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Post by Morgan on Jul 29, 2005 9:07:57 GMT -5
Morgan followed his motions. The sword was heavy but she quickly adjusted to even out it's weight with her own and with her own arm strength which most of the peasants had from working.
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Post by Faramir on Jul 29, 2005 9:13:47 GMT -5
*he nodded as she did this * Now block my blade * he swung his blade slowly at her's, comming from above
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Post by Morgan on Jul 29, 2005 9:42:38 GMT -5
Morgan shifter her feet into a steady position and blocked his blade.
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Post by Faramir on Jul 29, 2005 11:08:07 GMT -5
Very good, now again * he came with his sword for her stomach
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Post by Morgan on Jul 29, 2005 11:37:51 GMT -5
Then she blocked it not long before it would have hit her.
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Post by Faramir on Jul 29, 2005 11:40:44 GMT -5
*he smiled * Not bad, not bad at all. You are a natural. * he took her sword from her and handed her a wooden sword, and gave himself one as well. They were the same wieght as the metal ones. * Now, try to hit me
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Post by Morgan on Jul 29, 2005 11:56:03 GMT -5
"Are you sure my lord?" She asked him as she took the sword.
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Post by Eomer on Jul 29, 2005 11:57:12 GMT -5
*he nodded * Don't worry. COme on, try to strike me * he readied his sword in his hand
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Post by Morgan on Jul 29, 2005 12:16:19 GMT -5
((LOL! I knew u were Faramir! Ha!))
"Ok." She said and swung at his left side.
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Post by Faramir on Jul 29, 2005 14:23:30 GMT -5
(( yeah i kind have told everyone. lol. Plus who else would i trust with admin powers ))
*he easly placed his sword in the way of her's and swung his around so that the sword flew from her hand. He picked it up and handed it back to her * Now again
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Post by Morgan on Jul 29, 2005 18:02:09 GMT -5
((Lol, YOu could trust me. )) Morgan took the woden sword. The continued on through the day. Slowly and steadily she became better and it took longer and longer till he knocked the sword out of her hands. Though he always managed to in the end but that was to be expected when you have a steward train a peasant.
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Post by Faramir on Jul 29, 2005 21:10:19 GMT -5
*he smiled as once again he knocked the sword from her hand, but this time she had lasted 9 strokes. The sun began to set in the sky as Faramir laid his sword on the ground * I think that is about it for today Miss Morgan. And i must say, you didn't do bad
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Post by Morgan on Jul 29, 2005 21:35:42 GMT -5
Morgan nodded. "Thank you my lord." She bowed. "When do we next meet?" She asked him as she handed him her wooden sword.
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Post by Faramir on Jul 29, 2005 21:37:49 GMT -5
*he took the sword and smiled at her * Tommorro. I do not know how much time we will have until you need to fight. I imagine you are tired?
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Post by Morgan on Jul 29, 2005 22:00:13 GMT -5
She shook her head. "No. I don't tire easily. None of us do." She replied to him.
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