Aug 22, 2021 14:57:15 GMT -5
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Closing her eyes Gisella waited, blades held close in a high guard as her opponent circled her through the square of the sand. Her nostrils flared as she listened and waited, then she heard it. The telltale crunch of sand beneath the boots of her foe and spinning backwards she ducked under the incoming strike, slamming her fist into her foes side as she danced past them and waited over more. Short stave locked in beneath the longer training weapon which lay flat parallel to her jaw. Her eyes flashed open as she once again heard the crunch of sand and Gisella lunged forwards, the tip of the long stave smashing into his throat, tip first, as the short stave pushed aside the incoming strike, wrapping around into his wrist with a loud crack. The Legionnaire tried to push into her, to use their momentum to push her off balance, but Gisella being a Huntress danced swiftly away from him bringing her staves down in unison onto the centre of his spine. She crumbled quickly and she spun the staves around, slamming them down into the sand where she left them standing as the silence of the spectators enveloped her, shock perhaps at the speed and ferocity of the sparring match.
Unlike those who sparred before them Gisella offered him no help for he had challenged her, unwisely, while she was relaxing in her own way.
She watched as one of the medics rushed in to help the Legionnaire to his feet and she heard one of them scold him for challenging her, calling him an arrogant fool and mentioning the fourth cohort. Gisella sighed as she stepped out of the square and pulled Darkfang and Heartrender from the earth returning them to their scabbards at her side as Ungrim plunged from the gloomy sky to rest upon the quillons, dangling upside-down as ever. She smiled politely as a few of the Legionnaires passed her and commented upon the bout but she honestly had no interest in what any of them had to say. The Romans were… interesting but ultimately they were like the Demigods of Camp Halfblood whether they liked it or not, built for battle from the day of their birth and many of them seemed to wander without any true purpose which concerned her. She could still remember the heat of the flames, waking to the realisation that her entire life was burning yet she could remember nothing. She watched them as they tittered about the duel and the duels to follow as if hitting each other with sticks would matter, she could feel the cold sickly glow of the blades as her palms rested upon the pommels. The Stygian Iron reacting to her touch.
She watched the crowds milling and the Demigods lounging around upon the benches around the duelling square and sighed, she could not help missing her sister huntresses and their Goddess. The thrill of the hunt, being at Artemis’ right hand and every minute of her day mattering. Her family. She watched as two demigods hugged, laughing openly, and frowned as her mind turned to the fact she had no-one without the Huntresses but all the same she had a duty. Artemis has asked her to remain in the camp until her sisters returned and thus she would do her duty, always.
Closing her eyes Gisella waited, blades held close in a high guard as her opponent circled her through the square of the sand. Her nostrils flared as she listened and waited, then she heard it. The telltale crunch of sand beneath the boots of her foe and spinning backwards she ducked under the incoming strike, slamming her fist into her foes side as she danced past them and waited over more. Short stave locked in beneath the longer training weapon which lay flat parallel to her jaw. Her eyes flashed open as she once again heard the crunch of sand and Gisella lunged forwards, the tip of the long stave smashing into his throat, tip first, as the short stave pushed aside the incoming strike, wrapping around into his wrist with a loud crack. The Legionnaire tried to push into her, to use their momentum to push her off balance, but Gisella being a Huntress danced swiftly away from him bringing her staves down in unison onto the centre of his spine. She crumbled quickly and she spun the staves around, slamming them down into the sand where she left them standing as the silence of the spectators enveloped her, shock perhaps at the speed and ferocity of the sparring match.
Unlike those who sparred before them Gisella offered him no help for he had challenged her, unwisely, while she was relaxing in her own way.
She watched as one of the medics rushed in to help the Legionnaire to his feet and she heard one of them scold him for challenging her, calling him an arrogant fool and mentioning the fourth cohort. Gisella sighed as she stepped out of the square and pulled Darkfang and Heartrender from the earth returning them to their scabbards at her side as Ungrim plunged from the gloomy sky to rest upon the quillons, dangling upside-down as ever. She smiled politely as a few of the Legionnaires passed her and commented upon the bout but she honestly had no interest in what any of them had to say. The Romans were… interesting but ultimately they were like the Demigods of Camp Halfblood whether they liked it or not, built for battle from the day of their birth and many of them seemed to wander without any true purpose which concerned her. She could still remember the heat of the flames, waking to the realisation that her entire life was burning yet she could remember nothing. She watched them as they tittered about the duel and the duels to follow as if hitting each other with sticks would matter, she could feel the cold sickly glow of the blades as her palms rested upon the pommels. The Stygian Iron reacting to her touch.
She watched the crowds milling and the Demigods lounging around upon the benches around the duelling square and sighed, she could not help missing her sister huntresses and their Goddess. The thrill of the hunt, being at Artemis’ right hand and every minute of her day mattering. Her family. She watched as two demigods hugged, laughing openly, and frowned as her mind turned to the fact she had no-one without the Huntresses but all the same she had a duty. Artemis has asked her to remain in the camp until her sisters returned and thus she would do her duty, always.
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