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estdeus_innobisThursday, 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)
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)
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