Post by Geraldine Killian on Jun 13, 2014 22:18:44 GMT -6
Geraldine Rosalie Killian set her foot to the edge of the blade, not aware of her opponent's deception. And even if she were aware, it wouldn't have changed much. Maybe how hard she swung... but other than that not much. Geraldine had been taught in her training from her father that every move she made had to reflect her position, her status and the expectations of her. Discipline, honor and intelligence had to be the order of the day if she wanted to be able to wear Killian Green proudly. She was being examined every waking moment by peers, family and nobles. But there was a more important person who knew even her inner most workings.
Herself.
Pride, righteous pride, had to be hard won by the inner observance and obedience of the rules and faith she held. She might not bear a gift from Orik, but she served him none the less as a member of Shield and as an heir to a proud noble family of Domhan Tir. She had been set for to set and example by the god, placed in the position she was by divine rights and not anyone else's desire or design. She owed the forest and mountains a lot and so she had to represent them just as strongly as she did her own village and blood.
She pressed her heel to the blade. In faith that no matter what happened, she was overseen by Orik and his healers, which were ever present at the tournament. In honor, as she had promised to make this fight a fair one. In sportsmanship as she understood the word, where everyone was set on equal footing.
Her fists were raised and she returned to her stony expression. It was not seemly to show enjoyment of battle, especially for a woman unmarried who had yet to be spoken for.
And so she did as she promised. She swung with her right arm first, keeping her left up to block anything that might come at her. Her aim was straight out, so chest or shoulders most likely. It wasn't right if she made a strike at the face, especially if they weren't expecting it. This person's readiness for battle had been brought into question... and Geraldine did not want to win on something as petty as a sucker punch.
As she blocked with her left for whatever might be coming, she braced herself for any pain that might come.
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1 - swing with the right fist
1 - block with the left arm/fist
Herself.
Pride, righteous pride, had to be hard won by the inner observance and obedience of the rules and faith she held. She might not bear a gift from Orik, but she served him none the less as a member of Shield and as an heir to a proud noble family of Domhan Tir. She had been set for to set and example by the god, placed in the position she was by divine rights and not anyone else's desire or design. She owed the forest and mountains a lot and so she had to represent them just as strongly as she did her own village and blood.
She pressed her heel to the blade. In faith that no matter what happened, she was overseen by Orik and his healers, which were ever present at the tournament. In honor, as she had promised to make this fight a fair one. In sportsmanship as she understood the word, where everyone was set on equal footing.
Her fists were raised and she returned to her stony expression. It was not seemly to show enjoyment of battle, especially for a woman unmarried who had yet to be spoken for.
And so she did as she promised. She swung with her right arm first, keeping her left up to block anything that might come at her. Her aim was straight out, so chest or shoulders most likely. It wasn't right if she made a strike at the face, especially if they weren't expecting it. This person's readiness for battle had been brought into question... and Geraldine did not want to win on something as petty as a sucker punch.
As she blocked with her left for whatever might be coming, she braced herself for any pain that might come.
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1 - swing with the right fist
1 - block with the left arm/fist