Post by PMG3E on Jan 25, 2012 16:53:40 GMT -5
DATE & TIME : 4th June, Morning
WEATHER CONDITIONS : Cloudy
CHARACTERS INVOLVED : PMG3E, anyone wanting to brush up on their weaponry skills
PREVIOUS THREADS ?Concerns...
Ever since the call was made to begin preparations of war, Pickle Manface the Grim the Third with an Eyepatch had dumped all his armour at Kenna's place to be fixed and strengthened for the upcoming battle, including his trust-worthy double-edged Battle Axe. It was for this reason he looked a little 'lighter' than usual in the Dragon Fighting Arena.
Though Pickle and Trolley had always come to the Arena at this time of morning for their routine wrestling matches, he was not alone anymore. With the tension of war, other warriors and to-be warriors were on the scene, preparing themselves. Upon seeing this crowded scene, he spat irritably, making a sort of grunting sound as he did so. Then he stomped down the steps into the area, though no one noticed him over the sounds of clashing metals and wood and the grunts and humphs made from exerting effort.
Placing his large hands at his waist, his gaze panned the scene, and the Viking warrior tutted, Trolley grunting at his side with the same expression. There wouldn't be much room for them to practice. Pickle scowled, but he had no choice. He would have to make do with the space. He looked to his side, where Trolley looked like he was daydreaming. It was still morning, afterall.
"There 'ent gonna be enough room fer us ter do our normal business, Trolley. Go out and practice yer fire or somethin'." He grumbled, shoving his Gronckle in the other direction. Trolley grinned and flew off, leaving the Vikings to their own, and disappeared to a cliff on the coastline where he would sleep until further in the afternoon.
With that, Pickle decided he would warm up. The war would be in close quarter combat, of course, so it would be useful to be able to move swiftly through the crowds. He started off at a jog around the perimeter, but here there were less people. Still angry about his precious training time ruined, he rammed his shoulder into a man just about to defend himself from an axe blow. The fall made him evade the blow, but it still wasn't an excuse to knock him over. Before he could even shout at the suprise attacker, a trail of knocked over people began to flourish, along with a steady transition from concentration into angry shouting.
After two laps of bowling people over, Pickle felt satisfied, and was ready for a bit of training. Looking at the weapon rack, he found no axe similar to his precious one at Kenna's. Oh well. Pickle was great with his fists. After all, he punches dragons in the face. For fun.
WEATHER CONDITIONS : Cloudy
CHARACTERS INVOLVED : PMG3E, anyone wanting to brush up on their weaponry skills
PREVIOUS THREADS ?Concerns...
Ever since the call was made to begin preparations of war, Pickle Manface the Grim the Third with an Eyepatch had dumped all his armour at Kenna's place to be fixed and strengthened for the upcoming battle, including his trust-worthy double-edged Battle Axe. It was for this reason he looked a little 'lighter' than usual in the Dragon Fighting Arena.
Though Pickle and Trolley had always come to the Arena at this time of morning for their routine wrestling matches, he was not alone anymore. With the tension of war, other warriors and to-be warriors were on the scene, preparing themselves. Upon seeing this crowded scene, he spat irritably, making a sort of grunting sound as he did so. Then he stomped down the steps into the area, though no one noticed him over the sounds of clashing metals and wood and the grunts and humphs made from exerting effort.
Placing his large hands at his waist, his gaze panned the scene, and the Viking warrior tutted, Trolley grunting at his side with the same expression. There wouldn't be much room for them to practice. Pickle scowled, but he had no choice. He would have to make do with the space. He looked to his side, where Trolley looked like he was daydreaming. It was still morning, afterall.
"There 'ent gonna be enough room fer us ter do our normal business, Trolley. Go out and practice yer fire or somethin'." He grumbled, shoving his Gronckle in the other direction. Trolley grinned and flew off, leaving the Vikings to their own, and disappeared to a cliff on the coastline where he would sleep until further in the afternoon.
With that, Pickle decided he would warm up. The war would be in close quarter combat, of course, so it would be useful to be able to move swiftly through the crowds. He started off at a jog around the perimeter, but here there were less people. Still angry about his precious training time ruined, he rammed his shoulder into a man just about to defend himself from an axe blow. The fall made him evade the blow, but it still wasn't an excuse to knock him over. Before he could even shout at the suprise attacker, a trail of knocked over people began to flourish, along with a steady transition from concentration into angry shouting.
After two laps of bowling people over, Pickle felt satisfied, and was ready for a bit of training. Looking at the weapon rack, he found no axe similar to his precious one at Kenna's. Oh well. Pickle was great with his fists. After all, he punches dragons in the face. For fun.