Azmere whistled a happy tune as he picked up the second to last punching bag, carrying it easy over to the others. The dojo was slowly starting to wind down for the day, and he figured putting stuff away a bit early would allow him to perhaps get out and explore Manta Carlos a bit more. It was such a big place, he probably was never going to find all of its secrets; but he'd darn well try! He tossed the black punching bag next to the four others that were piled neatly in the corner. The Archangel brushed off his hands, before nodding and moving over back to one of the mats that still had people in it. He watched as two people, a man and a woman, circled; the man wielding a wooden ax while the woman held a wooden quarterstaff.
Azmere smiled, crossing his arms as he watched. The few people that weren't engaged in a spar nodded to him politely and smiled, before turning back to the current fights. He watched as the man attacked first, in an attempt to cut down the distance between them. Of course, the woman was prepared; the quarterstaff came spinning around her body, slamming into his arm and knocking it down. She continued the motion, until one end slammed right into his face, sending him staggering off the mat, ax lost in the impact. The tiny crowd cheered as she spun the quarterstaff and ending strongly, bowing once to the crowd, once to the now wounded man, and once to Azmere, who bowed back. "Great job. You've taken quite a liking to that quarterstaff, hmm?" He smiled as the woman nodded, and he clapped along with the others.
He was making his way back to another mat where a spar was currently underway, when he heard the door open. Newcomers so late? Either way, he smiled in a friendly manner and made his way to the door, picking up a towel from the stack and wiping off any sweat from his bare upperbody. "Hello and welcome to the Tavran Sasaran," he greeted the person on entry, using a hand to push the hair out of his face.
Azmere smiled, crossing his arms as he watched. The few people that weren't engaged in a spar nodded to him politely and smiled, before turning back to the current fights. He watched as the man attacked first, in an attempt to cut down the distance between them. Of course, the woman was prepared; the quarterstaff came spinning around her body, slamming into his arm and knocking it down. She continued the motion, until one end slammed right into his face, sending him staggering off the mat, ax lost in the impact. The tiny crowd cheered as she spun the quarterstaff and ending strongly, bowing once to the crowd, once to the now wounded man, and once to Azmere, who bowed back. "Great job. You've taken quite a liking to that quarterstaff, hmm?" He smiled as the woman nodded, and he clapped along with the others.
He was making his way back to another mat where a spar was currently underway, when he heard the door open. Newcomers so late? Either way, he smiled in a friendly manner and made his way to the door, picking up a towel from the stack and wiping off any sweat from his bare upperbody. "Hello and welcome to the Tavran Sasaran," he greeted the person on entry, using a hand to push the hair out of his face.
