To win any fight you need to do 3 things. These three things may seem super simple and stupid to think about, but these are the basis on how to win any and every fight.
With range our lessons teach 3 levels of range: out of range, in range, and past range. While these are correct they can be broken down further: out of range, unfeasible range, feasible range, and close range.
There are multiple things you can do to get “that extra inch” in sword fighting. This article will go over the specifics on how to achieve gaining that extra inch and more.
Veron jutted awake, he was on the floor on his back. He looked around, the room was rather bright and took a moment to adjust his vision. As he stood
Veron shook his head, he hated trusting demons. “Let’s do this, then.”
The cave was so bright he forgot what darkness meant. It wasn’t until a moment later that pitch black enveloped his vision, and a small cackle filled his mind. His heart sank slightly, being unable to see anything, but he was unable to fight the process.
She however paused as he held out his pay, seeming to recognize him. “Wait, what’s your name?”
“Veron Tepes, son of Vlad,” Veron replied, setting down his payment as she seemed to refuse to give him his loaf, eyeing him up and down, trying to recognize where she’d seen him before.
For a moment he feared the dream that had woken him was more than a dream, and that he was once again in the time before time; that he had somehow returned to the age of Gods.
“You cannot escape the inevitable, I will have your world for my own,” the voice was dark, guttural and inhuman. And it came from the creature chained against the wall. Veron gazed back and realized her eyes were no longer their purple vibrant color, but rather void, full of power and malicious intent.
His father was not within the delicately put together pure white bed he was before. He felt a cold steel nibble upon his neck and froze, listening to the loud heartbeat that echoed throughout the room.
“Who are you to enter this sacred place, monster?” A voice resounded.
“Who are you to call your son a monster?” Veron replied.
Shay could clearly see everything. Everything. That was wrong. It couldn’t have been more than midnight, and it was a new moon out. It should have been dark as the deepest sea. She looked down at the blade of her sword. A glowing, flickering orange, reflected back.
Veron attacked with such force, he eventually broke through the man’s blocks and sliced open his right arm. “Oooh, more blood for me,” Veron exclaimed, seeing the man’s face contort with disgust and fear which led the stalker to flee as quickly as he could. As the stalker left, he could hear Veron yelling back at him, taunting him to come back to play more.
Suddenly a quick fleeting scout appeared from the forest, panting heavily as he approached the gathered group of fighters. “Blackkoven has been spotted.”
Apprenticing to Kane Driscol requires an acceptance of the unorthodox. In the moment, students may not know what use certain activities hold, but you always know there is something to be learned.
The priest went to help Veron, lifting and carrying Vlad inside while the two hunters slowly and carefully made their way up the steps into the chapel behind them. Upon entering it was dark and musky, frail candles lit throughout the place flickering hesitantly to dispel the shadows that hung everywhere else.
“We need to leave, they’ve called the pack in on us,” Vlad barely could speak above a whisper barely audible. Veron could hear more snarling and howling in the distance to affirm his father’s fears.