Dance in the Gardens
Both Alexander and Lenoura were standing face-to-face in the middle of the Halidom’s garden. The setting was lightened by the open sun’s beam which reflected from the many flowers and grasses of the yard. Where the two were standing was an open grass ring which were surrounded by walls of stone with different species of plants growing on each section but on one end was a fountain which attracted the most shine. The water danced from the center pond and it’s complex sprays reflected that summer beam of the sun. The beauty of
Alexander angles his body so that his right side was pointing toward Lenoura’s way. He revealed the training short sword of wood sheathed on the left side of his belt. The young prince reached his hand around the hilt, he then drew it out from the ring of his belt. He flexed the sword in a circle until the blade’s edge pointed upward in front of Alexander’s face so that from his opponent’s perspective so that the sword borders between his two eyes.
His wooden sword was nothing special then any other mock battle piece. Like the others that many trainees use before practicing with the real thing. Leather wrapped around the hilt to simulate the exact design as an iron blade, this will be the same feel as when they use an actual blade. The hilt was not thick but was wooden solid, it’s heavier then the guard of a steel sword. It’s meant to be heavy to get the recruits more comfortable. The blade was lighter compared to the guard, it’s thick but blunted to the blade. It won’t open flesh but can cause trauma if swung hard enough.
Lenoura held in her hand was a wooden staff which was long but was heightened enough for the girl’s stature. She lifted the staff and twirled the staff creating a barrier around her sides. She took careful steps circling around Alexander. The howling sound of her streaking weapon can be heard around her spinning from one side to the other. She executed all of this without breaking eye contact with Alexander. The primary rule in combat that she learned was always know exactly where your opponent is at all time. She flowed the twirl and guided the staff out of it to elevate into her stance. Her right side of her body angled toward Alexander with her staff lowered and angled to a position where both her hands were comfortable to flex an attack or counter attack.
The staff was as simplistic as it will ever be, the point of it was to simulate the feel of the lance. The center was coated with stingray skin like the Killer Edge, just like the real thing. One end had a full red marking to indicate where the blade is at, meant to teach the trainee to be aware of.
Alexander shifted his footing rotating his body the other way, now it’s his left side facing Lenoura. He swung his sword at an lower angled formation with his right arm covering the upper side and his left reaching around and gripping the hilt from under, a style similar to Lucina’s battle stance.
The duo’s glares connected to one another, they take the first few moments reading the opposition through their innocent but burning eyes. The focus of their warrior senses slowed their surroundings, as if they were the only ones in this worlds.
Alexander grinned of cockiness and use his noble manner to taunt “Ladies first.”
Lenoura shrugged and took it as the opposition’s first mistake “Your funeral” she then lunged forward, sliding her back foot to meet with her front and stepped forward with that one. She can sense that she was at an even distance with hr longer weapon. Circling the tip of the staff counter clockwise she meets her weapon toward Alexander with a vertical swing.
The Ylissean swung his sword back around and flowed it upward to clash with the incoming weapon, he sped the swing to stop the staff at a sudden halt. In a split second he pushed the staff with the tip of his blade to push it down on the ground to his left
The Warrior Princess flexed her staff back up to a blocking technique. She spun it 90 degrees with both hands as it stood vertical to create a wall to stop the horizontal attack. She caught the sword in the middle between her hands. She lifted the sword with the staff and pushed it back above Alexander.
Alexander felt the weight from the force as he was thrown off. The sudden thing he can see is Lenoura rotating the staff around to her left. He knew what’s next, she’s gonna swing horizontally. Without haste, he leaped at a distance from Lenoura. It was early enough to miss the swing. He completed the dodge with a roll, and he recovered back on his feet. He and Lenoura stood in their battle stances, only this time Alexander felt that he should make the first move this time. He jumped towards Lenoura, halfway in flight he readied his brother for an overhead strike. His arms bent to get the sword a few centimeters from his back. He timed it and flagged his sword over the top and down upon her.
Lenoura once again angled her staff to block the blade before it got close to her head. She used her strength to stop the blade and push it to stay where it is. Lenoura eyed Alexander’s footing to a crouching position, she sees this as an opportunity. She lowers herself down in a crouching stance. Eye leveling with Alexander, she slid her right leg out and swept it around toward Alexander’s extended foot.
The force pulled Alexander’s legging off causing him to loose balance and collapse to the pavement. Looking back up, he can see Lenoura lining up for a vertical and the arc streaked over her head. Alexander rolled fast away and missed the staff’s range by a few centimeters. He feel the blow from the strike with a loud clack of the wooden tip clashing against the stone ground. He immediately recovered back on his feet as he exited his roll. By now sweat had already stringed down his delicate face, his heart beating rapidly like a drum, and his hands shaking no matter how hard he tried to contain it. The feel of the battle is taking affect on him even though it was a few seconds of the fight. He didn’t seem to mind as he saw Lenoura in the same state as well. Alexander’s stamina somewhat returned and he sprinted back at his friend. Alexander tucking his sword within his arms. He entered the imaginary circle of Lenoura’s range and catapulted his blade straight forward. Accurately streaking to the center of his opponent’s body.
Lenoura quickly shifted a step to her left, and the sword’s extend past her blowing through her as she missed the fury by a small distance. She then swung her staff from under the sword and ringed the sword within Alexander’s hand.
The Prince reacted through reflex and brought the sword back close to him and he stepped back to distance himself from Lenoura. He spotted his opponent attempting to vertical strike. He flexed his blade to a blocking angle sideways above his head as far as he could, knowing he’ll feel the full force when the sword catches it. As anticipated the blow quaked in his sword and into his arm. He was able to stop the strike before it could land upon his head. Like holding a real steel, Alexander kept both hands on the hilt and not balancing one of the hands on the blade.
Lenoura’s kept the red end forced down on the blade. When she felt that Alexander is too bent on pushing the blade up, she then slid her staff toward the side where the sword’s guard towered up. The edge of the staff struck the guard and Lenoura forced the guard along with the sword down to the ground leaving Alexander open. She turned The staff up around for a horizontal swing.
Alexander regained his balance and reacted to the incoming blow. He lifted his downed sword to create a vertical wall on his where the staff is streaking toward. He got the sword in place to stop the blow. Alexander noticed the shock in Lenoura’s face, and used this advantage without haste. In the split second she was trying to register, Alexander lifted the stopped staff with his blade up. The clashed weapons counter-clockwised over the top between the wielders and down on the other side. Alexander slammed the pinned staff to the ground, similar to Lenoura’s previous move. Alexander had the upper hand in this strategy since his weapon is shorter and more flexible within the closer space as compared to Lenoura’s longer staff. He now redirected his blade toward the exposed Princess and the blade struck her in the shoulder.
The landing knocked her off her feet. She lost her grip over her staff and she flew a few inches over the grassland and fell upon a bed of flowers. Luckily the it broke her fall, but she still felt the pain from her shoulder.
Alexander smiled in victory as he sheathed his sword back into the ring of his belt. Though still concerned about Lenoura, as an Ylissean noble he must show professionalism especially in duels. felt the winds of the cool summer wind back on his face again now that the fighting is over. He then set his eyes at Lenoura’s training staff, embedded with the soft raise of green. He close in on it and crouched down to pick it up. Much to his surprised, the weight of the staff was close to nothing compared to his draggy wooden sword. When he looked over to where Lenoura was, he saw that she was still lying flat upon the bed of flowers hand gripping the shoulder that he struck. Alexander walked toward her.
Lenoura saw Alexander obscuring the shinning sun before her eyes.
The smiling Prince leaned forward to get a closer look “You alright Lenoura?”
Lenoura smiled with red blush across her pretty face “Yeah thanks.”
Alexander kept his smile upon his lips and asked “Heart still racing.”
“Yup” Lenoura replied.
Alexander placed his free hand over his chest “Mine too.” He then extended Lenoura’s staff over her within reach.
Lenoura gripped the staff with her hand, and then she felt the sense of being pulled up from the staff by Alexander. Alexander released her staff and now it’s back in her possession.
The two stood where they were in the center of the garden in a awkward silence. All that was sounding was the howl of the wind which flagged their hanging hairs and the flowers and grass around them. Their eyes were connected but that was all they were doing in the heat of the moment
Alexander decided to break the tension and said “Sorry about your shoulder.”
“It’s okay.” Lenoura replied in a kind tone. She slugged Alexander’s upper arm with the blunt of her small but tough fist. She saw Alexander somewhat flinched and grunted softly. “Now we’re even.” She said in her still soft tone carrying up an innocent smile.
Alexander rubbed the pain with his hand but he walked it off at an instant, feeling that she did hold somewhat back. So he masked himself with a smile “Well we shouldn’t keep everyone waiting.”
They both began to walk to the entrance into the castle under the now orange sky.