[Horses and horseriding, Lucina had thought, were hardly her area of expertise. Perhaps in another life it might have been. Another reality where she would have experienced a life similar to what was normal within Thorne's court... A life that, despite the tensions discernable behind closed doors, had not taken even the smallest modicum of the agony of what she had been summoned from.
She had no right to be here. Of that, she was most certain. She should not be here.
While arriving at the stables that morning had been purely accident, she had chosen to trust the stablehand's choice of animal for her. Furthermore, she had ventured out unto the surrounding meadows and woodlands following the effort that clearly went into his selection.
If anything, the experience had been welcome. The experience, accidental or not, served to settle her thoughts. To calm her, and to rearrange and reorganize matters- what she had come from, what she could possibly do- into coherent thought.
That was, until this very moment. This very moment where she is dismounted, her horse is allowed to graze, and she hears something behind her.
Brigands? She turns- her small hand gripped around a long, yet narrow branch- and she steels her voice as much as it possibly could be steeled.]
Who goes there?
Free Cities: Training Grounds
Hyaa!
[Exclamations of impressed wonder resound all around her- gasps, low murmers, and quiet sounds of amazement come from all manner of people. Men, women, all of whom soldiers, some of which stand by for the sake of their own entertainment, some of whom stand by for the sake of getting in on a few bets on this slip of a girl- this child- who seems to be putting a fully grown man on the ground.
Much to her chagrin, Lucina appears to have earned herself a small crowd- yet her attention is not on a single soul of it. Her focus lies squarely upon her sparring opponent, a larger man- fully grown- who appears to be staggering backward.
And such cannot be avoided, for Lucina is relentless. While her initial strike has forced the man- perhaps twice the size of her, and three times the width, back in a stagger, she rushes forward. The dull iron blade in her hand glints threateningly, and while the man seems to not quite be done- he has clearly taken enough blows with the flat of it to not be thinking as lucidly as he could- to think only of evening the score come hell or high water.
She is quick. She is very quick- and seemingly instantly the man is struck once more with three- four- five powerful blows to his armour, as well as a square kick to his front which sends him sprawling, sliding, and colliding into a collection of barrels pushed against a wall. The barrels collapse upon impact from the rather tall, rather portly man in full body armour, and the man struggles to refind his feet...
...Yet he stays down.
And...]
...
[She secures the sword in her belt before she approaches him. ...Is the wall... broken? Oh no.]
Lucina | Fire Emblem: Awakening | Strength
[Horses and horseriding, Lucina had thought, were hardly her area of expertise. Perhaps in another life it might have been. Another reality where she would have experienced a life similar to what was normal within Thorne's court... A life that, despite the tensions discernable behind closed doors, had not taken even the smallest modicum of the agony of what she had been summoned from.
She had no right to be here. Of that, she was most certain.
She should not be here.
While arriving at the stables that morning had been purely accident, she had chosen to trust the stablehand's choice of animal for her. Furthermore, she had ventured out unto the surrounding meadows and woodlands following the effort that clearly went into his selection.
If anything, the experience had been welcome. The experience, accidental or not, served to settle her thoughts. To calm her, and to rearrange and reorganize matters- what she had come from, what she could possibly do- into coherent thought.
That was, until this very moment. This very moment where she is dismounted, her horse is allowed to graze, and she hears something behind her.
Brigands? She turns- her small hand gripped around a long, yet narrow branch- and she steels her voice as much as it possibly could be steeled.]
Who goes there?
Free Cities: Training Grounds
Hyaa!
[Exclamations of impressed wonder resound all around her- gasps, low murmers, and quiet sounds of amazement come from all manner of people. Men, women, all of whom soldiers, some of which stand by for the sake of their own entertainment, some of whom stand by for the sake of getting in on a few bets on this slip of a girl- this child- who seems to be putting a fully grown man on the ground.
Much to her chagrin, Lucina appears to have earned herself a small crowd- yet her attention is not on a single soul of it. Her focus lies squarely upon her sparring opponent, a larger man- fully grown- who appears to be staggering backward.
And such cannot be avoided, for Lucina is relentless. While her initial strike has forced the man- perhaps twice the size of her, and three times the width, back in a stagger, she rushes forward. The dull iron blade in her hand glints threateningly, and while the man seems to not quite be done- he has clearly taken enough blows with the flat of it to not be thinking as lucidly as he could- to think only of evening the score come hell or high water.
She is quick. She is very quick- and seemingly instantly the man is struck once more with three- four- five powerful blows to his armour, as well as a square kick to his front which sends him sprawling, sliding, and colliding into a collection of barrels pushed against a wall. The barrels collapse upon impact from the rather tall, rather portly man in full body armour, and the man struggles to refind his feet...
...Yet he stays down.
And...]
...
[She secures the sword in her belt before she approaches him. ...Is the wall... broken? Oh no.]