( @Critical )
The morning air was crisp and clear as the tawny streaks of sunlight barely reached over the horizon as Ruggiero stood in the middle of the academy’s courtyard that springtime morn: the perfect time for a bit of manly sport between two honorable gentlemen. Even though the time was only 05:30, the chivalrous history teacher was up and ready, his sword oiled and sharpened, his armor strapped fittingly.
It had been a long time since he had actually crossed blades with anyone, but he was pleasantly surprised to find a fellow swordsman in his colleague, one Jacob Cunningham, earlier that month; he had been passing the sports field on his way home one day when he saw a small crowd of students gathered around some spectacle. Further inquiry revealed that Mr. Cunningham oft practiced with his blade, and a few days after his inquiry, Ruggiero issued a challenge to Jacob, the fulfillment of which was the reason for his standing in the courtyard that morning.
Rapping the end of his blade against the pavement, Ruggiero’s eyes shifted from side to side under his visor, examining the immediate area. No sign of Signor Cunningham… he thought, before the muffled sound of footsteps from behind a moment later dispelled all doubt from his mind whether his challenge had been answered.
The morning air was crisp and clear as the tawny streaks of sunlight barely reached over the horizon as Ruggiero stood in the middle of the academy’s courtyard that springtime morn: the perfect time for a bit of manly sport between two honorable gentlemen. Even though the time was only 05:30, the chivalrous history teacher was up and ready, his sword oiled and sharpened, his armor strapped fittingly.
It had been a long time since he had actually crossed blades with anyone, but he was pleasantly surprised to find a fellow swordsman in his colleague, one Jacob Cunningham, earlier that month; he had been passing the sports field on his way home one day when he saw a small crowd of students gathered around some spectacle. Further inquiry revealed that Mr. Cunningham oft practiced with his blade, and a few days after his inquiry, Ruggiero issued a challenge to Jacob, the fulfillment of which was the reason for his standing in the courtyard that morning.
Rapping the end of his blade against the pavement, Ruggiero’s eyes shifted from side to side under his visor, examining the immediate area. No sign of Signor Cunningham… he thought, before the muffled sound of footsteps from behind a moment later dispelled all doubt from his mind whether his challenge had been answered.