The Hand and the Fist (closed)
THe summer day began the same as any other for a Noxian soldier. THe sun rises, and with it, the brothers and sisters housed within the military barracks of the Empire. A breif breakfast, an address from a few higher ups, and then dismissal to begin the days training. It was a routine that the captain of the Black Fist company had grown all too accustomed too and one he enjoyed. It was constant, steady, familiar. Almost a habit even, so much so that even when he found himself on leave he woke with the rising of the sun (should he even sleep at all) and went about his own personal training regiment before the day truly began.
Morning would give way to afternoon with the sun high overhead and beating down upon the military’s training ground where everything from swordsmanship, physical training, archery and magic were practiced and honed to a fine edge in order to keep the mighty axe that was the strength of the Noxian Military sharp and ever ready. Canus’ company was no different as physical training lead to full on sparring, unarmed of course, as was their specialty. It was here where he showed exactly why he was the one leading the unit as blow for his head was deflected off to the side, allowing him to step in with a powerful uppercut that knocked his sparring partner clean off his feet and to the dirt. Of course he wasn’t done yet as he pounced upon them and feigned strikes to the chest, throat and face that, if connected, would have no doubt ended the man’s life.
“Never assume the first blow will end the man in front of you. Always follow through and make sure that when they go down, they -stay- down before you move on to the next one.” His voice was calm yet commanding as he gave his instruction, his attention turning to his unit to check if they were paying attention. With a satisfied nod he patted the cheek of the poor man he was sitting on and gave him a smile before he climbed off, pulling him up as he stood.
“Thank you for providing the example today Mister Hawk. Rest a bit for now, alright? Oh, and be careful of how you throw those swings from now on. You telegraph too much, allowing your target time to anticipate and counter. We’ll work on more of that later.” The one mister Hawk gave a solemn nod and a ‘Sir’ before walking off, gingerly rubbing his jaw. Poor fellow would be feeling that one for a while.
“Now,” he turned his attention back towards other others gathered, dusting his hands off as the most innocent of smiles appeared on his face. “Any more volunteers?”
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