Analdin walks slowly down to the training ground, the hard dirt under his feet keeping his heavy boots from making too much noise. Sounds of wooden practice swords banging together blend in with the clanging of metal on metal as a number of guards fill the large ground and practice their weapons.

Kierdan stands by himself near the left side of the training yards, by a row of archery targets. Instead of using a bow, however, he casts his small axe towards the target with a quick flash of his arm and watches it fly towards the target.

Sanos stands off to the side hands at sides but moving a bit as he eyes the Guard's and is tempted to pick up a wooden sword and start practicing his first session of real training

Malahir watches the entire action from a distance, leaning against an archery target nearby Kierdan's row of targets. He follows the guards ax throws into the target, as it hits with a 'thuurp' sound. He smiles as at the guard, nodding. He motions him forward, just as he goes to retrieve his hits.

Grandimor looks about and notices a familiar face. Grandimor slowly walks towrd Sanos.

Kierdan's grey eyes give Malahir a long look, a hint of questioning in his gaze. He takes a series of strides and places one hand on the target, pulling with the other on his axe. It rips out of it and Kierdan's hand jerks back, but he controls it and slips the axe into the loop at his belt.

Analdin watches silently from the edge of the grounds, his deep eyes searching the place, watching each of those practicing in turn. Though his gaze lingers particularly on Kierdan and his axe, which causes a half-smile to turn up the corners of his mouth, he does catch a glimpse of others just standing around.

Sanos turns at the sound of a loud thump and turns to see men having a good time and with that, also training with his axe. He then gives in and grabs a wooden sword and runs off towards the grounds, but he catches a glimpse of a fimilare face and turns to greet Grandimor. "Hello there friend, are you here to train?"

Malahir walks the row of bulleseye and human shaped targets toward the ax wielder, his eyes bright and a broad smile on his face. He stops short of tapping the guard on the shoulder, and pumps his arm instead, "I've seen you hit the target dead center three times in a row now. I'm impressed." he steps closer to him and says in low hushed tones, "Could I have a word with you?"

Kierdan stoops slightly to pick up the shield resting at the base of the target, slipping his left arm through the loops attached to its back. Straightening, he nods slightly at Malahir in response to question but fails to acknowledge the compliment mentioned earlier.

Grandimor grins and says to Sanos "Yes, I have come here to train and by the wooden sword in your hand I can see that you are also here to train."

Analdin's cool gaze continues to watch those on the ground, floating from one person to the next, or one set of people to another. An approving look touches his face as his eyes fall on Sanos and Grandimor and their wooden weapons, and a hint of curiousity enters his face.

Sanos glares to Grandimor with a friendly look in his eyes and a small smirk appears "Would you care to spar for a bit?" he adds laughing quietly.

Grandimor smirks and replies "Why sure, I am in need of some practice."

Malahir nods, his smile vanishing as his tone of voice adds weight, "I'm wondering, is there something that you would like to say to me. I fear we will not be able to fight together effectively if we can't communicate or trust each other" and looks him dead in the eye, "I respect your fighting skills sir, but the guard is a team effort."

Kierdan's left eyebrow slowly raises and his grey eyes harden slightly as if fortifying themselves. "Something I would like to say to you? I can communicate. I don't think any Guard is trying to slay me. Thus, I do not understand what you expect me to say," he replies in his flat voice.

As the trailing end of a sentance about team effort reaches his ears, Analdin turns his attention back to Kierdan, and Malahir who had since joined him. Though he moves his feet, taking a few steps in their direction, the serious look on Malahir's face causes him to halt a second, and return to his previous position, and just watch it out instead.

Sanos runs quickly to the grounds and motions to Grandimor with a childish smirk on his face "Come on buddy, lets see what you have." He adds with a friendly tone and a lagre smile on his face.

Grandimor follows Sanos into the grounds

Grandimor chuckels while clutching his wooden sword "You asked for it!"

Malahir shakes his head slowly, sighing slightly as he looks away from the guard, back at the targets. With a sincere voice he speaks, "Kierdan, I'm only asking you if you have a problem with me. I don't want to see any of this company hurt because we were unable to let our differences get in the way. Assure me of this sir"

Kierdan's eyebrow lowers again as he regards Malahir briefly. "I do not have a "problem" with you, and I fail to see why I should. If you are suggesting I'd let someone die because I dislike them..." His gaze hardens furthur as he trails off.

This time, Malahir raises a brow, pausing expectantly, "What would you say your comments about nobles were?"

Analdin,shaking his head slowly, turns his back on Kierdan and Malahir's conversation, instead making his way over to where Sanos and Grandimor both have their practice swords drawn. Standing a good few yards off, he watches them from a closer point, and with something of a critical eye.

Sanos notices Analdin come close and salutes before swinging his sword "Good day Sir. Grandimor and I were just picking up our first moves in training." Turning his eyes back to Grandimor he swings down his wooden sword

Kierdan shrugs his shoulders and begins walking back to the lines drawn in the grounds' dirt that mark where weapons should be launched from. "If nobles want to bash each other at tourneys, that's their business. To totally generalize nobles would be a worthless gesture." He glances back once over at Malahir. "And I assume you're some sort of noble, waiting for me to insult you so you can call some sort of foolish duel."

Malahir remains at a few paces toward the side of the guard, nodding at him to continue his training. He crosses his arms suggestively, frowning as he does.

Supried by Sanos's attack Grandimor brings his sword up as quickly as he can to block Sanos's attack.

Kierdan slides his axe out of the loop, and not even allowing himself time to aim, whips it over his head and towards the target. It travels end over end until it thuds into the outer rim of the target. Kierdan regards the axe's location impassively for a moment before journeying forward to retreive it again.

Analdin nods to Sanos, a slight smile playing on his face, "And go ahead. I shall just stand here and watch..." trailing off, he relazes his posture, and continues observing the pair.

Sanos pulls his sword away after Grandimor's shocking parry "Whao..I wasn't expexting that!" Swinging back down to Grandimor's body he notices Analdin and straightens his posture.

Malahir watches the throw with curiousity, seeing a drastic difference in the guards approach. As Kierdan walks to retreave it, Malahir seems to want to say something, but he only shakes his head at the ground. He strolls over to the other side of the throwing line, adding more distance to the side of the guard as he stops and waits for him to throw another.

"Don't get too stiff, Sanos," Analdin warns, keeping a close eye on the progress the practicing pair are making, offering a tip every now and again. However, for the most part, he keeps rather quiet.

Grandimor attemps to parry the attack, but doesn't bring his sword up fast enough. Grandimor lets out an "OOF" as the sword hits his side.

Kierdan jerks the axe back out of the target and holds it loosely in his hand as he approaches the line again. He pauses as he reaches it and looks to Malahir. "You are satisfied that we are...communicating?" He asks, his voice barely lifting at the end to form the question.

Grandimor brings his sword up over his head and quickly brings it down towrd Sanos's left shoulder.

You paged Grandimor with 'Would you mind a bit more advice?'.

Sanos staightens his form before he relizes Grandimor has recovered and swung high towards his shoulder. The blow lands hard and with force causing a huge thud to ring through the air. Sanos drops his sword but quickly picks it up in defence and he swings again at Grandimor's body

Malahir shrugs, never having replaced the cold frown. He scratches his curly unarmed head and says bluntly, "If there is nothing to communicate, let's just get on with the training. Are you ready to stop this nonsensical throw and chase, and do you want to melee with me?"

You paged Grandimor with 'Traditionally, when fighting, the reaction to what the other person did and your own attack go in the same pose... Just so you know. :)'.

Long distance to Grandimor: Analdin nods, "I know the enter key thing. Okie.":)

Kierdan almost smiles at the coldness in Malahir's face and voice, his face /almost/ cracking. He shrugs his shoulders as well, and says in an almost dry voice, "If the Lieutenant's Aide wishes it, I will consent to melee practice."

Grandimor bring his sword up towrd his chest to block the sword that is comming down fast and hard. A loud 'Cracking' sound flies through the air as the two swords meet. Grandimor then begins to slowly circle Sanos looking for a good time to attack. Grandimor finaly finds the time to strike, And swings his sword at Sanos's mid-section.

Analdin winces a bit at the loud crack, muttering something about "careful on the weapons" but does not say anything out loud. Instead, with a critical and watchful eye, he circles around the outside of the two.

Sanos keeps his eyes to Grandimor's sword and watches his moves intenly while saying "You have good form friend." with a friendly smirk. "Can you take some more, this is proving well!" With the final words Sanos accepts Grandimor's attack and parrys it barely. The blow knocks his arm away for a second while Sanos bores back to Grandimor's chest with a weaker swing

Before the fellow guard could finish his sentence, Malahir removes his longsword from his sheath in a lightning fast fluid motion and slices harmlessly mid air. He awaits the guards attack in a squating defensinve posture, with his sword held out and across his body.

Kierdan tightens his grip on his axe with his right hand as he raises his shield with his left. Holding his shield in front of his chest and slightly to the side, he begins a quick downward slice before quickly letting his arm drop down, the cut in, effectively changing the stroke from a head slice to a chop at Malahir's legs.

When he happens to be facing Malahir and Kierdan's general direction, his eyebrow rises a a good bit, causing him to lose track of the battle going on just in front of him. After a few moments, he brings his attention to the event on hand, but continues to toss worried glances in the other direction.

Grandimor hits Sanos's sword to knock it off course, and then quickly jabs at Sanos's gut.

Malahir, unemcumbered by armor of any type, slides toward the side adroitfully, avoiding the feinted strike at his leg. He raises his brow to show his approval, as he backs off, remaining in the same defensive pose as before.

Galantis looks at grandimor and sanos practice with a grin on his face.

Sanos loses track of Grandimor's swing as he listens to Analdin's advice on the weapons care. Grandimor's swing jabs Sanos in the gut while he gives out a loud Oof! Recovering slowly he grins and swings at Grandimor's hip

Analdin nods approvingly at most of the tactics Sanos and Grandimor use, giving small tips every now and again, though mostly watching. After a while, he nods, "Keep it up," is all he says, as he walks towarrd the entrance to the training grounds. With a last, somewhat worried glance at Kierdan and Malahir, he steps out, knocking his boots on the hard stone, causing dirt to fly off the bottoms.

Kierdan leans back away from Malahir, taking his time in plotting his next move. He rocks back on his heels, then suddenly forward. His axe hand lashes out towards Malahir's left side as he holds his shield straight out and leaps forward. His shield rushes forward with his body as he attempts to shield-bash

Grandimor turns his attention away from the fight for one second and nods to Galantis. Grandimor shouts as Sanos's strike hits his hip.

Malahir easily knocks the axe blow away from his body, leaving his chest exposed to the charge. Preparing himself for the knockdown, he grasps the handle of the axe. As the two tumble to the ground, Malahir jerks the axe loose and in the same motion lets both of the iron weapons spin across the training grounds.

Sanos drops his guard as Grandimor did also and following Grandimor's eyes he notices Galantis and greets him with a large smile "Hello Galantis, how are you?"

Galantis chuckles at Grandimors lack of concentration "Don't look at me look at the fight

Kierdan oofs quietly as the pair thuds onto the ground. He struggles to keep his shield over Malahir's chest, jerking the shield up so the rim presses against Malahir's throat. His forehead is faintly wrinkled in concentration.

Galantis takes his eyes off of Grandimor and looks at sanos and nods " hello there, having fun?"

Malahir groans at the pressure to his throat, attempting to wiggle free of the pin. His unpinned hand reaches desperately for the handle of his longsword, which unbeknownst to him, is a good three yards away. He eyes his foe with determined concentration, sweat beginning to sting his eye.

Sanos turns and bids farewell to his friends and saluting Analdin "I must be leaving now. Thanks for the spar Grandimor. A rematch is at hand." He ends with a smirk

Kierdan barely manages to keep the pin under Malahir's struggles, and makes a decision. Tensing his legs, he leaps off of Malahir and lands next to his axe. He rolls awkwardly with his shield and picks up his axe. He crouches low as he observes Malahir's move.

Galantis looks at Gradimor " Well Grandimor, I have not yet got to know you well. Will you join me for some ale?"

Grandimor nods and replies "I sure would" as he drops the wooden sword he was using.

Galantis says, "lets go then for I am quiet thirsty"

Grandimor nods as he walks out of the training ground.

Grandimor stamps his feet to loosen the dirt as he steps onto the street.

Grandimor has left.

Galantis stamps his feet to loosen the dirt as he steps onto the street.

Galantis has left.

Malahir rolls away from the direction of his training foe, coming to a squat a couple yards away from where he stands with ax in hand. His only movement is a nod. He doesn't bother to stand up, but offers his hands open, flipping all his fingers at you in a mocking taunt to charge.

Kierdan slowly rises straight, holding his shield in front of his chest and his axe hidden behind it. He ignores the taunt, keeping his eyes locked on Malahir coolly as he seems to weigh and judge him mentally.

Malahir eyes squint, barely holding back the sweat from rolling into his eyes. His dirty face, scratched at the chin, appears cold and emotionless. Slowly, he stands to a half stand, watching entently for any movement from the armed

(Author's note:  Well, I'm not the author, but I logged it, right?  Anyway, there's more to it, but I had to leave.. I hear Malahir and Kierdan had a very heated discussion that eventually broke off without too much damage to either of them.)