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Characters: Samuel Henderson, Golbez
Format: Prosey-type
This log is: closed
Location: Conquest courtyard
Summary: Golbez attempts to teach Sam how to wield a sword. Hopefully the lesson will end with all of his fingers.

Sam had a lot to learn. He was kind of nervous, but he trusted Golbez, so he would take the blows as they came. And he knew they would. So he had detoured through the town and used a few raks to get him something more comfortable to train in. A pair of sweats, with bike shorts under, in case he got warm, and a t-shirt would do.

So he headed over to the courtyard, and found a bench to set a bottle of water and PDA on. He had adjusted pretty smoothly from carrying his cell phone everywhere to carrying the PDA. It was a larger device, but it still fit in his jacket pocket pretty well. So he sat on the back of the bench, his feet on the seat and his butt on the top edge, waiting for Golbez to arrive.

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The not-overbearing approach seemed to have done the trick, because he seemed to pick things up much more quickly as things went on. Until he lost track of his feet and tripped over himself. He fell in a heap, and the sword clattered on the ground. "Argh..." he grumbled in frustration. He started to push himself up again. "Sorry..."

The sword hitting the ground sent a twinge of pain through Golbez, and he flinched. "It goes without saying, but you'll want to be more careful in an actual battle." He moved over to hold out a hand to help Sam up.

"Do you think you've got the basics down?"

He accepted the hand, and bent over to pick up the sword. "Yeah, I don't know what happened there."

"I think so..." He combed his bangs back over the back of his head to try to get them out of his face.

"Then let's leave off here for tonight. We can meet again tomorrow evening."

He still had a lesson to prepare for the week. This teaching job wasn't getting any easier.

He wondered if it was because he'd tripped. "I could go a little longer--unless you have something you need to do, that is." Of course you could keep going, Sam. You wouldn't get tired from just this much.

"I do, actually. It's getting quite late, and I have class in the morning."

He did regret not being able to help Sam more.

He nodded. "Ah, sure. Yeah, I'm sorry. Um..." he reached out toward Golbez's chest, holding the handled. When the handle of the sword came up to Golbez's chest, the weapon disappeared. "I guess that did it."

"I'll see you tomorrow, I guess?" He tried a small nervous smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow. And don't worry so much. You're doing quite well for a beginner." Hesitantly, he clapped one hand down onto Sam's shoulder, then turned to go.

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