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fandomhigh2012-08-02 06:34 pm
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Practical Squiring, Thursday
This week in class, Jaime greeted his students with a shield strapped to his right forearm. It felt clumsy and altogether wrong, but there was little choice else wise.
"It seems that I've missed an entire week, including your class," he told them dryly. "And all without the aid of a goodly amount of wine."
Lannisters/Wine OTP, yo.
"But I hope you learned something with your replacement class." With an archer. Ugh. "Today we become accustomed to the weight of a shield. Your shield and weapon should act as an extension of yourself, moving fluidly as your muscles have become used to it."
Until you have to learn it all over again as a crippled swordsman. Cry more, Jaime.
"Grab a shield and test the weight if you will." They were sturdy, heavy wood. Little nicks and gouges dotting the surfaces, but in perfectly working order.
"It seems that I've missed an entire week, including your class," he told them dryly. "And all without the aid of a goodly amount of wine."
Lannisters/Wine OTP, yo.
"But I hope you learned something with your replacement class." With an archer. Ugh. "Today we become accustomed to the weight of a shield. Your shield and weapon should act as an extension of yourself, moving fluidly as your muscles have become used to it."
Until you have to learn it all over again as a crippled swordsman. Cry more, Jaime.
"Grab a shield and test the weight if you will." They were sturdy, heavy wood. Little nicks and gouges dotting the surfaces, but in perfectly working order.
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