"Good to see you bearing that once again, after all those lessons...''
Eohilda was standing firm before the attendant of recuits, slashing and bashing the dummy which was pointed to be a fighting target. She was tad sweaty and straped damp around her blonde hair. Her sword tightened and clasped into her wrist and her helmet which was clamped between her arms and her waist, while her shield was put away nearby on the rock, she eyed the folawigends with intent thoughts, not breaking contact into her surroundings.
Regnwald trodded around the training grounds for sometime, whispering a broken tune until he slowed his steps to a halt some few paces from the training recruits. He observed them plainly for a moment, straightening. His gaze would then land on the trainer of the men, shieldmaiden Eohilda of Eastemnet. A very thin smile covered the warrior's lips as he gave a nod over towards her
"G'day, Eohilda."
A shady entrance felt into her spine, yet It was taken brief before she did sway into the approaching figure, she eyed and glanced only a glimpse but she knew well of his familiar figure; thus offering a faint weary smile to her commander.
"Ah, command'r! Wen' fo' a trainin' a'last? Even tha' finest skill'd man needs to practic' y'know."
Her tune was hoarse, given she seemed to have lack of water consumption, yet she stood firmly in her post.
Regnwald made a crooked grin, avoiding eye contact, so he kept wandering his usual, solemn gaze about the folawigendas. He quickly responded
''You think I do not train? Well, I do.''
His plain words with his accent would be accompanied by a confirming nod as he held her gaze with a brimming gaze.
''Want to test?''
He lowered his eyes towards the blade on her, motioning the gaze. Her lips raised a curve into a grin, sapphire blue eyes motioning and observing his expression, while her arm once rested on the hilt switched a ready position of unsheathing it, though she didn't do it yet.
"Fightin' ye s'not a daily things to find, command'r. It'd b' an honour...."
given a polite tune, bowing her head with a little nod, but her word seemed to hang and unfinished, thus she ended it,
"to defeat you command'r."
She gave a wide grin at the end, as she felt deeply her heartbeat paced swift like countless streams of water fallen from the waterfall. She did not hesitate and quickly put on her helmet which sorely put idle between her armpit, followed by her wooden shield which clasped on her arm. Regnwald nodded once with a sound like somewhat of a grunt. He then greeted the training eorlings with a slight tilt of his head in a stout way. He edged a few steps from the crowd to find a space for the expected spar. He nodded in thanks as a Rider handed him a sword, not similar to that held by the maiden. He would comment
''That is a good sword. Good to see you bearing that once again, after all those lessons...''
His voice deepened and his eyes narrowed, holding his stoic figure.
''Now show me what you've learnt.''
He spinned the sword in his firm grip, waiting for the fairer gender to the first move. Eohilda Scanned the area beforehand, she would have seen a rider handed a sword to him; thus making a frown under her helmet,
"I was hopin' ya' get ye'selves yer own sword, command'r.."
She was half mumbling, but clearly It aimed towards Regnwald, with a half heart and abit of reluctancy she drew up her sword which was finely crafted, and well - oiled. Yet It murmured and shaded her mind, for the match could be unfair to do, yet she did not stand up low, tugging off the shield and throwing it harshly onto the ground with only a steel sword left in her fist, swinging it briefly to calm her stance and nerve before she presumed into her sparring position.
"I'm a fast learn'r command'r, I wil not b' brought low as ye' once did b'fore."
Regnwald was about to leap to the side yet a sudden swing would cross his way, still managing to parry the attack. A hard clash of iron and steel were heard in the distance. The Captain kept his stoic expression then proceeded with an urge to hit her backhanded with the grip of Naegling, giving a groan with his move. Eohilda swung rapidly the sword towards him in a frontal stance; thus scoring no success,hitting nigh to his durable, but swift gear. Her cape seemed to trouble other while, it swayed around and lacking the free rotational move for her to act, failing to avoid a backstab by the commander, she groaned softly with the echoes created by the steel, it kept the damage light and unfelt, she quickly turned her gaze into him, seemingly to plan on her next move.
Eohilda walked warily around the same spot while she eyed his move, an odd mysterious stance for his tactic, she took confussion while her green cape repeatedly tugging and interrupting her free move, with a quick windy response, she clasped off the cape onto the ground, making a soft noise before it. She swung and played her blade once more in her own hand, before she scored a close hit towards the right side of her neck, resulting a serious injury if not be dodged. But he raised the sword slightly aloft, seemingly expecting a leaping attack from the maiden. He clenched his teeth as he swayed his head to the side; thus throwing the golden braids that crossed his glance behind. He sucked in a breath and evaded her blow with an agile move to the right, allowing him a counter strike. He wanted to benefit from it and ran straight through her, aiming.With a sturdy extreme response for his next blow, she quickly ran towards him and sliding across below his stand, she swayed her blade to him underneath, slowed down after.
A quick stand then recovered from her, nudging back to her former self. Regnwald stared at her for a length of time after the action passed, shearing a piece of cloth as for the result yet It did not reveal the win, he charged towards her, raising the iron blade with his grip as they came within a close range, but the commander juked right with a glimpse, aiming to deceive her and raised his fist that would fly over towards her neck. Eohilda saw It was coming towards him, the trick played by her little mind and reflex, recklessly she rolled and positioned herself like a rush into Regnwald before he juked right away, as she would have expected, she gave a wide grin that her guess drew correctness, she readied her hilt, blowing it harshly to the part of his head. Regnwald would with a glee make a crooked grin, seeing her finally learnt to escape from his rarely used tactical fist. The maiden was quick, though her Captain was quicker. He saw the coming hilt and crossed her move with his firm grip, pushing her arm away strongly.then he swug the blade forth with a gasp to throw her further, and perhaps to the ground.
Eohilda got savagely pushed while her legs resisting it's force. Her eyes were brimming cautiously, given that her opponent was not a soft one to put down. Her sweats began to running down from her reddish cheek, in which she tugged off her helmet and fencing it off to the ground, while she swayed her damp blonde hair into a comforting stance, raising her blade once more for another plan to blow another wave of attack, she narrowed her eyes and seemingly a grown idea overcome her thought. A brief silent was there before she rapidly ran across to his direction as the ground dusted in it's response, at first she seemed to hand another sword blow to Regnwald, but she rotated herself, giving her leg to stoop the man down by dwindling his legs, but the flaw was indeed taken by the predictable time as she rotated. Alas, he escaped from her leg trick in time and at sudden crossed the maiden's randomly flying swing with a quick move of the blunt sword, making a sound of clashing and he strongly dodged the maiden's heirloom weapon away. It spared the warrior a small length of time to finish the spar, the blunt blade strongly swinging towards her chest. Her strength, and the force dwindled her strength and successfully disarmed the maiden, allowing herself to be exposed at some point and Regnwald took the moment, slashing her cuirass damagingly; thus she fell over the ground in a voice like a thud, grunting and whimpering it low. Her eyes gazed towards Regnwald,
"Bema...."
Regnwald glanced down at her with ghost of a smile and buried the blunt sword to the grass, its tip finding the ground. The man rolled his shoulders to breath,
''Helm's balls, you were good!''
He expressed his thoughts with a compliment.Regnwald would then advance closer to her with a step, offering a hand. Eohilda rose her head, holding her gaze towards him with a little brow raised from her, of she never had been this warm before the aethelwigend.
"It wern't if I fell...!"
She muttered, reluctantly accepting his offer she stood up, dusting her figure for a bit before she gave a brassy stare for him, and a sudden mischievous wide grin planted in her expression, she tackled and pushed the man in the neck, smashing him onto the ground. Regnwald grasped her from the gauntlets as a hand pushed him back, his grip was so firm that it made the maiden fall to the ground after him, which made a pair of heavy thuds on the cold grass one more time.
Eohilda went into an utter shock, her body couldn't balance the firm strength from the man, and yet she fell along to the man, ending her fate in the soft soil of Stangard, her smile cannot be beared more that she let a hoarse chuckle, like for the first time she had ever done it before. But a struck of lightning glared and strucked the maiden's hearth, on which she felt an utter embarassedment, and a feeling of warmth that she had not felt since. She rose up quickly, dusting herself,
"Well'least I made ye'fall, command'r."
The chuckle dimmed into a faint smile towards him, throwing a fistbump on his chest. He would rise from the ground aswell, a deep frown taking his visage. He dusted himself off for a length before sparing a glare over towards her.
''Ye think 'tis funny?''
Regnwald smiled for a bit, his hazel green eyes brimming bright as his gaze fixed on hers. He would not give a significant or a visible response to her fist, but he knew it was friendly.
