The Tale of Jonacin Options

[Rane]

[quote=Dantrag]that would be err....spun.[/quote]

Span works as well.

http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=span

[Wolfie]

Time for another update. This one is different than the others, and it's my first time writing this type of thing, so i'm not sure if i did i very well, but here goes:

It was three weeks since Jonacin had killed Davik in the duel. Since then, many of the other people in the Hall had treated him with a mix of awe and respect. However, he refused to fall into the trap of arrogance and pride that Davik had succumbed to. He merely continued his studies and training, improving his skills and control as best he could. The wound in his chest had been deeper than he originally realized, and he now had a long scar where the wound had been, despite the healing magic used.

He was also spending far more time at the Hall than he used to, because at the Hall he had to focus all his attention on the task at hand. His father had recently been killed in a fight with a group of trolls that had attacked him when he was out hunting, and at the Hall he could lose himself in his studies and not think about what had happened. His mother was distraught, and he knew that she would take a long time to get over the loss, if she ever did. When he returned that night, he was greeted by a horrific scene. His mother lay dead on her bed, a knife plunged into her heart by her own hand. She left a note, saying she was sorry but she couldn’t go on living without her beloved husband. It was then that Jonacin broke down in tears.

He couldn’t remember much that happened after that. He knew that at some point, he had staggered out into the street, tears still streaming down his face. Next thing he knew, it was morning, and he was lying in one of the beds at the Hall usually reserved for those with serious injuries sustained while training with proper weapons and not blunt training ones. One of the instructors sat by the bed, a look of deep concern in his eyes. He asked how he felt. This comment brought memories of the night before back, and Jonacin broke down in tears again.

[MerGirl]

Oh, poor baby! *pats Jonacin on the head* That's so sad!

Good job, LoneWolfie! :goodjob:

Er, what do you mean it's time typing that kind of thing? What thing? Writing the emotional scene or something?

[Wolfie]

The emotional type thing. I usually just write fight scene type thingys

[Fuzzy Knight]

[quote=LoneWolf]The emotional type thing. I usually just write fight scene type thingys[/quote]
Guess your a very violent person... Just kidding mate, nice written.. its nice to see that you have good skill when out comes out of the combat, still want to read more so keep it coming! :goodjob:

[jonajosa]

Blood, guts and glory. The only ways to write a story.

Keep up the good work. I look forward to reading more of this... eccentric tale.

:goodjob:

[Wolfie]

eccentric? what's so eccentric about it?

[jonajosa]

The way the story flows. To me its (in simpler terms) fast, fun and almost non-stop.

[Wolfie]

oh right. I thought you meant the weird kind of eccentric

[minque]

Great Wolfie! So nice to see different styles from the same author, and you obviously are skilled with both, combat and more soft storylines.

I think you really shall keep up your writing and amuse us with nice and frequent updates..

I´ll put in some cheerful jonajosas here for you!

:goodjob: :goodjob: :goodjob: :goodjob:

[treydog]

Two excellent additions. As always, the duel scene was well-written; the unexpected twist of losing both parents will keep us guessing.

[Wolfie]

Here's an update at long last

It was a week since Jonacin’s mother had killed herself. While he still occasionally broke down in tears thinking about it, he had begun to recover from it. The Hall had now become his home, with a room set aside for him to sleep in.

Otherwise, training continued as normal. He had begun training himself in the use of Heavy Armour, knowing that the extra protection afforded made up for the loss in mobility. He had been using Steel Armour to practice in, but he knew that one day he would have better.

The sparring match ended much as others had recently, with Jonacin losing to his unarmored opponent. He was too slow to keep up in his heavy steel Armour, but he was determined to keep trying. He was moving faster now than he had been the day before, and he would only get better with more practice. He drew back from his opponent and gave the salute, before removing his helm and going over to a nearby water fountain. He splashed water over his face, cooling himself off. One of the instructors came over to him and asked if he wished to retire for the day, but he refused, wanting at least one more sparring match.

His opponent was chosen, and he entered the sparring ring. He was armed with a short sword, whilst Jonacin was armed with a katana, as he always was. The instructor signaled for the match to begin, and his opponent leapt to the attack. Jonacin clanked backwards awkwardly, dodging as many blows as he could and blocking or parrying the rest. He saw an opening and lunged, but his opponent leapt lightly aside, his sword flashing out and clanging against Jonacin’s shoulder. The instructor held up his hand to end the bout, but Jonacin shouted out “No! This match to three blows!” The instructor looked puzzled, but lowered his hand. Jonacin concentrated all his energy on his opponent, and began to notice a pattern to his attacks. He would always feint twice, usually to Jonacin’s sword hand, before striking towards the shield. Every third or so attack, he would reverse the process, feinting twice towards shield and attacking sword. Jonacin began reading his moves, and knew what was coming next. He made no move for the feints, and when his opponent lashed out towards his sword side, he crashed his blade down, knocking the sword from his hand, and then striking his throat lightly with a reverse cut. It was now one blow each.

[minque]

Nice Wolfie! A very good installment, well balanced good writing

Keep it coming

:goodjob: :goodjob:

[Dantrag]

Short n' sweet!

:goodjob:

[Fuzzy Knight]

[quote=Dantrag]Short n' sweet!

:goodjob:[/quote]
Can only agree..! :goodjob:

[treydog]

Good description of the limitations of heavier weapons and armor- plus a bit more insight into Jonacin.

[Wolfie]

Update Time

Jonacin and his opponent now circled each other warily, each looking for an opening, a weakness in the other’s guard. Jonacin suddenly spotted his opening, and leapt to the attack as fast as his heavy armour would allow. However, his opponent was faster and dodged nimbly aside, the attack going past him harmlessly. He span lightly as he dodged, and Jonacin’s armour rang like a bell as his attack connected.

Momentum and the cumbersome armour made Jonacin continue a few more steps before he turned again. He raised his sword and shield in a guarded stance and waited for the next attack. It was sudden when it came, and blows rained down on him. He blocked as best he could, and those he couldn’t block he parried. His riposte was vicious, and his opponent struggled to block. Jonacin followed up on his sudden advantage, and kept attacking. His opponent was fast enough to dodge or parry most of the attacks, but eventually one slid past his guard and thudded into his chest. The match was now tied again at two blows each.

Jonacin was determined to win this match, but the heavy armour was taking its toll on him and he was tiring rapidly. His opponent could sense this, but knew that an all out attack would be foolish. He bided his time, probing Jonacin’s defenses for weakness and slowly wearing him down. Jonacin knew he was finished if he didn’t end the match soon, and made a choice. He suddenly launched an all out attack, reasoning that if it didn’t work, he had only brought about the end of the match a little earlier.

His attacks came at his opponent from all directions, yet still he parried or dodged them all. Jonacin was almost out of energy, and knew it was now or never. He attacked with a wide slash that made his opponent leap backward, and then raised his katana over his head for a powerful downward cut. His opponent, not having enough time to dodge, raised his sword to parry, but Jonacin had put his full weight behind the blow and the lighter blade was knocked aside. The blow smashed into his shoulder, and the sound of breaking bone was clearly audible. The instructor quickly raised his arm to end the match, and the combatants stepped apart. Wearily, Jonacin raised his sword in salute, and his opponent did the same, even though his eyes showed how much pain he was in from his smashed shoulder.

[minque]

Good Job Wolfie! Very vivid description of the fight....it´s as you can feel the pain aweat and agony...Really Good I´d say!

[Dantrag]

Cool scene.

[Wolfie]

No one seems to have noticed i updated, so maybe now they will