09:35 PM

Salamandastron: Training Room
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This is the training room for the hares of the long patrol.  The walls
seem to have taken a severe beating, more than likely not from stray
arrows missing the archery targets.  There are several of said archery
targets lining the west wall, each with small oak stands a good distance
off to hold arrows, hang a bracer, and rest a bow on.  The targets are of
simple design: a large, tightly wrapped bale of hay with a coarse paper
target on the front.  A wooden mannequin, in no better shape than the
walls, is in the northeastern corner of the room.  Besides that, several
wooden practice swords sit in a small pile.  On the eastern side of the
room is a small, makeshift wrestling arena consisting of two mattresses
tied together.  Then on the southern side of the room is a fitness area,
assembled from several pull-up bars, and a nice padded area to do push up.
Narrow, cylindrical weights (both wooden and metal) are pushed up against
the wall, along with a few straight metal bars for them to be mounted on.
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[Arm]ory                              [Out]

Sorrel is quite bored. she's been kicking at the same bag again, and again, and -again-. maybe there's some fluf showing? indeed. the innards of the bag are starting to show. with one very bored, very frustrated kick, she sends the bag, chain and all, flying across the ring, and into the wall.

Padding into the room, the major blinks slightly as he chuckles at Sorrel.  "Bored?"  Jarril says as he leans on the entrance with a smile.  "Ah well, glad I ain't the punching bag.  So what did it do ta ya?"

Sorrel blinks and smiles. "Aftanoon, majah. This bag, is -quite- offensive yeh know." she says good humorly. "Insultin', even."

Jarril grins slightly.  "Oh and what insult did it throw at ya then?"  Giving his chin a rub gently with a paw.

Sorrel is not ready for this question. She stands there akwardly. "Um.....dunno., didn' quite hear it, ye know."

Jarril chuckles and walks into the room.  "Ah, well.  I hope ya going ta fix it later."  Moving to one of the mats he stretches a bit.

Sorrel chuckles as well, hoping over the ropes. "Ah will, but ey, there are othah bags fer beasts ta use in the meantime, wot."

Jarril nods as he bends down to reach his feet paws.  "Well, so?"  He says straightening back up again.  "Ever thought on putting ya name down on a patrol from time ta time?"

Sorrel quirks her head. "Yeh. but see Ah'm too scattah brained tah remembah ta do somethin' 'bout it."

Jarril hmms and pads over to lean on the ropes.  "Hmmm, I can see why you're so wound up then.  Seriously, get on a patrol, whack a few vermin heads.  Best medicine really, or ya can have the seaweed grog if that'll help."  Smirking.

Sorrel sticks her tongue out disgustedly. "Ah'm quite alright, thanks, no vermin brew fer me."

Jarril chuckles.  "Don't blame ya.  I think it rots their minds ta be honest."  The major slipping past the ropes.  "So, what have ya been up ta then if not going on patrols?"

Sorrel shrugs. "Boxin' matches. cleanin' duty, tha' sort o' stuff.

Jarril leans on the ropes.  "Ah'kay."  He pushes himself off again and pads up to where Sorrel stands.  "Well, I suspose someone had ta do the cleaning, wot."  Smirking with a wink.

Sorrel laughs. "Be glad Ah ain't on cookin' duty, eh?"

Jarril hmms.  "Bad cook as well then?"  Blinking.  "Anything else ya bad at?"

Sorrel poders, puting her finger underneath her chin. "Eh.....sewin's another 'un..."

Jarril nods slowly.  "Hmmm, ya have ta practise other things.  Never know what ta do when ya retire Sorrel.  I can see it now, ya sitting in a chair full of leverets on ya lap."  He chuckles and moves into a fighting stance with a nod.  "Or ya planning on getting killed one day in battle?"

Sorrel laughs, shrugging. "I don't plan tha' far ahead, Jar, tis badluck." She notices the fighter stance, and goes into a quick kickboxxing stance.

Jarril nods his head slightly.  "Aye, good thinking that one.  Live for taday."  He throws a experimental punch which doesn't exactly make it to you.  "Speaking of which, ya noticed anything odd going on around the mountain?"

Sorrel shakes her head. "Not in et, no..." she watches the punch closely, stretching.

Jarril shrugs his shoulders, moving his head about slightly.  "Ah, there's just been weird things being reported that's all.  Stuff being moved about or disappearing without notice.  Probably some leveret's playing tricks or something."  The major tries again but definately aims for sorrel's head now with a quick one-two punch.

Sorrel ducks easily. "Well, Ah'm not th' one ta ask fer noticen'."

Jarril shakes his head slightly.  "Hmmm, that's not good ta hear.  Figtah's should always take notice ta things."  He goes for another punch with his left paw but kicks at the same time with his left foot.  "Could make ya survive that bit longer, wot."

Sorrel blocks the paw, and kick, a bit unsteady at first. "Well, not when Ah'm off guard. tis like two differen' worlds."

Jarril hops close in and replies back.  "Same thing ta be honest."  Kicking at your legs again quickly.  "But do explain if I am wrong, though."  He grins.  "Ya sticking on defense?  Come on, don't let rank bally well stop ya, wot."

Sorrel raises her brow. "No rank, sah???" an akwardly mischevous grin starts to pull the corners of her mouth. ye sure?"

Jarril shrugs slightly as he hops back.  "Look, ya needing to blow off steam and since no one else is here right now and that I am saving a few more punching bags, wot.  May as well have something that will fight back but I ain't that much of a boxer so."  He stops and smiles.  "How about practise weapon fighting?  Wooden poles, sword fight?"  He smiles more.  "And yes, ya can forget about the rank as well for the moment while we're fighting at least."

Sorrel nods. "Aye, an' Ah think ah'll tkae th' staff, thank ye." the grin is still slightly visible, as she leans over the ropes, grabbing a wooden staff. She pauses and turns back. "What would ye lahke, sah?"

Jarril nods.  "Same weapon.  May as well make it fair."  He says, moving to get hold of one himself as he  then slips out from the ring.  "Come on, over on the mats.  Don't want ta get ya staff stuck ont he ropes, wot."  He smiles and gets into position on the other side of the room.

Sorrel smiles. She shrugs and hops the ropes deftly. " Sure thing... just a sec..." She pauses, leaing the staff against the wall as she shed her tunic.

Jarril blinks as he see's that and moves his staff about slightly, though not that good at it, the major not backing from it however.

Sorrel stretches her arms, and picks the staff up, not quite as good with it as with her footpaws..As she approaches, she cracks the vertibrae in her neck. "Ye ready?"

Jarril nods.  "I was always ready, miss.  Just let's get on with it."  He begins to move around Sorrel as he continues to speak.  "Nice weapon this, not ta deadly with the vermin if ya want ta knock them about first."  Stopping briefly, the major goes back the other way, around Sorrel.  "I let ya do the first move."

Sorrel twirls the weapon, before pointing it forward. she raises a brow. "Courtesy??" she skips forward slightly, swinging the bottom back and forth twice before tilting it and swiping the top across shoulder level.

Jarril bringing up the staff to block the shot, hearing the wood hit the wood with a banging sound, the major smiles.  "Well, I could start calling ya bad things, like I usually do ta vermin if ya want?"  The major pushes you back as he swings his staff about, moving it to the side and then using the butt end, goes to jabbing it forwards aiming for somewhere in the mid-rift.

Sorrel sidesteps. "Thank ye, but Ah think Ah prefer th' first."

Jarril pulls the staff back and twirls it around again.  "Ah, okay, so ya like courtesy then?  Hmmm, ever made a vermin opponent give ya courtesy before?"  Keeping the staff at vertical level, he tries to tip the top part forward, aiming for your head.

Sorrel ducks, hopping up slightly, bringing the top part up and forward with her movement. "Not reall. mostly jus' attack an' eithah knock 'em out, er make 'em s'render."

Jarril nods, moving the staff in a ninety degree turn, then swinging one end around to try and catch you on the side.  "Should try insulting them one day.  Really amusing ta see them get so annoyed, doncha know."

Sorrel grins. "Now, ah've done tha' before." she backs up, but still catches a bit on her side.

Jarril steps forwards while bringing the staff around again, then bringing it down to try and catch your legs.  "Fun, isn't it?"

Sorrel jumps huriedly. "Aye....Ye're talkin' ta try'n distract me, aren' ye?"

Jarril grins slighlty as he whips the staff up and goes for another head shot.  "No, but now that ya mention it..."

Sorrel dodges, stepping forward too close for staff hits. "Well, twon't work now..."

Jarril gives Sorrel a slight grin as he nods.  "Hmmm, okay."  Keeping light on his paws, the major begins to use more of his speed and sidesteps around, bringing the staff inside one of your legs and tries to trip you up.  "Always liked a challenge, wot."

Sorrel jumps, pushing down on the end of the weapon h=with the footpaw of the leg that would've been tripped. "So 'ave Ah." she says, grinning.

Jarril pulls up or tries to and hmms.  "Okay, ya leave me with no choice."  The hare yanks the staff away with a grunt and hops back slightly.  Flicking an ear he smiles.  Moving forwards again, he begins to move his staff about quickly, trying to get a few quick hits to the head and body, five attempts in all as he speaks.  "So what is your weapon of choice anyways?"

Sorrel stumbles back onto the greound, avoiding all but two of the hits, one to the temple, one to the rib. She winces and hops back up. "eh...'ave tah say  a cutlass, actually." she points to her discarded sword with the pole before swinging it back to strike thrice at to the abdomen, and once to the back of the knees. "Mah sword there, see, it's acutally two blades on one hilt. it can break apart inta cutlasses."

Jarril gives a brief look but gets hit in the abdomen twice and only getting away from the knee attempt, gasping slightly.  "Okay, shouldn't really not take my eye off the game."  Twirling his staff about, catching his breath.

Sorrel grins, twirling her staff till it rests below her arm, held by the socket and her paw. the other paw beckons forward. "Jus' usen' it ta mah advantage." she says, grinning happily.

Jarril smiles slightly.  "Okay, so we're even, wot."  The major steps forwards, sidestepping with a faint jab but moves around, ducking and then swings the staff around low to take out both the back of your kness.