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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 25, 2010 15:47:43 GMT -5
Might work, if you'd get us started I'd join, but don't expect my character to play nice
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 24, 2010 13:07:51 GMT -5
Mammoth stepped back as the part of the tree he was knocking on mysteriously collapsed under his fist and the ground itself began to cave in. The small hole that was left at the top was no larger than his head, but he move the dirt and rubble away from it to look down into the cavity that was left.
I got a bad feelin' about this...
Mammoth looked into the hole and was greeted with the sight of a young girl. He paused for a second and shook his head.
"Dead body... Still fresh... Must not have been in here for very long..." He said to himself before he actually deduced that the root had grown around this girl. Suddenly he stood up and stepped back, pulling his sword. He was prepared for the worst. Whatever this was, she wasn't human, and if she was alive, things might go badly.
Mammoth readied himself for the worst...
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 23, 2010 20:03:13 GMT -5
He patted her on the non-injured shoulder, taking a look at the cut on her other shoulder. It wasn't too deep, but it was bleeding a good portion and needed to at least be dressed. Mammoth reached into his pack and pulled out the soft cloth he bought earlier.
"I'll wrap the wound for ya."
He got out his flask and dumped a little water on the wound, wiping it with his hand and then beginning to wrap it. He went around her shoulders and up around the neck to finish it. Once he was done, He cut the remaining bandage, the bandage covered the wound and gave pressure to allow it to scab and heal. Mammoth nodded at his work.
"That pain... That fear... Don't forget it. It'll be a lot worse if someone else does it. Ya did good."
Mammoth turned around and walked away from the tree and Glacia. He headed down to the smoldering fire and gathered up his gear. He took a swig of his flask before he capped it and put it back in his pack. He took the remaining bandage that he was holding and he put it in his pack. The survival pack was pretty big, and resided on his left hip, it had plenty of room for more stuff, so it took a few seconds for Mammoth to arrange things so as to not move around. He slung his sword over his back and put his helm on the hilt.
Once he was all packed up he stepped on the fire, but as he was about to call Glacia to get moving, he looked back up at the tree. It was opposite of the one lone tree Mammoth used for firewood, and it was much larger. He didn't notice at first, but it had flowers at the base of it. Something was different about it, and curiosity compelled him to check it out.
Walking up the base of the tree, he inspected the ground and the tree itself. Knocking on it, he could feel it was hollow. A rather large root was going down the middle of where the flowers were growing. Mammoth knocked on it and heard it wasn't hollow there.
"The hell?"
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 23, 2010 19:33:59 GMT -5
Mammoth stopped and smiled.
"Good job." He said, noticing how awkwardly large this tree here was. He didn't notice it from a distance, but in the commotion of the training, they got closer to it. He looked back to the campfire to check their gear. It was still where it was supposed to be, there was no sign of anyone else. He looked up at Glacia.
"Come on... Lets get a look at that cut." Mammoth said, the tone of his voice trying to calm her back down. He got her blood going, he made her learn her first lesson, and found that she was a good bit resourceful at avoiding getting hurt.
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 23, 2010 19:25:21 GMT -5
"There ya go!" Mammoth yelled, coming forward after her, stabbing forward with his knife, forcing her to dodge again or block with the blades.
"Improvise!" Mammoth said, he was intentionally short arming the blows so that he wouldn't hurt her further, seeing if she would try and strike back at him in the fury. The blood had been drawn, that was enough to get her going....
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 23, 2010 19:19:34 GMT -5
The knife clanged against the blades twice before she turned her head. The blade dug into her shoulder, not to terribly deep, but enough that it would hurt and bleed a good amount. He stepped back, giving her a moment.
"Get up." He said, raising his knife into the air, "Get up and stop my knife!"
He swung again.
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 23, 2010 19:08:57 GMT -5
Mammoth's knife clanged against the blades and stopped. He pulled back and smiled.
"Good." He laughed, "That was good. A little fear goes a long way. Don't let anyone fool ya, everyone's scared durin' a fight."
"Again... Don't let up, I'm not gonna, and neither are our enemies..."
He swung a little harder this time, he wanted her to feel the pressure.
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 23, 2010 18:55:53 GMT -5
Mammoth stopped the swing short of the blades, as if he didn't he would have cut into her head. She raised them, but didn't watch or put focus on aiming them. Mammoth shook his head.
"Look... I know ya don't wanna do this..." He paused, looking her in the eyes, waiting for her to make eye contact, "I can't watch out for ya in this... Not all the time... If ya don't learn to fight, ya will die, not might... Where we're goin', if ya can't defend yaself, ya'll die... If ya don't put ya heart into this, ya won't know how when ya have to."
Mammoth stepped back and raised up his knife.
"If ya miss this time, I'll cut ya... Don't miss."
He went half speed this time.
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 23, 2010 15:13:30 GMT -5
"Yes... Now..." Mammoth said, annoyed. She didn't seem to understand just how dangerous this was going to be. The last thing he needed was to carry around a child through this, he hoped she'd get things together once he started training her.
He took out his hunting knife, planning to use that to train her instead of his sword. He figured his blade was far too intimidating and a bit too dangerous. Mammoth's first step was to show her how to hold the blades, the way to hold her wrists so as to not break them, and so forth. Once she seemed comfortable enough with that, he moved on.
"Now, if ya gonna be attacked, ya have to be able to defend ya'self. Step one of using two weapons is to learn to cross defend." He raised his arms and showed her, asking her to do the same, "When someone with a large enough weapon strikes, ya can catch it between your blades and send it away. Granted ya ain't gonna be as strong as most soldiers, it will slow their strike, and ya can redirect the blow."
Mammoth then stood with his knife at the ready.
"Now, I want ya to practice. I'm gonna come at ya, and I want ya to block it." He said.
He gave her a moment to get ready, and then stepped forward, coming down with his knife overhead at about a quarter speed.
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 23, 2010 12:30:00 GMT -5
Mammoth had finished cooking the rabbit and was glad that Glacia had found something to eat. He had finally deduced that she didn't eat meat, and he didn't know what he couldn't figure that out from her reactions before. He still didn't understand it, he'd never seen anyone who didn't eat meat, but nonetheless, he wouldn't fight it.
He started eating his meal rather barbarically, forgetting that he was in company of others for the first time in years. He devoured what was there and then sucked the meat off the skull before tossing it in the fire. He pitched the stick in the fire and sat back for a moment. He hadn't eaten in a few days and getting that meal was a relief. The low fat content in rabbit was dangerous for a man his size, however, as without it he could technically starve on all that lean meat. For now, he would be alright, but he was saving his last piece of jerky that was in his pack for something more important.
Mammoth finally rose to his feet and picked up his sword.
"Glacia, when ya ready, get ya swords, I wanna teach ya the basics before we get to the valley... Could get dangerous..."
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 22, 2010 19:34:34 GMT -5
Mammoth shrugged. He didn't understand what was wrong with eating a rabbit.
"As long as ya can find somethin' ya can eat."
He cut the rabbit around the neck and started skinning it clean. He removed the head and set it aside. Once it was skinned he set that out on the ground spread out by the fire. He then cut out the entrails and proceeded to clean off whatever remained of skin or fur on the rabbit.
Now that it was ready, Mammoth took his knife and cut a point onto the stick he had set aside. He stuck the stick through the head of the rabbit and through the body and placed it on the fire to cook. He grabbed the skin of the rabbit and cut off bad parts of it, before laying it near the fire to dry out. He could sell it later to a fur trader.
He looked up to see if Glacia had found something to eat, or if she was still looking at Mammoth in horror.
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 22, 2010 19:25:26 GMT -5
Mammoth was confused, he didn't understand.
"So what do ya eat then?" He asked while walking toward the lone tree near them. Once he got there he broke some branches off. Once he had a few for kindling, he took out his sword and cut off a large branch with one powerful strike. It fell to the ground and he chopped it into a few pieces, kicking up dirt with each strike. Putting his blade back in its sling, he picked up the wood and moved away from the tree slightly.
He piled up the wood, setting a larger branch aside, and grabbed some grasses. He struck the flint against his knife and lit the grass before setting the grass under the kindling. Once he had a good fire going, he went about skinning the rabbit while waiting for the response from Glacia.
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 22, 2010 19:16:04 GMT -5
"Yeah, rabbits make for good food, especially cooked over a good fire. Ya never eaten one before? Lemme get it before it gets away..."
Mammoth waited, sitting there quietly, and pulling out a knife from his pack on his hip. The knife was primarily a skinning knife, but it served him well in hunting small game. He inched closer to the rabbit to get a better chance to get it. He kept watch for any sign it was going to move, inching closer to it while staying low.
Mammoth got within a range he felt comfortable and the rabbit had hardly moved. Mammoth raised the knife up, holding it by the blade, and snapped his wrist forward, letting fly the knife. It covered a few dozen feet in a split second, stabbing through the rabbit's neck as it flopped over to the ground. Mammoth smirked and got up, walking over to the rabbit and picking it up off the ground. Pulling the knife free, he checked the kill to make sure it didn't have an visible signs of disease. Carrying the easily 4 pound rabbit back to Glacia and Kirin, Mammoth was happy with his kill.
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 22, 2010 19:03:05 GMT -5
"Rabbit."
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Post by The Mammoth on Mar 22, 2010 18:58:29 GMT -5
"Lets keep goin' then."
Mammoth continued to press forward until the sun came up, having covered a large bit of ground. He stopped for a moment and knelt down to the ground, inspecting something that had left tracks almost impossible to notice to the untrained eye. It was a rabbit's tracks. He knelt there for a while before he spotted a rather large rabbit in the distance. It was chewing on some of the tall grass of the plains.
"Ya hungry?"
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