Rules of the TrainingJoachim gave the horsewomen a faint smile as he edged away from her, despite how friendly she was (if you could call that friendly) he was still rather intimidated of her. However her hair, his sister would have a field day with, well at least weaving in beads into.
Taking the staff she held to him he rolled it in his fingers as he walked into the stadium. He wasn’t sure how well this sparring even was going to go, in fact he was sure he wouldn’t make it past the first opponent but he still had to try.
His first opponent was slightly larger than him, and much like the horsewoman he had scars all across his body and he stood rather confident.
And with a blink of an eye he lunged forward, not taking a second to even think about it he swung the staff as hard as he could.
It made contact before the warrior could even hit him, it smack him across the nose as blood littered the ground.
“Errr… I’m so sorry..” He replied as the met with nod from his opponent who quickly left with what pride he had.
Day 4
Round 1 - Success.