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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 25, 2007 17:29:40 GMT -8
Gritting his teeth, Peregrine let Aden's blade cut his shoulder, closing his lips so no moan of pain escaped him. A sharp pain hit him, but he jerked away from it immediately and spun around, his sword out in front of him, grinning like a maniac while minimal blood blossumed under his white shirt.
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Nov 26, 2007 20:09:43 GMT -8
Aden didn't even blink when Peregrine continued to fight. There was no way a man of Peregrine Alexander's reputation would back down from a fight because of a rather small-looking wound. Aden pressed his attack, his blade struck out everywhere he saw an opening; simply hoping to wear down his smaller opponent.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 27, 2007 23:29:54 GMT -8
Peregrine blotted out the blood through his shirt and noted the look in Aden’s eyes. It was a look and an attitude that he knew rather well. People simply didn’t get that just because you were small didn’t mean you were weak or useless. To show Aden just how strong he was feeling, Peregrine stepped away from his opponent for a moment while he jumped into the air and spun about, landing again on his feet with his sword drawn and facing Aden, just waiting for him to attack again. Inwardly feeling tired and bored of the duel.
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Nov 28, 2007 14:46:02 GMT -8
Aden grinned at Peregrine's move and lunged forward with a strike aimed at the stomach. He pulled back at the last second and struck at his opponent from every angle he could, throwing in feints every now and then.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 29, 2007 15:10:53 GMT -8
Peregrine grinned widely and parryed all of Aden's attempts to attack him, then, in one swift movement, he jumped behind his opponent, grabbing him around the neck and pulling himself onto his back. This lifted Peregrine's feet off the ground none the less but he had a firm grasp on Aden's shoulders, he was still wondering whether the young holster could throw the strong knight off.
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Nov 30, 2007 15:31:38 GMT -8
Aden grunted in surprise and then backed up swiftly, slamming Peregrine between him and a wall of the stable. He did this repeatedly, hoping to at least loosten the smaller man's grip if not knock him out.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Nov 30, 2007 16:50:54 GMT -8
Peregrine winced as his small body was repeatedly slammed into the hard stone wall, but he did not relinquish his grasp, if anything it tightened it so that it was even more secure. Then, after some struggling, he managed to get his sword up to Aden's neck, gripping his collar bones with a death grip, Peregrine positioned his blade so that it and his arm encircled Aden's neck, and Revenger's blade was touching Aden's skin.
"Yield." Peregrine panted.
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Dec 1, 2007 11:19:36 GMT -8
Aden sighed and halted his slamming of Peregrine.
"All right, you win." He conceded, sheathing Dark Age and craning his neck in an attempt to look the older man in the eye.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Dec 1, 2007 22:20:37 GMT -8
Peregrine nodded and sheathed Revenger in his black leather scabbard.
"You fought well." He said, extending his hand. It was a rather skinny hand, with long thin fingers and lines and bits of hard skin, as he worked outside a lot. He also had a long white scar running down the back of his left hand. He noticed Aden's green eyes attempted to caught his own intense green eyes and he caught the other's gaze for a moment.
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Dec 2, 2007 13:12:35 GMT -8
Aden shook with a grin and chuckled while shaking his head slightly.
"Now I understand why you're in charge here. And even though you told me not to you've earned having me call you sir." Aden answered, meeting Peregrine's eyes.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Dec 16, 2007 8:37:43 GMT -8
"There's no need to call me sir." Peregrine said kindly, "Unless you really want to." He added, "Insidentally, who taught you, for you fought with skill as well."
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Dec 18, 2007 20:21:37 GMT -8
"I've learned from lots of different people, but the person who taught me the most was a lodger we had for a few years a while back. His name was Brian Mytharro, but I called him Myth most of the time. Sometimes master as a joke." Aden responded with a fond smile and a shrug.
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Dec 18, 2007 20:50:06 GMT -8
"Ah," Peregrine responded, "A worthy name, however, I know him not." He nodded.
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Post by Aden Shawnson on Dec 20, 2007 17:26:44 GMT -8
"Yeah, well he just kinda showed up out of no where one day and dissappered the same way a couple of years after I'd mastered everything he could teach me." Aden answered, furrowing his brows at the thought of the old mystery
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Post by chip on Dec 20, 2007 17:34:34 GMT -8
((too lazy to switch as usual))
Peregrine looked as if he had an idea, then he said,
"I believe I have heard of a man like that once before, he called himself Kevin Thrain. His dissparture was as abrupt as his arrival. He came, taught people, and then just dissappeared."
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