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 Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 8:35 pm
Long nodded, "Yes, generally when we say martial arts, it's mainly talking about hand to hand."
Though it didn't have to, but it was easier and one of those modern cultural references Gaians in cities had taken on. In the old days (or so his grandfather use to b***h at him), martial arts meant all forms of fighting.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 8:42 pm
"Oohhhh, I see," Saria nodded. She led the way into the shop, her mother close behind her, and Pengolodh waited for the Gaians to follow them before he also stepped in and closed the door behind them.
There was a variety of weapons on display: swords, daggers, knives (for fighting, throwing and hunting), axes, maces, and even brass knuckles. A young man behind the counter was working intently on a sheet of paper, pencil in hand.
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Posted: Mon Jun 17, 2013 7:59 pm
Once inside, it was easy to notice that there was a lot of variety here. While not surprising, it was interesting. Also, if Long wanted to be honest with himself, he found those brass knuckles interesting.
Just because it was hard to find good ones back home.
He decided to save that thought for another time. Though he did linger near the front door because he was taking his time looking through everything. Sort of like the way a kid would study every toy on the shelf.
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 11:40 am
Alinda followed her husband around the shop, chatting with him quietly while he looked around. She wasn't much of a weapons person, though she did understand the need for them. Pengolodh had no need for anything, but he liked to look.
Saria on the other hand had no interest whatsoever in the shop itself. She was far more interested in her two new friends.
"What you thinking?" she asked Long brightly, looking up at him with eager eyes.
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 6:44 pm
"Uhm...." Long had to think about it.
Mainly because he didn't want to explain his whole through process, especially when it involved thinking about how effective the weapon might be as a weapon.
"I was thinking how useful those must be," Long pointed to a pair of brass-knuckles.
Which, really they were. They could be kept in your coat pocket, easily taken out, provide protection (and extra strength) for your fists, and if they had a wide bar in the part that went against your palm, you could use it to block blade slices.
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 7:13 pm
Saria had to stand on her tip-toes to see the brass knuckles that Long was pointing at.
"What are those for?" she asked, looking up at Long briefly before looking back at the knuckles. "They look funny."
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 7:34 pm
"They're to go over your fingers," Long explained showing her with his hand, "It's mainly used for martial arts, or fist fighting if that's the kind of hand to hand you're into."
For his family if you're going to throw around your fist, that didn't even deserve to be called martial arts.
"Part of it is for protection," he admitted, "But fighting gloves would probably be better.... if it's just pure hand to hand."
And nicer looking, and probably protect more of the fingers and the palm of your hand. However, he knew that raised bar that could fit inside the palm of your hand would be much safer to use for blade blocking.
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 7:57 pm
Saria's brow puckered as she looked up at Long. "But that looks like it would hurt," she said in a small voice.
It was questionable whether she really understood what the point of weapons was.
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 10:41 pm
"To wear?" Long asked.
Even though he was sure that is what she meant, since weapons weren't generally made to make other people feel good. Besides, it would make sense to him, it wouldn't be the most comfortable weapon to wear, everyone's hands were different.
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 5:53 am
"No, if you got hit with it!" Saria said anxiously. "I mean I think it would hurt bad enough to just get hit with a hand but if you get hit with that thing then it would really really hurt!"
"That's the point of it, sweetheart," Pengolodh spoke up, rejoining the two of them. He knelt next to his daughter and put one hand to her back. "Weapons are for protecting yourself from other people, and that means hurting them."
Saria frowned deeply and folded her arms across her chest. "Then I don't want to learn them!" she said decisively. "I don't want to hurt people."
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 7:51 pm
Long scratched his cheek with bemusement, even though really it wasn't unheard of for a child to not like the idea of fighting. He though, only had one kid and Donovan was perfectly fine with the idea growing up.
"Well... no one wants to hurt anyone," Long replied then paused, "Let me amend that, no one nice wants to hurt anyone, but not everyone is nice and sometimes to convince not nice people to hurt you... you sometimes have to hurt them, because that's the only way to convince them."
He blinked again and realized how horrible that sounded when he put it that way.
"I'm really bad at this."
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 6:01 am
"Well, you're certainly not making it any easier," Pengolodh agreed with a chuckle. He stood up again and rested his hand on his daughter's head. "Why don't we leave off talking about it for now," he suggested with a smile. "And hopefully by the time I have to start teaching her, she'll have forgotten about this."
Or at least gotten over it.
"Saria, why don't you go around with your mother," he suggested, nodding to where Alinda was looking at some letter openers.
Saria nodded and ran off without saying a word, and Pengolodh turned back to Lon and smiled at him.
"It's easier to enjoy looking around when there's no one around you're afraid of offending somehow," he chuckled softly. "How do you like the shop so far? I know you haven't had a chance to look over everything, of course ..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 8:17 pm
Long laughed sheepishly, while he loved kids he wasn't as great with them as people tended to think.
"I like the diversity," Long admitted, "At least from what I manage to gather so far."
He hadn't yet been able to study any of the weapons very closely.
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 12:40 pm
Pengolodh chuckled softly. "Yes, the smith here is quite skilled," he agreed. "He doesn't make anything the same unless by request, like for the palace. He takes pride in his work, and he has reason to."
He looked around to see how Daemon was enjoying the shop. From his understanding, Daemon wasn't much of a weapons person, so he was curious.
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Posted: Fri Jun 21, 2013 7:04 pm
Long nodded thoughtfully at this in agreement as he was absorbed with studying the weapons before him. He knew enough about them to know what Pengolodh was saying was true.
Daemon however, was not as interested. He wasn't great a weapons, he never was. His wife had tried to teach him several times before her passing and it never took. So with hands behind his back he just observed the shop, but deemed it safer to himself (and probably everyone else) to not bother with it.
It wasn't like he could use one and he didn't understand the difference between one sword over the other.
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