Post by Aramil Marcus Cassidy on Jul 10, 2013 19:55:39 GMT -5
After being back for a few months Aramil was enjoying taking out his anger on the population of his soldiers. He was a captain after all and it came with some perks and stipulations. But when it was during war games, he was nothing more then another soldier on the battlefield. He was not seen as a captain he was seen as a combatant. It gave him the chance to prove to all the soldiers he deserved the rank of captain. Each day he put his rank on the line in bouts of strength and battle against his fellow soldiers not literally of course but figuratively. He was earning respect among the ranks so to speak. The bouts were gladiator style but used with wooden training weapons and not real ones. He didn't want to kill his fellow soldier but keep them alive with minor bruises and cuts.
Aramil stood in a sand circle almost like a gladiator stadium but there was no walls around them it was a open field. There were benches around where other soldiers and officers sat to watch the matches take place. There was a small area alone for royalty to sit or the general if one of them so choose to come down and watch as well. It was a marble stone seat accented with silk cloth and pillows. Aramil was shirtless with just his pants and leather boots on. In his right hand was a wooden broad sword. In his left arm was a wooden training shield. These shields were weighted to simulate the weight of a metal one that soldiers normally carried on a daily basis. Across from him stood a no name soldier with rugged features along with the same wooden sword and shield.
Aramil and the man saluted but right as Aramil saluted the soldier did a half salute and rushed him. Aramil side stepped as the man thrusted his sword where his chest was. Aramil stepped forward his left foot now in between the soldiers as he shoved his shield into the chest of the man that was now off guard. The top of the shield slammed into the mans chin causing it to bleed from the force of the blow. The man staggered backwards but managed to stay on his feet and rushed forward once more thrusting his sword into Aramils chest. Aramil quickly used his own sword and knocked aside his lazy attempt at trying to hit him. As he did so Aramil took his shield to the mans foot making him cry out as the bottom of the shield crushed the mans foot. As the man cried out Aramil uppercut with the shield with all his might. The shield connected once more with the mans chin lifting him a foot off the ground as he feel backwards on his back knocked out.
Even the quick battle was a test of his stamnia as sweat began to build up from the heat of the day and the quick battle. Aramil went to a nearby bench and grabbed a cloth wiping his brow along with is neck and chest before returning to the middle of the ring for his next match.
Aramil stood in a sand circle almost like a gladiator stadium but there was no walls around them it was a open field. There were benches around where other soldiers and officers sat to watch the matches take place. There was a small area alone for royalty to sit or the general if one of them so choose to come down and watch as well. It was a marble stone seat accented with silk cloth and pillows. Aramil was shirtless with just his pants and leather boots on. In his right hand was a wooden broad sword. In his left arm was a wooden training shield. These shields were weighted to simulate the weight of a metal one that soldiers normally carried on a daily basis. Across from him stood a no name soldier with rugged features along with the same wooden sword and shield.
Aramil and the man saluted but right as Aramil saluted the soldier did a half salute and rushed him. Aramil side stepped as the man thrusted his sword where his chest was. Aramil stepped forward his left foot now in between the soldiers as he shoved his shield into the chest of the man that was now off guard. The top of the shield slammed into the mans chin causing it to bleed from the force of the blow. The man staggered backwards but managed to stay on his feet and rushed forward once more thrusting his sword into Aramils chest. Aramil quickly used his own sword and knocked aside his lazy attempt at trying to hit him. As he did so Aramil took his shield to the mans foot making him cry out as the bottom of the shield crushed the mans foot. As the man cried out Aramil uppercut with the shield with all his might. The shield connected once more with the mans chin lifting him a foot off the ground as he feel backwards on his back knocked out.
Even the quick battle was a test of his stamnia as sweat began to build up from the heat of the day and the quick battle. Aramil went to a nearby bench and grabbed a cloth wiping his brow along with is neck and chest before returning to the middle of the ring for his next match.
