[open] Axes of the Dwarves! The Dwarves are upon you!

[disdainfully]

Who: OPEN!!! Anyone and everyone is welcome here, please drop in!
When: March 15th.
Where: The Thorsson backyard.
What: Sparring! Characters who have no weapons yet but want to try out something, or who want to try out new weapons, are welcome as well!
Warnings: Violence.


Imagine that there was a network post asking for people to come to a afternoon of sparring and training/trying to force echoes. There was a specific emphasis in the post for people to not bring powers or firearms into the mix, only all kinds of short range weapons - swords, axes, knives, maces, halberds, anything really. A part of the idea, as was explained, was not only to provide a place to try out different weapons but also to have multiple people use weapons in a small area, allowing for battle echoes.

So the day has come! The place is the backyard of the Thorsson's downtown store/private buildings, a relatively large areal closed off with buildings belonging to the family on all sides.

There are all kinds of weapons - real ones and some larp weapons as well - on a table in a corner of the backyard that cannot be used for sparring since swings, a sandbox and a bench are located there. Protective gear like chainmail and helmets can be found as well. Some refreshments in form of apples, juice boxes and bananas, all in open boxes, have been placed next to them along with water in bottles.

So those that brought no weapons can borrow those proffered, and those that brought their own ones can try out others as well.


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[proudbraveandtall]

Some portion of combat experience must have come down with that axe-expertise as well, because he can tell more about what's going on with Thorir's body movements now than he used to be able to. Not that he hasn't always been able to read his brother to some degree, they are siblings, after all, but he's just noticing more on his own now. That familiarity with the sword and not-quite-so-familiarity with the axe are obvious to him where they wouldn't have been before.

"You ever known me to back down from anything like this?" The axes are lifted down and he turns, settling into a comfortable stance with them raised before his face, one foot slightly in front of the other. "I can kick you into next week."

[disdainfully]

"Next week just called and told me that it was you who came to visit her." He's not exactly grinning, but the situation obviously fills him with a degree of delight still. It oddly resembles a game of basketball that would just turn out more physical than it should when they were younger - just that this is a lot more physical and violent. But they are also older, and have other abilities.

...And with those words, he will get into motion, running, almost leaping towards his brother and only stepping sidewards at the last second, only just close enough to bring his sword down on the other man. Or rather, swing it sideways, roughly on level of their hips.

It doesn't quite feel like the first time, but it definitely is and he has no idea how Hjalti will fight with those axes of his, so it's more a testing of the other man's response than a full attack.

[proudbraveandtall]

"Seriously? We really have to get you some better taunts, you can't just re-purpose mine all the time." Contrary to Thorir, Hjalti is undoubtedly grinning. Moreso, it's a confident grin, exactly as if this isn't the first time this has happened. And, given that there was a pulse earlier, for his body it isn't, even if for his mind it is.

And that body memory is what kicks in the moment Thorir starts moving. His brother's running but he's not staying still, shifting his back leg to the side and pivoting on the ball of his foot as his brother rushes. His right hand sweeps out with its weapon, sweeping down in an arc to block the incoming sword, as his left swings in from the other direction in an upward chop with the dull blade. There's a harsh clang of metal meeting metal as the sword meets the shaft of the axe, and Hjalti continues the motion of the block, trying to sweep his brother's sword away.

[disdainfully]

Thorir changes direction at the contact of steel against steel, not letting himself be swept away but going with the motion enough to keep the sword in hand. The same movement brings him away from Hjalti, two steps to the side and back, just so out of reach. He doesn't halt there, though, because with the knowledge of how to handle a sword and shield of course also came all the things that are not directly related to the blade itself - knowing how to swing it would be useless without footing and balance, such things.

The motion continues instead and Thorir uses the momentum of body and blade to switch hand, and while the thrust of the axe is suboptimal, not unskilled but clearly inspired by another piece of weaponry (a shield, that is), aiming for one of the axes - his instinct is to aim for his brother's hand, technically, but they are unprotected and he's not going to do such a potentially harming move, his brain still too much on top of the situation to get overwhelmed with it.