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 Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 9:06 pm
Endymion had checked his phone before leaving his loft to make sure that the day would be cool. There was no way he was going out to spar on a day that was over 95 degrees, and with luck the appointment was placed on a day that wasn't sweltering. There was even a nice breeze.
Glad for it, he took the usual way of upper-income apartment roofs to the more business area of town, before turning and making his way to the more older buildings. As much as teleporting made things easy, it was tiring and also very incriminating if you were presenting yourself as a knight in some form or another.
It was good it was cool out, as he made the last leap to the familiar rooftop and landed with a crunch of rooftop gravel under pristine, black boots. The sun had fallen hours ago, and that meant the roof was no longer wafting heat. Still, he could have done with a indoor gym.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 12:15 pm
Camelot's mood had slightly improved recently, but that was only due to his fiance and his adorable dog keeping him company. And the fact that his son was not around that often, avoiding the happy family moments that were sure to drown them now that Tony and Kyndall were engaged.
At least things at home and work, as a civilian, were under control.
It was just when he powered up that things felt strange and different. He was angrier. Impatient. Not as kind as he wanted to be. He did not understand what he was doing any more, and did not, perhaps, believe in what he was fighting for. How he was fighting. He had a lot to work out and he did not know how to work it out.
He just needed to take a big, powered up, breath of air.
So maybe sparring was a good idea. True, it was with someone he did not trust completely, but had been willing to give the benefit of the doubt before he got this bad temper of his. He was waiting at the top of the library, sitting on the railing of the roof. Glancing up, he saw the other arrive.
He stood up, hopping down inside the railing. He nodded his head in greeting.
"We meet again," the Knight of Earth said, smiling. It was hardly an accident of course.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 4:14 pm
"Almost not with this weather." He indicated, reaching up to unclasp his cape and drape it over the railing, selecting a place that wasn't rusting or dotted with bird droppings. After doing so, he felt a bit better without the added weight, but he was still very layered. If it wouldn't have powered him down, he would be going shirtless, but he instead just decided to take off his gloves as well and set them upon his cape. The good thing it was that if they fell down, he would not loose them. It was the few magical qualities they all shared. Uniform Instant Regeneration.
"I'm glad you weren't convinced to stay home either." By either nasty rumor about him or by the heat. Then again, he wondered who exactly Camelot spoke with, and if Endymion ever came up in discussion. The prince had been keeping a low profile. One could only hope some thought he was dead by now. It always made for a better entrance when he did show up.
"Are you up for a bit of sparring still? I'd like to test myself against your talents." Moreso, he wanted to bring about camaraderie, and he also needed to practice. Something told him there were a few people out for his neck, and Tanzanite probably wasn't the only one. It also helped that he didn't hit the gym this week, though he thought about hitting the private pool in his building at some point.
"Or has the weather wilted you?" He said with a smile.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 5:40 pm
Camelot nodded his head. He was feeling rather hot as well. He had his chainmail and armor on, and a cape on top. It was not the most weather appropriate gear he had ever worn, certainly, but he supposed it was just something he would have to deal with. At least he had some room for air, unlike what some others had to deal with.
He could deal.
"I think I could do with some. Been a little... pent up recently and maybe some... activity might help me relax." He wasn't sure, as he had been in a lot of fights recently and they only seemed to make things worse. But maybe since this was just sparring... even if he did still question the aura Endy carried around.
He smiled and nodded though, holding his shield up.
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 6:01 pm
"Maybe you should get out more. Do you spar with the knights, or is there a reason you need to relax?" He was making casual conversation, or make it casual, and pulled out his sword to inspect it, making sure his grip was good. He'd only ever practiced when he was a lieutenant, and even then he felt a flickering familiarity in the weapon, and also a sort of peculiarity.
Taking a stance, he waited for the Camelot knight to get ready, and continued to regard the man in the Earth Knight attire. It all touched on faint memories, flickering thoughts and images from places and times, and he wasn't sure if he was trying to keep them out of his mind, or grasping desperately at them like fluttering photos caught in a updraft.
"Ready?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 11:51 am
"I spar when I can," he said, still feeling a little defensive of his answers. Still, he was trying to relax and being tense was not going to really allow him to do that. He did not need to be constantly reminding himself that he did not trust Chaos.
He was pretty aware of that.
Holding his large, handsome shield up, he braced himself. He smiled and nodded his head, his stance not too wide but strong. It was not just for defense, as he had learned over the course of his many battles how to wield his shield as a weapon as much as it was a way to protect himself.
"Very ready. Bring it on."
He wanted to see what that sword could do. He did not feel nervous, since they were not really fighting and, more than that, he had his crystal as a secret weapon should things go too far. It was a good way to end a fight, at least, even though it did no lasting damage. It didn't need to, most of the time, just create an opening for Camelot to attack or escape.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 11:24 am
"Let's see if the practice has paid off." To which he started to move forward at a angle. His sword was not richly ornate, shown simply as a polished broadsword with a plain, black hilt. Since the days when he was still coming to terms with his memories, to what Beryl had told him to spur on recollection, he had started to be trained to use the weapon. The practice was slow, steady, and not without a few jabs at his pride. However, he knew the importance of the weapon as he currently had no one on his side. If he were to meet someone like Tanzanite, he would be in the ER in no time at all.
In a instant, he moved in, raising his sword and coming down. It was not his intention to hurt the knight, but to practice only. Striking down the few people that bothered to talk to him without trying to destroy him on the spot was an asset and not one he wanted to hurt.
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 12:24 am
Camelot moved to block the sword and found himself, for the first time in a long while, wishing he had his own weapon to counter with. A sword would match his shield rather well, and complete feel and look of a true knight. He was almost there, with his armor and even his name, but something out of the story books would always be missing.
There was no legendary sword for him. Hell, there was not even a normal one. A wooden one maybe?
Nope. he had his shield. Still, he had learned, both through training and the 'hard' way of being forced to improvise during battle, how to use his shield as a weapon. It was actually a rather good one, as heavy and large as it had become in its final stage.
And the crystal certainly helped.
For now, though, he just blocked his opponent's attack with the shield, bracing himself behind it and testing the weight of the other's attack, gauging how much they were holding back.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 7:44 pm
The sword hit, pressing upon the shield, but not enough to stick, and stepping back, the prince smiled. "Good form." He'd need to learn to attack other angles, especially if there were shields of some nature about.
"Do you fight a lot of Negas?" He asked, curious as he stepped back and did a sidestep, circling slowly before moving in to do a side sweep to see how quickly Camelot could turn his shield.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 11:43 pm
Despite how much teasing he got, Camelot was fast enough with his shield now to turn when instinct told him too, and his reaction times were solid enough. He made to block, looking thoughtful at the question.
"I try not to," he said, though recently that had been less true than it once was. He was working on it, but his temper and disillusionment was not helping his cause for peace.
He was just as much trouble as Chaos was to that end, really.
"I defend civilians when they need me to, and I fight for Order whenever I am called to do so. But I try not to start fights that are unnecessary. I would rather try and find an end to this war a different way. For my planet, and every person that lives here. Regardless of if they are from here or not."
He made to parry with his shield, a broad sweep of it angled outward. It should have been more difficult than it was, but for Camelot it was well practiced. He had not taken the time to notice, before this, how used to fighting he had become.
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2012 3:49 pm
He smiled, nodding to the shared ideas. "You sound very much like a knight..." He jumped back, almost loosing his balance as the shield came out and nearly shoved him over. Endymion only had a sword and it couldn't block a massive shield. His advantage was to find a way around the shield to a weaker spot. "...and my wife." He continued, through he felt like clenching his teeth a moment saying that. Peace. Had there really ever been peace back then? It was laughable to have thrown that around that easily.
"We are all people of Earth in the end. To fight one another this way, it was never the way. There needs to be order." There needed to be leadership.
The shield was quicker than he expected, but it was limiting. It couldn't be interchanged between hands. He just had to move.
The prince moved around the shield and then pivoted to twirl around and then send his sword on the other side. How quickly could the man block?
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 10:51 am
"Order begets chaos," Camelot said, shaking his head. "While peace will being some measure of it, that's what the root of the battle is. Chaos and Order colliding, because one thinks it can exist without the other. It can't. This war will just end in tragedy for everyone."
He had a preachy way to him when he got going, and he tried to reign it in and focus on the attacks at hand. a little late, as he watched his sword wielding opponent move around his attack.
Turning sharply, he knew he couldn't block in time before he tried. Instead, he opted to take the hit, as he would in a real battle at least, to deliver one of his own. He didn't move his shield to block, but hauled it up to attack again with them still in close range.
He was still aware, at least, that it was just a sparring match, and he kept himself from putting all his strength into the attack. The crystal under the dragon's eye in his shield all but pulsed with excitement, but he refused to use that as well.
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Posted: Sun Sep 09, 2012 8:35 pm
It was never his intent to cut, and instead he quickly turned the sword, move in with the hilt and pointing the blade away, tapping the knight with the but end of the handle to show he would have touched. It was an achievement, but one that was short-lived as the shield came at him and sent him reeling back, colliding against his side as he rose his arm to block as best he could. It was a lot of weight and packed a lot of force with it.
Stepping back, he rubbed his arm a moment. "It's balance, but you almost talk as if you have no hope. You fight to protect. Doesn't that mean you hope for the best?" He unclipped his hilt and taking it, slid it over his sword before taking the flip and locking it in place. NOW he could hit without cutting. This would be interesting.
He moved in again, moving into a circle and slowly drawing closer.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 1:52 am
Camelot pulled back, trying not to hurt his opponent, either. He was in conflict with himself too much, he knew, and he needed to find more of a balance in himself before he could even hope to find it elsewhere. He had his convictions, but his newer methods did not match his words, or at least that was how he felt more often than not.
So it was either the decision to go back to how he had been before, or move forward and change his beliefs as well as his methods.
For now, he still was not sure.
"I do hope for the best," he said, watching as Endymion sheathed his sword. He realized it was not to call an end to the battle, but to step it up a bit more. He braced himself, lifting his shield again and almost smirking. This was fun, in its way. "I hope for peace, in the end, and no more need for fighting or killing. An end to this war that does not require the slaughter of one side or the other, or both."
He should do this more often, maybe it would help keep his temper in check in real battles.
Standing his ground, he only turned as his opponent circled, though this time he took the chance and moved to attack directly. He jabbed his shield forward like it was a giant, metallic extension to his arm and fist.
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