Lancelot nodded. If he was satisfied by the answer or not was hard to tell. He turned and left the room. He moved out to the training field with his sword in hand. It wasn't about if he believed in Galahad, it was about if Galahad believed in himself. It was a test of his own resolve. He would see how his son performed against him in the sparring match. He moved through simple sword motions, warming up his body before his son arrived.
It took some time to be able to find the correct armor and to put it on. Training armor was bulky, never fit properly, and had to be tied just right to be effective. After Galahad was finished he headed out to the training yard where his father waited.
Training was nothing new, but training with his Father was somewhat of a rarity. He was both eager and nervous.
"Should we start at basics and continue from there?"
"Yes. I wish to see your form first. Ready your stance," Shadow said as he slipped into his own ready stance. Lancelot knew his fighting stance wasn't traditional but it was one he had honed himself, a style all his own. He was curious to see if Galahad had began to form his own style or was still using one of the traditional fighting styles.
"Of course." Galahad put positioned himself exactly the way he'd been told to: he readied his sword out front, positioned his feet and hands where he was instructed to by his teachers. It definitely wasn't something of his own--imitation was the quickest way to learn--even if what he was doing wasn't indicative to his own strengths. It was a powerful stance.. though he wasn't very naturally powerful.
"Very well," Lancelot nodded. He observed the stance. It was true to what Galahad had been taught. He mimicked the powerful stance perfectly, yet he knew it was not one that played to his son's strengths. Lancelot didn't hesitate to move forward quickly and swung his sword, seeing how Galahad would respond.
Galahad managed to step back into a block, but it was painfully apparent that he nearly dropped the sword in the process from the sheer force of the blow. He attempted to recover with a quick repositioning of his palms and strike back with a clean horizontal cleave.
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Date: 2016-04-14 04:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-14 08:54 pm (UTC)Training was nothing new, but training with his Father was somewhat of a rarity. He was both eager and nervous.
"Should we start at basics and continue from there?"
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Date: 2016-04-30 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-05-01 07:35 pm (UTC)"Of course." Galahad put positioned himself exactly the way he'd been told to: he readied his sword out front, positioned his feet and hands where he was instructed to by his teachers. It definitely wasn't something of his own--imitation was the quickest way to learn--even if what he was doing wasn't indicative to his own strengths. It was a powerful stance.. though he wasn't very naturally powerful.
"Ready."
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Date: 2016-05-04 05:58 pm (UTC)no subject
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