The multi-colored elf lowers himself to the ground in push-up position.
Planting his massive palms firmly on the ground the multi-colored elf lowers his upper body towards the ground before lifting back up.
The multi-colored elf repeats the maneuver a few more times effortlessly.
The multi-colored elf grunts as he lowers himself towards the ground a few more times and lifts himself back up, small bits of sweat forming on his black and orange forehead.
You think: "I must persist on for my tribe, they need me now and yet I have no more time."
You think: "They must wait a bit longer until my training is complete, only then will I be strong enough."
You think: "Like my father,...."
The multi-colored elf's muscles tighten as he lowers himself towards the ground and back up several more times.
You think: "What kind of mercenaries do these fools call themselves, they barely do anything useful for themselves other than what's required, very well for them then, they can stay weak."
Breathing a bit heavily the multi-colored elf finally flips himself from the position, laying his massive back upon the ground.
The multi-colored elf extends his legs forward, folding his large arms across his chest.
The multi-colored elf's ab muscles tighten as he lifts his back from the ground, raising until his chest meets his arched knees.
The multi-colored elf repeats the maneuver a few more times, grunting while he does so.
The giant red sun sets over Allanak's west wall.
A loud horn blast sounds from the south.The multi-colored elf lays back on the ground, drawing in a few deep breaths.
You think: "I can't stop now, it'd be the weaklings way out."
The multi-colored elf nods tiredly almost to himself, glancing about to see a few other mercenaries standing about him, watching his actions.
Grunting while his massive upper body lifts from the ground once more the multi-colored elf continues on with his exercises.
The multi-colored elf gasp suddenly, glancing at his left arm with a sneer.
Heaving his left arm up limply with his other arm, you say, in sirihish: "Shit, this thing is bound to be my downfall one day, After I return to my tribe I suppose they will fix it up, I suppose."
The multi-colored elf releases his grip, allowing his left arm to fall limply to his side while he beats upon it with his right fist.
Slowly beggining to move his left arm, you say, in sirihish: "Much better, I need to persist with my training now."
The multi-colored elf unlaches both swords from his belt quickly, drawing them up.
You draw a short bone sparring sword.
You draw a short bone sparring sword.
The night has begun.
Glancing up at the darkened sky with a grim smile, you say, in sirihish: "Good, I work better at night anyways."
The multi-colored elf crouches to a squatting position, raising his swords over his head at an invisible opponent.
The multi-colored elf dashes rapidly into the night, striking ahead at an unseen target.
The multi-colored elf leaps from his squatting position, turning in a circular motion in mid-air and coming around with a backhand strike that dents the side of a wooden training target.
While still in mid-air the multi-colored elf lashes out a quick kick combo towards another wooden target, denting it inwards a bit.
The multi-colored elf lands to the ground, quickly aiming a few skilful attacks on numerous angles of a humanoid, wooden training object.
The multi-colored elf withdraws back from the target, resuming his low squat as he raises his weapons to deflect unseen blows.
The multi-colored elf lowers his weapons with a satisfied nod, hitching them to the side of his belt.
You sheathe a short bone sparring sword.
You sheathe a short bone sparring sword.
Lowering towards the ground to gain momentum, you say, in sirihish: "Now time to work a bit on speed."
The multi-colored elf swiftly dashes through the yard, nimbly avoiding several patroling sentries.
The multi-colored elf's breaths heavy as he continue his quick pace through the yard, avoiding several objects in his way.
Running swiftly the multi-colored elf trips over a wooden training weapon and sprawls into a building, head first.
The multi-colored elf grunts, tiredly rubbing at his head with orange and crimson hands.
You think: "This is only a fragment of the training I need, but It'll have to do for now, I should rest."
The multi-colored elf tiredly raises from the ground, staggering into the distance.
COntributed by account Solan
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