[Rhargn Etn]

A fresh winter sea breeze somehow managed to find it self whistling around the field Rhargn trained on this early morning. The fact that the ruffian was training this early was unusual, though he had fainted illness at work to come and work on his mace wielding skills. Everything went on as usual, his warm ups, then his attacking manuvers, finally followed by his defensive manuvers. However, one difference this brightening was that an eye spied Rhargn.

"Oi! What you doing on this ground!" Came a gruff voice, followed slowly by heavy foot steps heading from an unknown direction. "To the gaols with you son!" The voice chuckled as a grey haired Dwarf marched up towards Rhargn. It was one of the guards that patrolled Nexus Prime, though he didn't look exactly annoyed.

"Eeer, sorry mate, I didn't know this ground was private. Couldn't I just leave now, and you forget about this?" The ruffian replied, a little hint of fear in his voice. "Haha, don't worry young un. I was only jesting. I actually have noticed you here this whole cycle. However, your skill with a mace is appauling. But as everyone seems fond of all these chuffin' swords and mamby famby crap, it's nice to meet someone who has the same interest as me." The dwarf laughed, as he began searching around in a scrap pile near by. After pulling out a metal pipe of plain description he began.

"I'm Captain Steelfold by the way. Right, first of all son, come at me." Rhargn didn't know how to respond to this, however, with a few coaxings of the Dwarven hands, Rhargn swung wildly from right to left, then horizontally, stumbling off balance slightly. The Dwarf simply parried the first before side stepping the second attack and struck Rhargn hard at the back of his legs, bringing him to the ground. "Aaah!"

With a cheeky grin, Captain Steelfold continued. "You see, your attacks are not controlled, you're simply hoping to land a lucky hit. Now although maces depend on strength, you need to control that strength, which comes down to how the rest of your body is positioned. First, spread your legs shoulder width apart and push your lead leg to the front and turn your body to the side like you were a few brightenings ago." As Rhargn followed the instructions, the Dwarf nodded in satisfaction. " Now, push your mace arm behing you an droll on to your toes, leaning your body ever so slight back, so when you swing, you have some space to move into, as most will move back when confronted with a mace wielder who can easily obliterate their armor. Now hold the mace about two hands up the shaft, this way you get both control and reach. Okay, now have a go at me.

In his new position, Rhargn performed a back handed attack from top right to bottom left which the Dwarf backed off from and parried. However as the ruffian stepped forward from his inital attack and swiped from top to bottom horizontally, the Dwarf, already on his back foot, stumble over onto the ground, rolling to the side as not to be hit. His trip was rather theatrical, as he was a veteran with a mace, but it showed what would happen to most fighters.