Jun 8, 2016 4:04 pm
A large area of the bailey is set up with archery targets and straw dummies for combat practice. There are racks filled with blunt practice weapons, and a roped-off area for sparring. At the moment, Valrakas, the minotaur barbarian, is engaged in with Fēng, the aarakocra monk. The minotaur swings a blunted bastard sword in a wide arc aimed for the aarakocra's ribs but Feng is too quick: with a quick flurry of wings the monk is airborne and raining talon strikes down on Valrakas. The minotaur just manages to raise his shield to block, but with that distraction Feng is able to drop down to the ground and sweep Valrakas' legs out from under him. Roaring and cursing, the minotaur falls in a hairy heap.
Feng relaxes his stance and bows. He knows enough not to help the proud short-tempered minotaur to his feet - err...hooves. Valrakas rises, laughing. "Thass twice in a row, birdman! How 'bout we make it best o' five eh?"
Feng bows once more and replies in his lilting Far-Eastern accent, "I'm afraid I haven't your stamina, my friend. And I have other duties. So sorry."
Valrakas laughs again, and claps the monk on the shoulder. "Fine, fine, off wit' ye then!" he rubs his hands together and looks around, grinning, "So who's next?"
Feng relaxes his stance and bows. He knows enough not to help the proud short-tempered minotaur to his feet - err...hooves. Valrakas rises, laughing. "Thass twice in a row, birdman! How 'bout we make it best o' five eh?"
Feng bows once more and replies in his lilting Far-Eastern accent, "I'm afraid I haven't your stamina, my friend. And I have other duties. So sorry."
Valrakas laughs again, and claps the monk on the shoulder. "Fine, fine, off wit' ye then!" he rubs his hands together and looks around, grinning, "So who's next?"
