[Rhargn Etn]

The energy draining aches of the brightening before had been cursing Rhargn this brighting, though slowly but surely, his muscles had wrestled away the annoyances. Unbeknown to them, they'd be facing the same beatings today as they had before, only this time a few more batches of twists and turns would be added to the melting pot. At least the weather was simple, no sun, no rain. Just a soft mist that painted everything like it was its canvass.

After a fresh feeling jog onto the ruin of abandoned field Rhargn had trained on before, the beast slipped out his mace. There would be no dithering about now, it was work, work, work and the ruffian quickly slipped his feet into the different positions he'd practiced yesterday, swinging more controlled then before, but only on a horizontal basis. Powerful swings from the left foot/shoulder positon started the session off, followed by a bounce to the right foot/shoulder position, in which back hands were also used. As Rhargn practiced, he started unknowingly rolling his feet onto his toes, and started bouncing slightly, almost instinctivly even. It was as though aiding his soul was a warrior of times before, who pushed him into these simple positions he needed to know.

Whilst in right foot/shoulder position, Rhargn tried flicking his wrist in various directions, he did this for almost a whole candlemark, adding shifty jabs into the mix. If fighting some nifty little Elf ot Vysstichi who relied on speed, Rhargn knew he'd need to match their moves as best he could and so by strengthening his wrist and allowing himself the ability to do quick jabs and slashes, he'd hopefully be able to grind an opponent down, before relying on his heavy hitting attack.

Finally, the ruffian moved onto the last move of the last brightening, his diagonal back hander from left foot/shoulder forward position. As he started he found that he kept having to pull in his left arm to avoid being hit by his own attack, however after a quick reshuffle of movements it was apparent that the higher the attack started, the less avoiding had to be done.

This left to right diagonal attack was to be the start of a whole new range of manouvers, coming from all different directions. A quick shake of his scruffy hair, and scratch of the chin and Rhargn was ready. He knew what type of moves he'd be practicing, as the darkening before he'd gone through everything he wanted to do in thought filled headed.

The swings were all pretty similar in style, so no real trouble would present itself Rhargn hoped. The mountain man shifted his feet into right positon and proceed to chop from left shoulder down to right hip, his knees bent and center of balance low. After a bundle of attempts at this, Rhargn switched to left position and began the same attack, registering that like before, left position possessed more power, where as right, relied on speed and range.

After familiarizing himself with the upper to lower diagonal swings, Rhargn moved his attack from head to waist, in a vertical move. From this, the mountain man realized with every attack he was to perform, left was the most powerful, and so forth. This vertical attack however, brought about a new tinker in the malestorm of throughts that swirled in Rhargns heads. After unintentionally altering his grip on the shaft of the mace, Rhargn realized after several attempts, that the nearer to the head of the mace he held, the more control he had. This came at a price however, as it reduced his range considerably. This had karma though, for the further away from the head he held, the more range he had, losing control considerably. This new discovery meant that Rhargn was able to adapt his foot stances and various types of attack to where he held his weapon, allowing for a more diverse approach to attacking to unfold.

This brightening was working out to be much more enjoyable then that before, as now, clear progress was being made. A great grin of achievement had sown itself onto the face of Rhargn, even going so far as to show his quite toothless mouth, were it not for his great beard. Going over everything he had done so far, a few more candlemarks slipped away in the sands of time.

As this brightening came to an end, Rhargn began trying to add all the numbers to the clock face of attacks he'd learnt, however five, six and seven seem a little more difficult. Shifting feet, altering shoulders, nothing that Rhargn attempted seemed to work for five or six. Seven on the other hand worked much like a simple left to right back hand. A sigh of disappointment escaped thick lips, trying desperately to escape the tangle of facial hair that was presented before it. Letting his right arm drop with his weapon in frustration, the ruffian's left dannie came across to take hold of the weapon just below his right, automatically shifting his right up the shaft.

"Thank the God's!"

It was worth a try. Rhargn quickly bounced to right positon and with right hand in the middle of the shaft and left at the bottom, the mace was swung from five o'clock to eleven o'clock and from six o'clock to twelve o'clock. It all made sense now, plus this could be performed in both right and left positin. This new double handed technique was sure to open up new windows, Rhargn thought to himself in delight as he went through everything he learned several times over.

Feeling confident with the moves he'd been performing this brightening, Rhargn headed off home, excited about the achievements to come.