Magnus Chase (
summerdude) wrote2023-10-24 12:34 pm
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Jack Puts Me Through My Paces [open post]
"SeƱor, you really should practice more," Jack says, as Magnus rearranges his mental notes and sighs.
(Anyone else might think Magnus is just lying back on a bench on the grounds, staring at the sky, lost in thought. And technically, he is. But he's working hard!!! He's trying to sort out everyone he's encountered so far!!!)
"You're right," Magnus groans. Being in a weird Mansion with no way out, no established Battle Practice, and no pressing quests to go on is not an excuse to let his limited fighting skills fall by the wayside. He hauls himself upright and shoves his (still largely blank) notebook into his backpack.
Twenty minutes later, he's secured a practice sword from some random closet or another in the Mansion. It's dull steel, not sentient, and heavy in his hands.
"Perfect," Jack decides, so Magnus tramps back out to the spacious lawn, one sword in each hand. Checking to make sure no one is directly in harm's way, he releases Jack and brings the dull training sword up, ready to parry whatever attack Jack decides to throw at him.
(Anyone else might think Magnus is just lying back on a bench on the grounds, staring at the sky, lost in thought. And technically, he is. But he's working hard!!! He's trying to sort out everyone he's encountered so far!!!)
"You're right," Magnus groans. Being in a weird Mansion with no way out, no established Battle Practice, and no pressing quests to go on is not an excuse to let his limited fighting skills fall by the wayside. He hauls himself upright and shoves his (still largely blank) notebook into his backpack.
Twenty minutes later, he's secured a practice sword from some random closet or another in the Mansion. It's dull steel, not sentient, and heavy in his hands.
"Perfect," Jack decides, so Magnus tramps back out to the spacious lawn, one sword in each hand. Checking to make sure no one is directly in harm's way, he releases Jack and brings the dull training sword up, ready to parry whatever attack Jack decides to throw at him.
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"Oh, cool," he says. It sounds like they're going to go on a sword hunt. Jack, at least, will be thrilled. "Did you bring it with you, then? What kind of stuff does it do, besides float in rocks in rivers? And -- okay, this is going to sound like such a weird question, but there's a point, I promise: Do you happen to know its gender?"
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He decides to hoist himself up and follow Galahad anyway.
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Unlike Sagramore's two-handed greatsword, the Sword with the Red Hilt is a one-handed sidearm, lighter and more versatile (it would be called a knightsword, if Magnus had a great familiarity with old-fashioned weapons). Galahad wasn't entirely sure if it would still cleave to him the way it did when he was the Grail Knight, but it does: as with Laertes' rapier, it fits perfectly into his hand, an extension of his body.
He's no longer Laurel, and it no longer frightens him to wield it so easily. He was born to this; he's been used to this since he first came to Camelot at sixteen. He tests the weight of the Sword to make sure it feels right: it does.
To Magnus it must look very ordinary, except for the deep red leather that wraps the hilt.
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Magnus glances at Jack, who rarely remarks on weaponry's auras -- not since Skofnung, if Magnus remembers it correctly, so that's -- concerning, maybe. Then he glances back at Galahad, who looks very much like he's come home by picking the sword up.
"Looks like it was made for you," he says, carefully.
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He takes a swig of water from his bottle and then straightens to face Galahad. "How do you want to do this?" he asks. "Just... go for it, or...?"
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"I think," he says cautiously, "you could start, and I'll follow."
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(Magnus should have, perhaps, asked the others this question, too. But Galahad looks to be closer in age to Magnus, and has the vibe of someone who will take the bout more seriously, rather than -- potentially -- thinking of it as a fun little round with a guy who looks, comparatively, like a kid. Plus, since Magnus is getting tired, it's a good reminder to himself that he's working to a particular end rather than going all-out.)
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*It's the adrenaline.
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He takes his stance, waiting.
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"Here goes nothin'," he mutters, and backs away from Galahad a few paces. Then, he summons all his strength and takes a running leap... over Galahad's head. Maybe with the element of surprise and attacking from behind, he can turn the tide in his favor.
He lands squarely on his feet. Twisting mid-air got him angled more toward Galahad than when he started his jump, but he's still not looking directly at the other guy, so he spins on his heels, shifting into an attack stance as he does so. He lunges, as quickly and quietly as he can.
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