[Verus]

The next part of the rhaghrnd training routine brought him closer to the present. Remembering back to basic training in the Lions, while he had not chose to do any training with his shortsword, he had however learned something that could be applied to his fighting with the shortsword, or really any other weapon he picked up. It was how to fight against an armored foe. He had learned of the weak spots and openings in armor, and how to strike at them.

Facing off against the dummy in his basic stance he went over the openings in his mind. The best spots to strike an armored opponent were the throat, armpits and joints. With those places in mind, Temujin began his next set of training. Rather then attack, the rhaghrnd imagined the dummy were attacking him. He blocked a horizontal slash and pushed the imaginary blade back, then lashed out with his own slash, bringing his blade across the dummies throat.

For the next one, he dodged to the side of the dummies thrust and pushed his sword straight out in his own thrust, driving the point up into the exposed armpit. Returning to in front of the dummy, he began a series of slashes. Elbows, knees, armpits... all the joints were his targets and he continues to rain slashes down upon the dummy. Circling and attacking from behind as he went, striking at the back of the knees and armpits. When he had completed a full circle of slashes around his target he ended with a viscous thrust right up and into the wooden throat.

Breathing heavy from his training regiment, the rhaghrnd picked his discarded shirt up from the ground and wiped the sweat from his torso. He knew that fighting a wooden dummy was all well and good, but they only fought back how he imagined them to. What he needed was a live opponent, someone who would attack and surprise him. Perhaps after a short break he would search out another Lion to face off against.