RP:To the Training Field

Training Fields

An area has been cleared for the Chartsend Guard and the Desert Legion to practice their skills. Warriors attack mannequins with knives, swords and staffs, while others test different bows on an archery range. One section is roped off, a small arena surrounded by wooden benches, where friendly duels can take place. A wooden enclosure houses an area where the soldiers can hone their bodies with weights.

Vakko stood before one of the many training dummies set out for use by the various military groups of Chartsend. Though when the drow showed up, a bulk of those training her had left, though that was the story with most. Some tolerated his presence in this wayward city, thought that was simply because he has been spending a great deal of time here. Now he moves in quick repeated motions, hands striking out at the training dummy quicker than but the most seasoned warrior could follow. Striking the roughly human shaped dummy about the throat and chest, each strike landing upon a pressure point, and many of those would cause either paralysis or death near instantly. His normal attire sits atop a bench well within reach if the need arises for his weapons, though he doubted it in this of all places. The sleeves of his shirt had been pulled back to the elbow, allowing him better moment through his training routine, but this would also afford any with a view of his always covered arms. The whole of his arms are covered in scars, some smooth as if left by a blade, other rough and jagged from whips, but what was shown was only a hint at the state of the whole of the drows body. His colorless and crimson eyes were locked on the target as his rhythmic breathing timed perfectly his strikes. So lost in his training was the drow there was little doubt he would miss anyone coming or going.

Tyler walked quietly to himself through Chartsend until he arrived at the training field. The human decorated in pitch black robes and armor found himself sweating something fierce from his long journey back to the newer settlement. His intentions were to scope out the warriors of the area and try to find the one they called Javier, his next opponent. Though as he arrives he is let down to see hardly anyone using the field. Caramel eyes fall upon one dark figure who seemed determined to end the life of the training dummy before him. Tyler's mind races to process the number of scenarios that could play out here. His first instinct is to simply turn and leave the Drow on his own yet something nagged much strong nagged for him to engage the individual. Ever since their encounter just before Tyler's first duel in the tournament he had felt a strange emotion for the way he treated Vakko, he felt as if he had unfairly judged the dark one before speaking to him, but then again, Tyler could hardly speak to anyone. Raising his right hand to pull his hood from it's mount atop of his head Tyler would inhale a deep breath and sigh before beginning to approach Vakko. When he stands a mere six feet away he swallows the lump in his throat, crosses his arms and manages to speak; "N-not planning on d-doing any of that to someone w-wh-whos still breathing are you?" His voice held a light stutter and was slightly shaken due to his anxiety of meeting new people.

Vakko sinks two fingers into the dummies through before slipping back a step and lifts his left foot into a kick aimed at the head of the dummy. He placed his weight behind that kick and when it connected it sank deep into the inanimate target, the sound of straining wood could be heard before the center beam of the dummy gives completely and the head flies free. The drow completed a full circle with the follow through to the powerful kick, the act bringing him fully about to look upon the now headless dummy. He took in several deep breaths as he calmed his body from the training. Slowly he would look over his shoulder as he heard Tyler's greeting. The drow took a moment to inspect the man, dressed in black and armor, a great change than when he had met him in the tavern, and in the small village to the north. Some secrets this one seems to have. His two tone eyes settle on those of Tyler and he gives a slight nod. "I have not had cause to for some time. No one has paid me to that is." Slowly he rolled his sleeves back down, covering the scarred arms once again. "Are you looking to do some training, Now would be the time, I fear I have chased most the rest away."

Tyler watches with amazement at the brute strength of the drow and begins to feel a bit intimidated though he relaxes a bit at Vakko's seemingly friendly manner. As the question is brought to attention the human panics in his mind and realizes he has no explanation for being in Chartsend, thus he decides to play along. "Oh... uhm... Y-yes actually." His hands move to pull the gauntlets from one another and tosses them to the ground followed by his shoulder guards and eventually hood and robe top. The human was much smaller than most of his kind and had next to no muscle. In truth, he was a magic user and had little use for sheer force though he did show a fit body in terms of staying in shape from his acrobatics. His eyes meet with Vakko's and a wave of phobia floods the man though he manages to push through it. "A-actually. I-I was wondering if you, if you... If you had time. Maybe you and I could have a-a... an encounter." The statement was laughable. Tyler was no match for the drow in physical combat but he stood before Vakko and unlaced his robe bottom and pulled off his boots, now only be garbed in tight wrap leggings. "I've hea-heard it's a g-great way to get to know someone. Y-you know, not judging a book by it's cover and all, but t-to look inside." A smile was forced upon his lips as Tyler eyed the drow and pulled himself into a traditional boxing stance. He hoped to have a quick spar with Vakko - His statement meant to prove that Tyler wouldn't judge Vakko because of his race, nor Vakko of Tyler's puny stature nor obvious social problems.

Vakko silently watched that man removed the various layers of cloth and armor and gave a slight knowing smile. There was much more to this one than he let on, though his phobia seemed real enough, it itself could also be a ruse to allow others to drop their guard while he was about. A device used by many drow as physically they appear scrawny when compared to many of the other races of the lands. In terms of height Tyler would have him by several inches as the drow only stood five foot seven. But the drow had been trained to survive from his earlier years, and survive he has though many trials and tribulations. As the young man stood before him now the drow could only smile at the light hearted challenge. "It is, I have developed great respect for many warriors as I have fought them." And subsequently killed them, he left that bit out. Giving a soft sigh he would strip off his shirt, and kick off his boots, if only to match the man. Though now his torment would be laid bare for the human to see. There was not a spot of the drow's body that did not carry a scar, though they were many years faded, they still criss crossed the drow's body like a macabre puzzle. The scars had been left by lash and blade, gifts from a pair of playful drow priestesses back when Vakko was still living in the drow city. They were also the reason for his two tone eyes, the colorless orb being a construct of a cleric to allow the drow to see once again. There was also a large singular scar running up the length of his left side and shoulder, a burn scar as where the sisters had thought it entertaining to set the man on fire for a while. Vakko knew how he looked, and fully expected a look of revulsion from Tyler as he moved to stand a few paces from the human, hands balling lightly into fists and raised up before him. He would allow Tyler the first move, some would see that an honor. "Shall we begin then?"

Tyler eyes Vakko as he removes his clothing and against the drow's expectation he offers no look of disgust to the scars but is instead filled with curiosity of how he managed to get them. The thoughts don't last long as Vakko invites the man to take the first shot, a heavy swallow is given as he simply nods. Resisting the shaking in his knees, Tyler would keep his hands close to his face as he began to bounce a bit, unwilling to show his true battle practice from when he donned the suit of the ninja the human knew he would suffer though he pressed on. An exhale is given and without a second thought Tyler thrusts his right arm forward. Hand curled into a fist and the punch un-pulled the man went straight for the Drow's nose. If the blow made contact, it might have enough force to cause some blood flow though compared to most warriors it would likely only sting.

Vakko lofted a brow as he looks to the man, many cringed upon seeing the torn dark form of the drow, though Tyler did not, he was the second to not shy away from his scaring, this made the drow smile slightly. Then the first punch is thrown. Ducking his head down and slightly to the left the right handed blow would glide easily past its mark and strike not but empty air. The drow was reining in his own abilities as well, he did not wish harm to come to the young man before him, he had oddly found himself growing to like the human before him. One major reason being that unlike most of the elves or half elves the drow meets, this human did not instantly wish to kill him. In response to the right jap the drow fired back with a rising blow with his left. The loosely held first closes tightly as it nears the targeted left side of the human, only a fraction of the strength of the drow is carried in the potential body strike as he found himself starting to enjoy this little game.

Tyler doesn't lose balance as his throw misses it's mark due to his boxing stance but he does however take oncoming attack square to the ribcage. Expelling air quickly as he staggers to the side the human grips at his side for a moment and grits his teeth before forcing himself back into his stance, unwilling to surrender so easily. Hands back in guard he moves towards Vakko and tries to disregard the burning in his side. He left arm lunges towards the drow's visage but would stop short as a surprise uppercut instead takes hold from the right. Tyler wasn't afraid to place his full force into his blows knowing that he couldn't do any real harm to the drow, so as his fist set on course with Vakko's chin it was with all of his might ready to pop bone on bone.

Vakko cringes a little as his first makes contact, he had hoped that the human would have shy back a little to keep the brunt of the blow from connecting but was happy that he had not put his full weight into the blow. Dancing back a few paces he readied himself for the humans rush. He eyes the left jab warily, such could be a faint as he could guess the man was right arm dominant and most of his true attacks would be coming from the right. But time to test the young man. Vakko's arms come up, locking his forearms together to form a barrier for the left jab to connect with. As the blow lands, the drow could feel the lack of power behind it and confirmed his guess as to the faint, he looked down in time to see Tayler's right slipping under his guard and rising to connect with his chin. Vakko's head snaps back and he shift back a few paces, though never loses his balance. Smiling he shifts his weight from one foot to another as he spits a small gob of blood from his mouth. "Very good." A bit of blood starts to well from a split in the drow dark lip as he comes at the human again. This time launching a series of jabs of his own, left, right, left. In rapped succession, aimed to land about the humans head and shoulders. The speed of the blows however where nowhere near as quick as his strikes to the dummy had been

Tyler can't help but release a childish grin of pride as he watches Vakko's head knock back but it wasn't long before the smile was wiped from his face. The rapid shots were thrown at Tyler and despite his best efforts nearly everyone of them would connect. With each hit, the male would take another step back as he retreated from the drow and attempted to block the shots. Tyler couldn't find an opening and the pain of Vakko's hit was beginning to set in, his mind was lost in the moment and he made his rash decision. Open palm reaching out to catch one of the drow's firsts' Tyler would launch himself up into a swirling kick with Vakko's first in his own grasp, his left shin aimed to connect with the drow's skull.

Vakko cursed himself as he felt each blow land upon the young man, maybe he was pushing him too much and his thoughts were unfounded. Then he could not help but smile as his first is caught by the man. Then to his surprise Tyler jumped into this spinning kick, the other sending his own hand out wide as the stinking blow landed on his writs. The other he could see aimed at his head, the drow had been trained to fight in this manner and to take blows in ways that lessened the force when it fell. Throwing himself to his side opposite the kick he angled his head to the same way so when the strike connected the drow was already moving that direction, a bulk of the blow was absorbed in the movement but the blow to the head still dazed the drow for a moment. Giving his head a quick shake to right his spinning thought he smiled wide at the human. "So full of surprises, and secrets?" His hands moved as if he was going to launch another volley of jabs but it was just a feint, the drows left leg snaps up and the whole of the drow spins quickly, the left foot coming about to launch the spin kick at Tyler, aiming to plant the foot squarely in his sternum.

Tyler offered a nasty snarl in celebration of his successful breaker but is once again cut short as Vakko launches his next attack. The human has no time to react and takes the blow full force sending him crashing to his back with an "Omph!" Upon impact a moment is given for him to release a defeated whine as he cringed on the ground in pain and tried to catch his breath. "I-I.... I... y-you win." Still winded the man took a moment to gather himself before finally pulling himself to sit up with his arms still wrapped tightly around himself. Despite his defeat his eyes would raise to meet with Vakko's and he would simply begin laughing at the entire situation, he had clearly enjoyed the fight.

Vakko finishes his rotation after his kick connected and looks at the young man prone on the ground gasping for breath. The drow winced slightly, happy that he had not put his full weight into the blow. Though the blow was considerable stronger than the first of his attacks simply by it being a kick as opposed to a punch. Vakko found it amusing that the man still stammered and stumbled over his words, though his movements had betrayed a hidden skill that the man seemed to not want to be public. Giving his own soft chuckle the down would move to sit before Tyler, crossing his legs under him as he sits. "You fight well, though I do not know why you keep your true skill hidden away." He smiles knowingly. "But I will keep any secret you wish me to keep, unless you are not hiding anything at all about yourself and I have just read you completely incorrectly."

Tyler keeps his smile as Vakko takes a seat and compliments his skills though upon questioning his talents Tyler would only lock eyes with the drow as he allowed a moment of thought. He thought about the tournament. He thought about his anxiety. But above all else he thought of Skylei and her hatred of drows. As he looked upon Vakko he had trouble understanding why his love would be so quick to judge someone simply because of their race, but then again, Tyler had done the same just days ago though in fear rather than hate. His head shakes slowly and his words are soft, "S-some other t-time, my f-friend." His hand would extend in an offer to shake Vakko's in traditional human greeting. "T-the names R-relyt." His poorly structured false name that he became accustomed to using was presented and a bit of guilt hit home on the man though he knew that for his own good he must stick to his charade, at least until the tournament was over.

Vakko holds the man's gaze for as long as the other keeps eye contact, there was not hate, or mindless violence in the drows eyes, like those of the eyes of so many of his kin. Though neither was he innocent of any wrong doings. The drow have built up a reputation over the centuries of evil deeds and dark magics, and none more so have been the target of both than the surface elves. Vakko understood the hatred and mistrust that accompanies him everywhere he goes and accepts it with a stoic sort of pride. He looks to the offered hand and slowly takes it in his own. "I am called Vakko." There was not family name of clan name after, he was born into neither. The drow would not press the issue about hidden talents, he understood well the need sometimes to conceal the truth for the safety of one's self or someone they care for. "Now if only I can sway the others that live here, my time would no doubtedly be more enjoyable." He offers a weak smile since he knows it will be a long climb for that accomplishment seeing how a bulk of Chartsend is either full blooded elvish or half at least.

Tyler continues to look over Vakko after the handshake has ended almost as if he is searching for something within the drow. The feature doesn't last long however as Tyler looks to the sky and with a rush of urgency jumps to his feet and begins to gather his things. "I-I-It's been a p-pleasure meeting you, Vakko and I'm s-sure we'll m-meet again but I'm afraid I have to run." Struggling to put his clothes on Tyler began to realize how far he actually was from Kelay and how late he had allowed it to become. As he finished dressing he would look to the drow once more and offer a sincere smile, his chest raised as if he had something else to say though as his lips would part his chest would deflate as he surrendered to his judgement and began to ran off to the west.

Vakko slowly pulls himself to his feet and watches the man rush off so suddenly. He could not help but chuckle and shake his head, such an interesting man this Relyt was, not to mention quite the interesting name. he gives a slight shake of his head as he look to his wrist, the one that had been kicked and rolled it slowly. Such a surprising man to. Laughing he moves slowly to his own pile of gear and starts to dress.