Just Another day at Atlas (Test RP)

[dolemecknight]

Doplemeck focused on the wooden dummy he had set up in the training room at the Atlas Headquarters. His bright green eyes narrowed as he held a thick, wooden sword in his hands tightly. he had to stay in top shape, he had to continue to train like the Knight he once was. Giving out a loud battle cry, Dolemeck charged the wooden dummy, striking it's neck, then it's side with ease. he would spin about after those two quick strikes and hit the back of the dummy, nearly knocking it over.

These workouts he did were quite intense. They made the normally meek, shy looking man that Dolemeck was appear to be a man to be feared on the battlefield. He paced his attacks and movements to try and not use up too much energy and tire himself out. Dolemeck just continues to move and attack the dummy, focused on that and not the sound of the door to his training area being opened.

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[childofatlas]

"Wooo! Show that dummy what evil it did!" Derek was very much enjoying the show that Dolemeck was giving. It was always fun to see Dolemecks training as a knight in action, although there were times he wished he would go all crazy and punchy with the training.

Maybe he needed a cape?

[dolemecknight]

Dolemeck came to a stop, giving a sigh as he rested the wooden sword on his shoulder and walked over to Derek. He was much taller than his adopted cousin, but not as muscular in nature. Because of that, he was often called a "beanpole" by Derek.

"Do you wish me to teach you the art of the sword, brother?" he raised an eyebrow. Dolemeck had actually braided his long black hair behind his head, it was a way to keep his hair from coming lose and blinding his vision as he practiced (though it made him look a little "girlie"). "It is not as hard as it looks."

[childofatlas]

"Sword-y type things are for knights. I'm a khan, but we're khans of the future! I'm hoping we get a lightsaber kinda thing to ride on robohorses against all the evil things in the world!"

There were times Derek seemed to be in another world. This was one of them.

[dolemecknight]

"... what the bloody hell is a "lightsaber". And... robohorses? Derek, the last time I tried to take you out riding you could not even get on the damn beast!" Dolemeck could not help but look at his cousin in disbelief. He walked over to a bench in the training area and grabbed a towel, patting down his face and neck with it. "You cannot move forward until you first learn of the past. And that means learning swordplay with a wooden sword and learning to ride a mule in your case... as you cannot handle a horse, yet."

[childofatlas]

"...does my mule have hover hooves? Because if I'm on a hover-mule that would make the wooden sword better," Derek said with a bit of a huff as he got down from his position to grab the sword.

[dolemecknight]

"No, it's just a mule, Derek. A simple, living, breathing mule!" Dolemeck frowned, removing his sweat soaked shirt and then standing in front of Derek. "Okay, your first lesson. I want you to come at me with your sword. Do not hesitate or worry that you will hurt me, for you will not. Just come at me."

[childofatlas]

"Okay."

Derek hurls the wooden sword at Dolemeck and flies immediately behind it, using the sword to cover the incoming tackle.

[dolemecknight]

"With the sword, you dolt! With the SWORD!" Dolemeck moved quickly, managing to dodge the attack, and then hitting Derek in the rear with his foot. He actually gave him a swift kick in the ass.

"Youth these days!" He muttered in Latin. " Heavenly Father, please give me the strength to be able to train this one."

"Get up, Derek, grab your sword... and come at me WITH the sword. If you so much as toss it out of your hands again, I will kick you in the bloody ass once more!"

[childofatlas]

Derek really doesn't feel all of that, but now he gets it.

"Oh, you meant with the sword. Come at you with the sword. Okay, got it."

Derek holds the sword like a baseball bat and swings hard and horizontal at Dolemeck.

[dolemecknight]

Dolemeck quickly used his own sword to disarm Derek, giving out a sigh as if his own actions felt like nothing. It was like he was swatting a fly.

"Pick up your sword and try again." He frowned. When he trained, Dolemeck took it seriously. In his era, if you did not train, you died on the battlefield.

[childofatlas]

Derek nods and picks up the sword, but when he grabs it he holds it a bit like a fencing sword. While not entirely skilled, it seems like he has had some practice in this as he jabs forward with the sword.

[dolemecknight]

Again, Dolemeck knocks the sword out of his hand with ease, looking unimpressed.

"Again, Derek." His voice sounded dull, bored. "This is no game, treat it seriously. I want to see the next Khan live long enough to at least lay with a woman in bed and produce offspring."

[childofatlas]

"So you think that it isn't a game. Well, in case you didn't know, I don't, either. I just think differently on matters."

The move is fast and precise. It is a feint to the left with the sword, but with his increased strength and speed instead of a sword now heading towards Dolemecks chest it's a very fast moving fist.

[dolemecknight]

Dolemeck's eyes widened as Derek moved faster than normal, he suddenly found himself hit directly in the chest by Derek's fist, causing him to make a pained cry as he was knocked back. He landed up against the wall of the training room, panting and clutching his chest.

"You..."

[childofatlas]

"Me? Yes. I have been trained in combat, Dole. Just not a sword."

Derek moved up slowly, reaching a hand out to assist his cousin in getting back up. He didn't mean to go that hard, but Dolemeck touched a nerve.

"Being Khan isn't all fighting. And even then, why give those fighting an advantage by knowing how you fight?"

[dolemecknight]

"That... was not... the point... you arse." Dolemeck coughed. His chest still burned, and had a bright red mark upon it from Derek's fist. "If you ever want to pick up a sword, you need to know how to bloody use it. If you cannot use it well, you will be slain. One cannot rely on brute strength and speed alone! That is how my brother Dayton fell!"

His reasoning for being so harsh on Derek was to prevent him from ending up like Dayton. He reminded him so much of his long dead brother, it hurt sometimes. But Dolemeck refused to show that pain.

"No one would expect you to know how to use a sword. It's an outdated art in this era. But I will sure as bloody hell train you to be the best there is at it. And in order to do that, you have to control your temper! Your foes will taunt you, goat you into battle, but you have to be smarter!"