]

[There are problems for Enno as well.

Or at least should be. Certainly he may have Emil trying to scramble a defense, but with his reach, fighting in close would be much more difficult. Thankfully, Enno's sword has a bit of design made for such moments, if not intentionally. Letting go with one hand, he shifts his grip up to the unsharpened area beneath the two smaller parrying hooks and twists the weapon rather like one might a polearm. It is not his usual style, really. This much likely comes through in how awkward and hesitant the motion is. Mostly, it is to create distance again, with which he's moving for another wide slash to cut off Emil's oncoming attack. Though, through all of this, there is a small smile showing; Emil is making him have to think rather than just move through the usual motions.]

[Emil's not expecting that, so he's caught unprepared and his shaky position isn't helping any. He nearly stumbles as their blades clash, and he leaps back when he can to try and regain his balance.]

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