(1311-05-03) A Spar At The Citadel
Summary: A city guard and a lady have a training match with blades.
RL Date: 03/05/2019
Related: None
jacquet jaide desarae 

The Citadel — Marsilikos

High on a promontory on the southern peninsula of Marsilikos, the Citadel stands tall and firm against the winds whipping in from the sea. Its only approach is from the north, a set of stairs carved in a coil directly into the granite of the mount, wide enough for only two to pass shoulder to shoulder, rising to meet the single gate room between the inner and outer walls of the citadel, both of travertine, white against the dark grey bedrock that rises high over the port, studded with guardposts, each flying the billowing blue banner of Marsilikos.

Within the twin walls of the citadel the granite has been leveled into a flat rectangular surface, atop which a variety of buildings have been built. The most well-fortified of these is the great octagonal watchtower, crafted in grey granite blocks which match the terrain, rising ten stories higher than the top of the citadel itself, in the top belfry of which is kept a wide array of spy glasses, alarums and massive flags to haul aloft to warn the town below of the arrival of various ships from sea. On the other side of the courtyard are two shorter granite buildings with big bronze doors, under guard all day and all night: the Treasury and Armory, respectively, of Marsilikos. There is also a wooden barracks-building to house the troops which staff the citadel, and the bulk of the citadel floor is open and used for military drills and exercises.

There is nothing like a nice spring morning, when it comes to sword practice. At least Jacquet must have thought something in that vein, when he entered the courtyard of the citadel from the barracks. The blue cloak of the city guard is for now absent, as the man is clad in training leathers and also is sparring with a training sword with dulled edges. There is something efficient about the manner in which he deals with his opponent, a man of similar age as himself. Early to mid-forties. A wry grin appears on Jacquet's face as he manages a feint, and then a hit to the other man's side. "Not bad, Blanchard.", he says, and these three words will be all for a long while that will be heard from him. Offering the other man a hand, as Blanchard obviously lost his footing and stumbled, falling eventually onto the ground.

A short figure clad in a cloak of blood red comes into the courtyard just now, followed by a young and sleepy looking house guard wearing Ferraut colors. Pausing near where the two men have just finished there spar the hooded figure tilts its head. Underneath the cloak and hood the flash of pale blonde hair and blue eyes can be seen, but not much else. "Are you up for another match?" The figure asks of Jacquet in a composed and even toned voice.

<FS3> Jacquet rolls Perception: Great Success. (5 1 3 8 2 7 7 7 4)

Jacquet looks up. Seeing the lady in the red cloak, he squints a little. It is then that he straightens and gives Blanchard a nod, dismissing the guard. "M'lady," the sergeant offers in curt greeting. "Are ye suggesting I'd spar against that guard of yours?"

"No." The cloak is thrown back with a flourish, revealing Jaide. The blonde has her hair tightly braided and out of the way and wears a set of black training leathers. At her hip is a training sword, slimmer than the standard but almost as long. Steel blue eyes bore calmly into Jacquet as she hands her cloak to her guard who dutifully takes the burden. "I am suggesting you spar with me. And don't hold back. I hate it when people underestimate me."

"Ah…" There is a bit of a stare he gives her, when Jaide reveals that she did not come unprepared. And for a moment, he just looks at the lady, as if he were undecided. "You are sure?", the man of the city guard repeats. Then a light shrug of his shoulders as he lowers his gaze, and gives a curt, "Aye, then." He stands there in outward relaxed poise, waiting for Jaide to come and start off the sparring match. A small crowd of guards is gathering about them, some of them young recruits that seem to be excited with the unexpected diversion.

Jaide returns that stare calmly nodding once to Jacquet. "I am sure." She states firmly. Drawing her training blade she slips into a fighting stance made for agility and quickness. Her gaze is one of calm and concentration as she watches the crowd gather around them. If she is annoyed or pleased it does not show, her composure remaining in tact. Then she lunges forward moving quick and trying to score a hit.

<COMBAT> Jaide attacks Jacquet with Rapier - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jacquet attacks Jaide with Broadsword - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

Jacquet wasn't quick enough. He does try to step aside, but Jaide's thinner training weapon manages to nick his right arm. Or perhaps he accepted the risk to land a good hit of his own. The guard's training sword looks more like a broadsword, it is far heavier and possibly can cause greater bruises. "You told me not to hold back," he clarifies in a low raspy grumble. The pair of them is engaged in a training match, and a small crowd is gathering about Jacquet and Jaide, of younger guards and recruits. Jacquet seems to have an advantage in years, but that could also mean that his reflexes maybe aren't as quick as they used to be when he was younger,

Jaide takes the blow delt with only a slight twitch of her expression, a faint wince. She is forced back by that blow but she just comes back again, her movements quick and precise. Where he is strong and experienced she is fast and determined and she puts both those things to use. Meanwhile in the crowds her guard can be seen almost half asleep on his feet, holding her cloak that she shed earlier. The young guard wears Ferraut color which might make him stand out from the other young guards.

One of those to join the gathering group of spectators, is a certain young Mereliot heiress. She's in the company of two guards that are marked by the golden fish and household colours of her family, and a grey-garbed cassiline, though it's the figure of the latter that dwarfs her as her curiousity draws her in. "Do you suppose that they're practicing for the Day of Camael?" she asks of her cassiline. She herself could never be considered to have the physique for such activities, for she's slender of build and slight of stature, her gown of choice today a smokey-grey chiffon that's topped by a light woollen cloak. They find themselves a fine position from which to observe the sparring, her chin lifted as eyes narrow with the first meeting of metal on metal.

<COMBAT> Jacquet attacks Jaide with Broadsword but Jaide DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jaide attacks Jacquet with Rapier but Jacquet DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jaide attacks Jacquet with Rapier - Critical wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Jacquet attacks Jaide with Broadsword - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

It seems both are on guard now. Jacquet attempts a feint and aims for her leg first, only to turn the blade at the last moment and change its direction, trying to strike her at the side of her chest. But it seems, Jaide is already expecting as much as she evades the blow, and Jacquet's face twists into a grim smile, eyes alert as he dives away beneath her own strike. The next exchange of blows does not go as glorious, when his own training weapon grazes over her leather armor. While Jaide manages to find a breach in his defense, and manages quite a nasty hit to the side of his neck, that has Jacquet stumble a few steps backwards. He checks his neck with his other hand and gives her a look. "Not bad," the sergeant of the guard grumbles.

Having dodged the next blow delt by her opponent Jaide goes in swiftly once she sees that opening. There is a slight narrowing of focus to her gaze as she tries to control the blow to Jacquet's neck just enough to wind him without actually harming him. She has decent command of that slender blade of hers and while the strike doesn't hit quite as hard as she planned, its still a good hit. A faint quirk of her lips is given. "Thank you." She responds to his short statement with one of her own before darting in to attack again.

<COMBAT> Jacquet has changed stance to cautious.

Anyone studying Desarae's face when Jaide's rapier lands a blow to Jacquet's neck, would note the wince that comes easily to her features. "The lady is quick with her rapier," she murmurs to her cassiline, eyes narrowing only a little as she follows the progress of the match. "It's an odd choice of weapon to put against a longsword, but I can see the merits of it now. I have heard that Lord Cyriel Charlot favours one too, though he wasn't using one when he one in last summer's tournament." Her lips purse a little, her brows beetling above clear green eyes, and her further thoughts upon the merits of rapiers and longswords fall silent in favour of simply watching the pair as they duel.

<COMBAT> Jaide attacks Jacquet with Rapier - Light wound to Right Leg (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jacquet attacks Jaide with Broadsword - Serious wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Jaide has been KO'd!

<FS3> Jacquet rolls Perception-2: Great Success. (8 7 3 2 8 5 8)

Even with the guards and younger recruits cheering him on and his focus on the young Camaeline lady, Jacquet does note the arrival of another young lady and her Cassiline. His breath goes in low puffs, but that doesn't mean he is any less determined. Holding his neck still with his left hand, Jacquet lunges forward, a cautious flicker flashing in his dark eyes as he once again risks another hit by the skilled Jaide, by entering into her comfort zone. The flat of his dulled training blade touches her neck at a similar spot, to where she got him. Hard enough to bruise.

Jaide's breathing is coming harder now as well as she tries to stay moving. She lands another light strike to Jacquet's leg but then that blade hits her neck and knocks the air from the small woman. Stepping back she raises one hand and tries to catch her breath before speaking. "I yield. Well done. And thank you for the challenge." She calmly and gracefully accepts the loss flashing a faint smile as she looks around at those watching arching an eyebrow in curiousity when she spots the lady.

Desarae hadn't meant to distract, but perhaps she did. Was she a muse in some way for the aging city guard? Who can tell, but he did get the better of Jaide after catching sight of her, and there's something curious that flashes in her eyes when the spar is won by a yield. Her hands come together in a congratulatory clap, along with those of many of the others that have come to spectate. "A fine display of swordsmanship," she calls.

"You told me not to underestimate you," Jacquet replies in a raspy rumble. "It was a good spar." He gestures towards her neck. "Do you want me to send for a healer?", faint concern flickers in his dark gaze.

But it seems Jaide is taking her leave, and he rumbles. "Apparently not." The compliment of the other lady though deserves a reply, and the guard nods his head, also attempting the hint of a bow. "Thank you. But the lady…" His gaze lifts to look to where Jaide is departing, "is a fine sword fighter as well." A wry grin then. "You don't want to challenge me as well for a spar?" It is a wry sort of jest, when Desarae's attire makes it very clear that she is not of the martially inclined kind.

"I am sorry to say that I would prove a poor test of your skills, monsieur. Though my previous Cassiline did teach the basics of using a knife…" Her hands come from beneath her cloak and she lifts them palms uppermost in a small, helpless gesture. "I've no affinity for blades, apart from understanding that you stick people with the pointy end." Whilst others are now drifting away to go about their business, Desarae remains where she stands, her cloak billowing about her figure in the breeze that collects in the courtyard. "But, perhaps you should also seek out one of the healers? As you were quick to say, the lady was also skilled, and that was no small blow you took to your neck."

"Maybe." That is all Jacquet allows, falling back into his curt way of expression. "My lady." He actually executes a bow towards Desarae, with his hand still pressed to the side of his neck. "Your blade stands there beside you. No need for others." A quick, assessing glance is given the Cassiline. "I'll be fine." This said to Desarae, and his unsteady gaze turns towards the infirmary in the distance. "I need to get going."

Desarae dips her head in acknowledgement of Jacquet's indicated means to depart. "Companions blessings on you, monsieur. Perhaps we shall have the good fortune to you see participating in the upcoming tests on Camael's Day." It's a statement more than an enquiry, a a quick nod is given the grey man at her side, before she turns and heads for the gates.

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