Falkreath: The Stone Orc Settlement

Dura did not have long to wake. Daris was an early riser and arrived not long after her. He looked tired, as though he hadn't gotten enough sleep. Which was the case, his thoughts of her had dogged him home and into his dreams. Still he musters a broad smile when he sees her, even if his cheeks turn a darker shade of green. A green that only deepens when he sees her new clothing. It was not uncommon for women of the tribe to show some skin, it was odd to see Dura expose so much. Odd and oddly exciting.

"Good morning Zar'Dura. Your new clothes are quite flattering. You look ready to begin training. Strength in combat starts with strength in body. I need to gauge what sort of shape you are in. Run around the village until you are unable to do so any longer."

With orders given Daris sits down and begins to meditate. Stubbornly pushing down his thoughts of Dura.

Daris looked up when Dura finally stopped. His training was progressing smoothly now. The blockage was almost completely eroded away. Perhaps as early as tomorrow evening, he would be done. Then his training in the shamanistic arts could begin in earnest. He flashes Dura an easy going smile.

"Five hours! Better than I feared. I know shamans often neglect physical training. Still you are going to want to improve your endurance. Come you should not just stop, jog with me to the market. We will cool down as we go. Then you can eat to recover your strength, and we will go to the training ground."

Daris clambers to his feet, and set off at a light jog. Heading back into the village. His pace is easy and should prove no challenge for Dura to match.

Daris slows to a walk as they enter the market. He heads toward the same food stall as yesterday. The pretty young orc Gar'Lea, once again moons over him as he approaches. When the orcess notices Dura though, she frowns. A look somewhere between anger and jealousy flashes across her face. She is not please to see the object of her affections, spending so much time with another. Still she smiles at Daris as he orders, and all but throws herself at him. He still seems oblivious to her interest though. Taking his meal smiling at her all the while, before sitting down to eat.

Daris is just as oblivious to Dura's rebuttal, as he was to Gar'Lea's dirty looks. The young orc might not be terribly observant. Either that or he knows better than to comment. When he is finished, he heads to the training grounds, Dura in tow. He stops at a rack of practice weapons, and turns to the orcess.

"Which weapon do you prefer?"

"Well I am best with a sword, or with my bare hands. That I would be most effective in teaching you. Still I don't think my style would be best for you. Hrrrmmmm."

Daris settles on a quarter staff. He indicates that she should follow him. He goes to a secluded area of the yard. He has grabbed a practice sword for himself. He set the practice sword aside, and assumes a stance with the staff.

"Observe."

He moves slowly through a simple eight move kata. It is a defensive one, meant to push multiple enemies back. Large sweeping blows with the staff, before returning to a ready staff. He does it slowly three times, making sure she has memorized each move.

"Practice this until I say stop."

He would start by watching her. Making sure she moves slowly through each step, and that they are done perfectly. Speed would come later. Once he is sure she is practicing correctly, he goes through his own forms. He will run through his own, and when he is done he will tell her to stop. The whole thing will take about two hours.

"Stop."

Daris finishes his last form, commanding Dura to do the same. He turns to face the shamaness. She had done very well. Her form had improved rapidly. He would teach her a new Kata tomorrow. For now though it was time for the next step in training. Daris drops into his ready stance. Practice blade in a reverse grip, cocked behind him. Left hand extended, and center of balance low to the ground.

"Come at me."

It was time to spar.

Daris watches Dura carefully. Every line of her body, every tensing muscle. When she lunge forward so did he. He pushes off of his right foot landing on his left. Swinging his body around, he smashes his blade into her staff. His superior strength and speed likely knocking Dura's blow wide. He does not stop his swing there though. He allows the momentum to carry him into a spin, straightening as he does so. He makes a full three hundred and sixty degree turn. Bringing his sword up, around, then down into a diagonal cut aimed at Dura's left shoulder.

Dura's block succeeds, halting the blow. Daris though doesn't stop his momentum. He pushes off the shamaness and her staff. Simultaneously fling himself back, and attempting to push her back. He flips his sword in his hands, bringing it into a proper two handed grip. His next attack will have more force behind it.

The difference in experience, allowed Daris to see through her feint. He steps forward into her, bring this sword down to intercept the blow. He catches the staff on the edge of his blade. He then powers into her her, swinging with all his might. Trying to force the staff, and blade into her body to send her flying back.