Thump.
Crux stood in the middle of a training hall. Staring down a dummy with those cold and intimidating eyes of her. The thump came from the butt of the axe smacking against the metal tiling. She pulled the weapon up again, holding it close to her chest. And slowly moving up to the dummy, predatorially slow, even. There was a moment when the clunking of her armour ceased, a soft wave of flame travelling across her arms. Before she charged forward with an overhead strike, feinting it and going for a sidewards strike.
Before pulling the strike and moving in a shoulderbash. Which was once again feinted as she turned on her feet to smack the dummy in the face with her elbow. Continuining the momentum to get a knee in before trudging backwards.
And once again, she closed the gap towards the dummy with a swift dash, before raising the axe again to deliver a massive overhead blow, before once again feinting into a swift strike with the polearm. It was then shemoved in range again, slamming the shaft of her axe against the dummy's chest. Before once again backing off. If this dummy was an actual person, the concussive force would've been enough to kill. Though Crux was intent on practicing feints and controlling the tremendous weight of her axe. The clunking of her armor, the creaking of metal as she tightened her grip on the shaft and pulled it back, was clearly audible.
Again, she recited to herself mentally. A dash closer and again came one of those overhead strikes, before feinting that in an overhead strike, in turn, using the momentum to deliver another swift strike with the butt of the axe, rather than with the massive blade. She grabbed at the fabric of the dummy and tore it from the ground while throwing it behind her, before turning in a rather graceful piroutte on her feet. Bringing the massive axe above her head. Grabbing it near the end to have a wider arch and better leverage. A laborious grunt audible due to the sheer power of the blow. And she brought the axe down into the dummy's chest, going easily through the cloth and contents, then through the metal sheat underneath. Fire billowing from her shoulderblades as she did so, reminiscent of a set of wings.
She moved over to the dummy and with a rather sadistic streak, pressed her foot down on her throat, wrenching the axe up from the floor, before lifting it to rest on her shoulder A soft breath escaping her. She picked up the dummy and dragged it back over from where she had broken it off and propped it against the wall, glancing around the training room. Mostly to look for a new target. She had already gone through four training dummies, counting this one as well.
Though she didn't really feel like stopping just yet either. She had an itch, one she could only scratch by battle.
Crux stood in the middle of a training hall. Staring down a dummy with those cold and intimidating eyes of her. The thump came from the butt of the axe smacking against the metal tiling. She pulled the weapon up again, holding it close to her chest. And slowly moving up to the dummy, predatorially slow, even. There was a moment when the clunking of her armour ceased, a soft wave of flame travelling across her arms. Before she charged forward with an overhead strike, feinting it and going for a sidewards strike.
Before pulling the strike and moving in a shoulderbash. Which was once again feinted as she turned on her feet to smack the dummy in the face with her elbow. Continuining the momentum to get a knee in before trudging backwards.
And once again, she closed the gap towards the dummy with a swift dash, before raising the axe again to deliver a massive overhead blow, before once again feinting into a swift strike with the polearm. It was then shemoved in range again, slamming the shaft of her axe against the dummy's chest. Before once again backing off. If this dummy was an actual person, the concussive force would've been enough to kill. Though Crux was intent on practicing feints and controlling the tremendous weight of her axe. The clunking of her armor, the creaking of metal as she tightened her grip on the shaft and pulled it back, was clearly audible.
Again, she recited to herself mentally. A dash closer and again came one of those overhead strikes, before feinting that in an overhead strike, in turn, using the momentum to deliver another swift strike with the butt of the axe, rather than with the massive blade. She grabbed at the fabric of the dummy and tore it from the ground while throwing it behind her, before turning in a rather graceful piroutte on her feet. Bringing the massive axe above her head. Grabbing it near the end to have a wider arch and better leverage. A laborious grunt audible due to the sheer power of the blow. And she brought the axe down into the dummy's chest, going easily through the cloth and contents, then through the metal sheat underneath. Fire billowing from her shoulderblades as she did so, reminiscent of a set of wings.
She moved over to the dummy and with a rather sadistic streak, pressed her foot down on her throat, wrenching the axe up from the floor, before lifting it to rest on her shoulder A soft breath escaping her. She picked up the dummy and dragged it back over from where she had broken it off and propped it against the wall, glancing around the training room. Mostly to look for a new target. She had already gone through four training dummies, counting this one as well.
Though she didn't really feel like stopping just yet either. She had an itch, one she could only scratch by battle.