Chiron will get his opportunity to prepare himself, however short, as Achilles shifts in his stance, launching himself forward. Metal will grind against metal as their swords meet, clanging upon impact. Through his years of battling in war, he's learned to incorporate the techniques Chiron had taught him into his wild style of fighting. He's constantly moving, his footwork practiced and quick. Chiron will have to adapt to the way the younger man circles about him, searching for an opening in his defence.
Knowing them, this spar will drag on for hours before it's time for one to relent. Though both of them are proud, their dynamic isn't bound by a hero's honour. This isn't a fight to the death. ]
[This isn't a match about anything than blowing off steam. Chiron is not surprised. Actually, it relieves him, that Achilles has enough foresight in regards to his own anger that this is how he has chosen to handle it.
And moments ago he had been despairing that all the maturity and growth he thought he saw in his former student had been for naught.
For the first few minutes, Chiron is all defense, simply deflecting what comes at him rather than truly striking back. That's on purpose. That's to get the worst out of Achilles, before the muse has another rage to sing of. It is only after he's certain that the worst is over that Chiron goes on the offensive.
He's improved, obviously. Even between the Holy Grail War and now, there's been improvement. But that does not stop him from grabbing wrists when he can, flinging Achilles across the room like a sack of flour. And it doesn't surprise Chiron when Achilles returns the favor.
There's no real stopping point. Not until one of them yells for the other to yield.]
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Chiron will get his opportunity to prepare himself, however short, as Achilles shifts in his stance, launching himself forward. Metal will grind against metal as their swords meet, clanging upon impact. Through his years of battling in war, he's learned to incorporate the techniques Chiron had taught him into his wild style of fighting. He's constantly moving, his footwork practiced and quick. Chiron will have to adapt to the way the younger man circles about him, searching for an opening in his defence.
Knowing them, this spar will drag on for hours before it's time for one to relent. Though both of them are proud, their dynamic isn't bound by a hero's honour. This isn't a fight to the death. ]
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And moments ago he had been despairing that all the maturity and growth he thought he saw in his former student had been for naught.
For the first few minutes, Chiron is all defense, simply deflecting what comes at him rather than truly striking back. That's on purpose. That's to get the worst out of Achilles, before the muse has another rage to sing of. It is only after he's certain that the worst is over that Chiron goes on the offensive.
He's improved, obviously. Even between the Holy Grail War and now, there's been improvement. But that does not stop him from grabbing wrists when he can, flinging Achilles across the room like a sack of flour. And it doesn't surprise Chiron when Achilles returns the favor.
There's no real stopping point. Not until one of them yells for the other to yield.]