[color=bc8dbf][b][h2][centre]Lord and Lady Coswain[/centre][/h2][/b][/color]
[color=bc8dbf][b][h3][centre]Giard Camp[/centre][/h3][/b][/color]

[color=bc8dbf][b][centre]Training montage Part 2. Offensive action amd language. [/centre][/b][/color]

Time began to pass as Lord Coswain began to attract a little more attention having changed from just sparring to overseeing, sparring and guiding a number who decided they wanted to hone their skills in light of loss of a full knight. Some people out of more selfish reasons or just wanting to vent some frustration he had taken anyone willing and a little pride on his part. 

The “hopeless” soldier was giving a much better fight of it, he had cracked a simple barrier. That man knew exactly what to do, he knew exactly how to…he had not the confidence to link everything together. He watched as they began to work up in force and speed the tentative strikes had become much more sure and placed with far lethal intent. 

[color=6ecff6]“Finally someone more challenging”[/color] He said quietly as squared up to a Sgt, both had switched to more unfamiliar options of paired blades for the Lord and the Sgt weighed an padded mace and dagger combination. “Watch out old man, I might mean it.” The Sgt said with respectful challenge and the two faced each other causing some of their younger and lesser to pause to watch the main show as the older veterans clashed. 

“fuck.” The Sgt swore as he blocked a short Sword at magically enhanced speed, they had held off using any skills from the others but this was fair game as he was almost caught off guard by a brutally fast strike. Lord Coswain had spent too long training against Daphne to know not to let her in close. [color=6ecff6]“Alls Fair then.”[/color] The other man activated his own tricks and the mace knocked aside short Sword before having to dodge a dirty pommel strike, this was far more engaging than the regular drills. 

The two cheated, tricked and wove in with various schools of combat from blades, hand to hand and grappling including daggers. They had kept things going pulling the odd strike as right now they were very letting off steam. 

They were both panting, muddy, bruised and hard drawn blood more than once, the two had been using practice weapons but they could be used to great effect by skilled fighters. They accepted a hand up and clasped arms In respect of a fight well done. 

“Standing around, looks like 2 laps around the camp, get moving guardsmen.” as he got them moving with a shout of the sgts commanding tone, he looked at the Lord who just nodded and began to follow with a slight wince from a padded mace to side.[color=6ecff6] “Officers have to set an example. And match their soldiers.”[/color] He said as he joined their punishment run. 

Lord Coswain was hard on them but he was hard on himself, and he had his reasons. He wanted them to live and not be dead heroes, that required hatred and pain before they realised the truth. He cared enough to hurt them now to save them later when blades were steel. 

“Up the pace, give us a cadence Ragnar, Watch your language.” The Sgt said as he jogged with a nod to the older man next to him with a glance as he kept pace though could see the slight grimace as he pounded round the camp. 

[color=6ecff6]“Rescind that, Guardsman Ragnar. Give us a real one.”[/color] He called out not caring about the language or the content, they needed to build some spirit and morale up and if that meant letting them use some offensive language, that would be the tool used. Lord Coswain joined into the cadence, a newer one about the whores of Dunatal and a soldiers' coin.