He was slowly testing out its weight and was seeing if it could be the right weapon for him to use. He knew how to fight like a beast, but he never fought like a human. Having this sword would make him feel he was fighting like a human, but with wings and a tail.
After slowly waving the sword back and forth, Vaeludar then to a few practice dummies that were set up for sword training. He hacked and sliced a single dummy in half from one soft blow. Surprise by this, Vaeludar steps toward the next one and pointed his sword sky ward. Then he slashed the sword downward and sliced the dummy vertically as he did with the first one but horizontally.
All of a sudden, a dozen more rose around him. Vaeludar angled his wings slightly and spread his legs outward. He rested the blue blade on his left shoulder, as he held it by the hilt on his other hand. He breathed softly and listened closely as the dozen figures around him begin to move in a circle.
The one thing he didn’t want to do in the next phrase was to trip on his slivering tail. One fatal mistake could lead to a big loss for him, but he wouldn’t be worried. He had strong skin-armor and a breath of death.
As the dozen of wooden dummies magically rose from the ground, Vaeludar whipped his tail into the ground. This kind of reaction made the surrounding figures take charge.
Vaeludar moved away from at least five figures moving at once. He released his tail and swirled at the bottom of two figures. Those had tripped and jagged the point of the sword at two others. Then he shoved his free hand to hold one dummy and lift it off its legs. With one ease squeeze, Vaeludar snipped the dummy into smaller pieces.
Then one dummy swung one of its stick arms at Vaeludar’s arm. Vaeludar lost his grip on the sword and went flying. However, Vaeludar used his tail to coil the blade. After Vaeludar had coiled the sword in his tail, he pounded the dummy with the calm of his left hand, sending it to impact the other ones.
He rewrapped his hand by the hilt again and flung it to another dummy dead center of what-would-be-the-chest. Vaeludar flung himself from his feet and jumped at the dummy he flung the sword to and pulled it out.
The last three that were standing saw this opportunity of Vaeludar having his back turned and charged forward.
Vaeludar’s hear flickered of the sound of moving wood rumbling on the ground he feet could feel. With one swing of the sword and its sharp blade, Vaeludar beheaded the last three figures charging and fell before his feet.
Vaeludar smirked of how good he was. “Too easy for me,” he said. As quickly as he started, he finished the fight. He sheathed the sword and walked away from the downed figures he trained with. “These training things would be better off as firewood.”
“Do you think you’re overtraining?” asked Alaric. Geraldus’s eldest observed the hybrid swinging his new sword at many dummies and cutting those spinning, wooden, lifeless, human-sized dolls.
“Me? Overtraining? I’m just getting warmed up. The thing is the real training hadn’t started yet.” Vaeludar suddenly snap his tail into an unseen a dummy rolling him and plunged it to the ground. The dummy fell and its wooden head had been spilt in halves. Vaeludar saw a few more remaining dummies that seemed to have been in hiding, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Suddenly the figures, positioned on wheels, rolled toward and aimed spears at Vaeludar. Those wooden dummies slowly rolled near the hybrid, if they were being controlled by magic that’d brought the wooden figures to life.
Vaeludar smirked. He spun quickly and spat out small fireballs if he was coughing out hairballs. The little puffy, fiery, fireballs banged on the wooden figures.
The rolling figures themselves had been fired from their posts, but they were a long distance away and out of the reach of the hybrid’s sword. All of the training dolls around him had been burnt and fell.
“Well, they finally did their warm up,” said Vaeludar, looking at the burning dummies. He looked around him and many of the dummies had laid cut and burned before him. He finished his warmup before he could finish his sword training. “Better pick up tomorrow evening and finish what I have been training with.” Vaeludar started to walk away from the defeated figures that lie before his feet.
“Tomorrow? Whatever ever happened to departing?” Alaric joined Vaeludar in his walking. They both were walking away from the training grounds.
They both walked over to a small valley with a few small hills. They found themselves among lots of divided trees and many roaming hills blossoming with wild flowers and tall purple roses and orange sunflowers.
“I gauss I could be staying a bit longer than I have anticipated. But I haven’t forgotten about leaving. Ever since the big bull incident, there seems to be a constant waves of attacks and I always seem to be there to end it. And every time this village comes under a raid, I end up finishing it before it starts a large chaotic fiesta.”
“Fiesta? You burned several magic training dummies,” said Alaric. “I wouldn’t call that a fiesta.”
“Then maybe call it ‘flames of confetti,’ from a hybrid that would be. I never knew I had such skill with a good blade.”
Alaric halted. ‘If I may,” he said as he held out his hand, if he wanted
