[Verus]

The next part of the rhaghrnd routine was part of what he had learned from the ghost of a rhagrhnd warrior when fighting for his life against a pack of worgs. He had learned to target specific area's of the beast's body to do the most damage. The hamstring for example, to cripple it and slow the beast down. Just like the worgs, humans also had these points that he could target along with any other race he would draw his blade against.

Squaring off against the the practice dummy, Temujin knew a couple of these points that he could target. Like the worg, other creatures also had the hamstring muscle that would cripple the leg if cut. Facing off against the practice dummy, he pretended to block a downwards slash before lunging passed the dummies side. Once behind his inanimate opponent, he pivoted on his right leg and slashed low, bringing the edge of his wooden sword across the back of the dummies upper leg, crippling that leg.

Standing upright, he walked around the front of the dummy and once more fell into his stance. This time he targeted another place he knew of. The spine. Lot's of little bones that if hit in the right place could do severe damage and paralyze the opponent. When facing off against the worgs, he had been instructed to thrust at the small bones at the top of the spine, by the base of the neck. When he had drove the tip of his blade between those bones on the worg it had stopped the beast dead in it's tracks, paralyzed. Facing off against the dummy, Temujin slashed upwards and raked his blade in a diagonal across the wooden chest, then as he duck in under the practice dummies arm, he flipped his blade around in his hand, inverting it so the blade now protruded from the bottom of his closed fist. Straightening up behind the dummy, he glanced over his shoulder and found his target, the base of the wooden neck. Placing his left hand flat against the pommel of the wooden sword he drove the blade backwards in a thrust that connected solidly with the target and sent a shock threw his arms.

Walking around back to the front of the dummy, Temujin shove the shock from his arms before once more falling into the stance. The only other place the warrior had told him about was another position in the spine. This one down further, close to the end of the row of bones. Of course it was different between a worg and a human, but Temujin believed if he struck at the vertebrae located at the small of the back, it would have the same effect, paralyzing his opponents legs.

Imagining a thrust coming at him, the barbarian stepped to the side and pushed the imaginary sword in the opposite direction. Ducking in and around the dummy, Temujin pivoted on his right foot and drawing his arm back lashed out in a savage thrust driving the wooden blade jarringly dead centre in the small of the dummies back.

Stepping back in front of the dummy, Temujin took a few moments to catch his breath, shaking out his limbs and reviewing the next part of his routine in his head before continueing on.