Mini Mongo
Drog Do Faal Mongonite Lahvu
Geran smiled as Thorral and a few others attempted to train the recruits, they had skill yes, but not the skill of a true Witcher, Geran would train them himself.
''Ahh very good training, but not good enough. Please all recruits stay here, anything above back off and watch.'' the Guild member reacted almost immediately, which was definitely a good sign.
Geran walked in, picking up a steel sword, one for him and one for a unlikely recruit.
''Face me!'' Geran shouted at the top of his lungs, many of the recruits quickly turning, but one was rather slow, Geran's first volunteer.
Geran let out a smile, a few of the Witchers and other ranks smiling as well, probably remembering their first time Geran did this to them.
Geran walked up to the Recruit, the others moving out of the way, he handed him the steel sword, he looked scared.
''We shall spar, try to kill me please.'' Geran said calmly, he readied himself, the Recruits and members looking scared, the rest merely smiling.
Geran went into a perfect defense, nigh unbreakable against any blade, wielded by anyone.
''Charge boy!'' Geran shouted again, the Recruit hesitating, then charging at Geran, screaming as he did.
The recruit brought his blade down upon Geran, an easy block as Geran placed his blade in front of the Recruits, blocking the attack.
In a split second after Geran blocked his sent his blade thrusting towards the Recruits face, before even knowing it Geran blade was on the tip of digging into the Recruits face.
''Boy, if this was a real fight, you would be dead. AGAIN!'' Geran said calmly into shouting the last word, before the Recruit reacted Geran charged, as he did he slid across the floor, his feet contacting with the Recruits shins.
He fell to the floor, Geran quickly standing, his blade against the Recruits neck.
''Seriously? Come on is this boy a Witcher, or a fool.'' Geran said calmly, a few Witchers letting out a laugh as Geran turned his back facing his Witchers.
''Cyrus, let's show them the meaning of being a Witcher.''
The recruit gained a angry expression on his face, getting up quietly, which was of course what Geran expected.
He smiled, the rest of the Witchers joining him, they all knew he would get back up, a fatal mistake.
The Recruit stood, charging and screaming ''Argh!!!!!!'' the Recruit swung his blade with all his might.
Geran ducked, not even facing the recruit as he let the hilt of his sword hit against the Recruits knee, braking his bone.
Geran wasn't finished yet though, the Recruit still stood, more or less.
He faced the Recruit, a easy fight, the man swinging his blade randomly, each hitting with Geran's blade.
As the Recruit went for a hit, Geran easily countered it, getting in close combat with the Recruit, Geran headbutted the man.
Once again he still stood, and just to finish him off he swung his blade into the Recruits knee that he broke, the man falling in pain.
''They all do the same thing boy, never attack a man as his back is turned. Take him to medical, and by the way boy. Attack me out of this ring, or when my back is turned, and I shall have to teach you a few lessons. Got it?
The Witchers laughed, the Recruits and low ranking members staring in shock at Geran, his veterans laughing or smiling.
''Come on Cyrus, let's have a spar friend.''
Geran took the steel blade that had fallen from the Recruits hand as he was taken to the Medic, Geran picking it up and chucking it to Cyrus.
''Prepare to be beaten'' he smiled and let out a wink to his good friend, taking a very aggressive position, ready to go all out on Cyrus, no harm done of course.
Unlike the poor Recruit that is.
''Ahh very good training, but not good enough. Please all recruits stay here, anything above back off and watch.'' the Guild member reacted almost immediately, which was definitely a good sign.
Geran walked in, picking up a steel sword, one for him and one for a unlikely recruit.
''Face me!'' Geran shouted at the top of his lungs, many of the recruits quickly turning, but one was rather slow, Geran's first volunteer.
Geran let out a smile, a few of the Witchers and other ranks smiling as well, probably remembering their first time Geran did this to them.
Geran walked up to the Recruit, the others moving out of the way, he handed him the steel sword, he looked scared.
''We shall spar, try to kill me please.'' Geran said calmly, he readied himself, the Recruits and members looking scared, the rest merely smiling.
Geran went into a perfect defense, nigh unbreakable against any blade, wielded by anyone.
''Charge boy!'' Geran shouted again, the Recruit hesitating, then charging at Geran, screaming as he did.
The recruit brought his blade down upon Geran, an easy block as Geran placed his blade in front of the Recruits, blocking the attack.
In a split second after Geran blocked his sent his blade thrusting towards the Recruits face, before even knowing it Geran blade was on the tip of digging into the Recruits face.
''Boy, if this was a real fight, you would be dead. AGAIN!'' Geran said calmly into shouting the last word, before the Recruit reacted Geran charged, as he did he slid across the floor, his feet contacting with the Recruits shins.
He fell to the floor, Geran quickly standing, his blade against the Recruits neck.
''Seriously? Come on is this boy a Witcher, or a fool.'' Geran said calmly, a few Witchers letting out a laugh as Geran turned his back facing his Witchers.
''Cyrus, let's show them the meaning of being a Witcher.''
The recruit gained a angry expression on his face, getting up quietly, which was of course what Geran expected.
He smiled, the rest of the Witchers joining him, they all knew he would get back up, a fatal mistake.
The Recruit stood, charging and screaming ''Argh!!!!!!'' the Recruit swung his blade with all his might.
Geran ducked, not even facing the recruit as he let the hilt of his sword hit against the Recruits knee, braking his bone.
Geran wasn't finished yet though, the Recruit still stood, more or less.
He faced the Recruit, a easy fight, the man swinging his blade randomly, each hitting with Geran's blade.
As the Recruit went for a hit, Geran easily countered it, getting in close combat with the Recruit, Geran headbutted the man.
Once again he still stood, and just to finish him off he swung his blade into the Recruits knee that he broke, the man falling in pain.
''They all do the same thing boy, never attack a man as his back is turned. Take him to medical, and by the way boy. Attack me out of this ring, or when my back is turned, and I shall have to teach you a few lessons. Got it?
The Witchers laughed, the Recruits and low ranking members staring in shock at Geran, his veterans laughing or smiling.
''Come on Cyrus, let's have a spar friend.''
Geran took the steel blade that had fallen from the Recruits hand as he was taken to the Medic, Geran picking it up and chucking it to Cyrus.
''Prepare to be beaten'' he smiled and let out a wink to his good friend, taking a very aggressive position, ready to go all out on Cyrus, no harm done of course.
Unlike the poor Recruit that is.