Quest for the Sword [IC]

[Silent Assassin]

"Uh, right." Ollie said to Drago. By this time the Commandant -- that is, the commanding officer -- returned to the trainees. He strode out of the wooden doors to the building behind them. It was large and made out of stone. He stopped in front of them when he reached. They lined themselves up once more before he addressed them.

"Okay, scum. You will now work through combat scenarios with your applied-for weapon. I will not have that pansy crap other training units do, where bowmen fight bowmen and swordsmen fight swordsmen. To be in the Royal Army you have to be adaptive and witty. You will fight the class opposite of you. In groups of two. One-on-one battles. Choose your partners and hurry up! Stance when you're ready!"

Ollie paid attention. This was action time. Fighting time. He'd get some practice in. Even if the sword he had was meant for training, which of course meant the arrows bowmen had were for training as well. This didn't matter to him. A fight was a fight. Action was action, and he was thirsting for it all day. He walked over to Drago who seemed to not have a partner yet. "So, uh, wanna spar?"