In a battle all you need to make you fight is the knowledge that its more dangerous to lose than win

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Thursday, September 17th, day 109
Marks Ranch, Late afternoon

Ares and I have been at this for almost an hour and a half.   Any hopes I had of getting my hands on that crossbow were dashed within minutes of walking through the door.  Whatever happened between now and three days ago turned Ares from a good humoured teacher to a foul tempered drill sergeant.   Today, I cannot move fast enough, strike hard enough, think quick enough.....
dammit all!  I know he's a fuckin' god of war, and this shouldn't surprise me, but its such a change from Monday, when he was roaring with laughter when I slipped in the mud, helping me up and handing me a towel.

Ares come at me, swinging hard, and I barely have time to block it, the force knocking me backwards and stumbling.  Ares growls and barks at me to get back into stance.  Getting frustrated, I charge him, swinging with everything I got.  Stupid, real stupid.  He not only blocks easily, but uses the momentium of my attack to knock me to the ground, and as I flip over and look up, there's a sword pointed at my throat.
No laughing today, no pointing out what my mistake was.... just one very hard faced God who is not pleased for whatever reason.

I am sweat drenched and bone weary, and although I never asked for mercy once since we began, or complained, I finally sigh heavily and drop my eyes.  "Ares, hold.  Please."  I hate that I have to ask, but if he keeps us going at this pace, I may make a mistake and get myself killed.  

(CLOSED)

In a battle all you need to make you fight is the knowledge that its more dangerous to lose than win

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

Thursday, September 17th, day 109
Marks Ranch, Late afternoon

Ares and I have been at this for almost an hour and a half.   Any hopes I had of getting my hands on that crossbow were dashed within minutes of walking through the door.  Whatever happened between now and three days ago turned Ares from a good humoured teacher to a foul tempered drill sergeant.   Today, I cannot move fast enough, strike hard enough, think quick enough.....
dammit all!  I know he's a fuckin' god of war, and this shouldn't surprise me, but its such a change from Monday, when he was roaring with laughter when I slipped in the mud, helping me up and handing me a towel.

Ares come at me, swinging hard, and I barely have time to block it, the force knocking me backwards and stumbling.  Ares growls and barks at me to get back into stance.  Getting frustrated, I charge him, swinging with everything I got.  Stupid, real stupid.  He not only blocks easily, but uses the momentium of my attack to knock me to the ground, and as I flip over and look up, there's a sword pointed at my throat.
No laughing today, no pointing out what my mistake was.... just one very hard faced God who is not pleased for whatever reason.

I am sweat drenched and bone weary, and although I never asked for mercy once since we began, or complained, I finally sigh heavily and drop my eyes.  "Ares, hold.  Please."  I hate that I have to ask, but if he keeps us going at this pace, I may make a mistake and get myself killed.  

(CLOSED)