➸9th of Ash, Year 124, A.o.S➸
➸ It was interesting to fight against new weapons as Thimryl was realizing how this staff was used. It was like a spear without the spearhead and he could tell the human had some form of training with it. He was learning much from their exchange, the weapon's reach, how it could block and, in the same motion attack as well. It truly fascinated Thimryl to experience this.
Reacting to the incoming blow, he would pull back from his initial strike to parry the coming sweep of his legs, catching the staff as it came up to hit him. He would match Thimryl move for move as best he could, resisting the urge to rely on his reaving. It was weird to him, fighting without using his reaving, but it was also good for him to know what it was like to not rely so heavily on the magic. It made him want to know more about blending the two together. As they gave each other a quick round of exchanges, Torin needed a moment to catch his breath, allowing Thimryl to take a breather of his own, plopping down on the cool training floor.
"I must say you have quite the handle on the staff. I've never faced an opponent who uses that kind of weapon before, so I'm grateful for the experience." he noted through panted breaths as he watched Torin. "Where did you learn to wield such a weapon? I assume your technique comes from the use of your hammer?" he asked, curious as to where, if he were ever given the opportunity to travel, one could learn to wield such a weapon. ➸
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