Zera did not comment as they drew their weapons from the bag, instead he simply watched with a forced expression of casual disinterest. The truth was he was infinitely curious about what the first weapons they picked were. The students at this academy had extraordinary self perception and natural instinct. It went to show how special they were when they gravitated often toward exactly the kind of weapon they needed. It was likely no different here.
The young woman, Fatima, chose a pair of knives. Knife fighting was a close quarters art and required dexterity, flexibility and a chilling calm. Not only was it an incredible form of self defense when no other methods remained, it was also a extraordinary way to build up self control and willpower through the art of the short-blade. Though Freyja might be the better teacher if she chose to pick up the dervish style-Zera was no dancer.
Griffin, the entropomancer also made a very interesting pick. A spear and a dirk. Dirks were shorter than combat fighting knives. They were good for quick thrusts because of how wide they were at the base, the wound created was almost always fatal if presented to the appropriate part of the body. Healing a wound like that was difficult. The spear on the other hand had a flat bottom on one end, and made it very useful if one had an understanding of acrobatics. Simply jerking it forward and back was childs play. Something Hilda could attest to.
Jake, another student, drew out a broadsword. A heavy, skill oriented weapon that Zera was all too familiar with. He wondered how they would react when they saw his runeblade. He stifled his own ego with a mental chastisement and looked to the next student. Aedan Drago, he had the air of a proper soldier around him. That was compelling. Zera tilted his head and crossed his arms as the young man retrieved a weapon matching his own personal implement. Good, good. Though he wished the young man would try something new.
Unfortunately it was not his place to comment on that today.
Crispin was still having difficulty. Most of the weapons inside the bags had been crafted by Zera to be held by ordinary sized beings. Crispin was too small to use most of them. Zera turned to his desk and considered, rubbing his chin. A knife was not going to work in this case. Zera quickly drew a pen from his pocket and grabbed a slip of paper. He drew a circle, and then like a machine he began to sketch out an intricate pentagram filled with symbols, numbers and what appeared to be equations. He spun it once, checking his work before adding a few more details. With that, he held his hand over it and concentrated.
The paper glowed a low blue color, pale but bright at the same time, out of it three blades began to stretch, they stopped after about a foot of length, ending in a handle that reminded one of brass knuckles. Three holes for fingers waiting for the user to hold them. He checked the weapon, striking it against the table. It didn't cut.
"You can use this, for now." Zera said, extending the magically conjured weapon to the young man.
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The young woman, Fatima, chose a pair of knives. Knife fighting was a close quarters art and required dexterity, flexibility and a chilling calm. Not only was it an incredible form of self defense when no other methods remained, it was also a extraordinary way to build up self control and willpower through the art of the short-blade. Though Freyja might be the better teacher if she chose to pick up the dervish style-Zera was no dancer.
Griffin, the entropomancer also made a very interesting pick. A spear and a dirk. Dirks were shorter than combat fighting knives. They were good for quick thrusts because of how wide they were at the base, the wound created was almost always fatal if presented to the appropriate part of the body. Healing a wound like that was difficult. The spear on the other hand had a flat bottom on one end, and made it very useful if one had an understanding of acrobatics. Simply jerking it forward and back was childs play. Something Hilda could attest to.
Jake, another student, drew out a broadsword. A heavy, skill oriented weapon that Zera was all too familiar with. He wondered how they would react when they saw his runeblade. He stifled his own ego with a mental chastisement and looked to the next student. Aedan Drago, he had the air of a proper soldier around him. That was compelling. Zera tilted his head and crossed his arms as the young man retrieved a weapon matching his own personal implement. Good, good. Though he wished the young man would try something new.
Unfortunately it was not his place to comment on that today.
Crispin was still having difficulty. Most of the weapons inside the bags had been crafted by Zera to be held by ordinary sized beings. Crispin was too small to use most of them. Zera turned to his desk and considered, rubbing his chin. A knife was not going to work in this case. Zera quickly drew a pen from his pocket and grabbed a slip of paper. He drew a circle, and then like a machine he began to sketch out an intricate pentagram filled with symbols, numbers and what appeared to be equations. He spun it once, checking his work before adding a few more details. With that, he held his hand over it and concentrated.
The paper glowed a low blue color, pale but bright at the same time, out of it three blades began to stretch, they stopped after about a foot of length, ending in a handle that reminded one of brass knuckles. Three holes for fingers waiting for the user to hold them. He checked the weapon, striking it against the table. It didn't cut.
"You can use this, for now." Zera said, extending the magically conjured weapon to the young man.
@BoopDeBoop @Griffin @Districtwolf66 @Saberteck @Crom
