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Post by Walter Grace on Oct 21, 2011 18:01:07 GMT -5
Walter walked through the forest, a metal rod at his hip. After joining the knights, he realized that instead of using his demon side to protect the town, he would ask help from his lord. Of course he agreed, and sent Walter a weapon. The rod, when given demon's blood, glowed red and grew, turning into a scythe.
Walter hopped over a dead fallen tree, and found a small clearing. It was not big in the slightest, and it was mostly shaded because of the tree's. Walter stood in the middle and looked around. Spotting no one, he pulled out the piece of metal and gently pricked his finger with a dagger. The blood welled up on his finger, and he wiped it on the weapon. It glowed, and turned into a scythe. Walter stared at the weapon, smiling.
Quickly, he got to work. Walter had no clue how to use one, and decided the best was was to practice on his own. He swung the weapon around swiftly, trying to make sure to keep his balance in the process. One wrong step, and Walter fell on his behind. Wincing, he chuckled. This will be harder than expected.
Enoch was travel back from Paineston when he saw trees falling down, that wasn't exactly normal. He decided to investigate. He was nearly smashed by a falling tree but he reached a small clearing where he saw Walter. "Why hello there. Killing the forest are we?" he asks.
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 21, 2011 19:07:24 GMT -5
Walter looked up and grinned, dimples showing. "I suppose!" he laughed, using the scythe to help him get up. "I've never used this before, and thought I would try it out without fear of harming those around me."
Enoch smiled, "Well that seems nice of you. But how are you suppose to know how well it works unless you know how well it cuts through flesh?" he asks.
Enoch laughs. "Alright, alright I understand. It's origin is legitament." he looks Walter and at the trees all around. "You look like you don't use things like this ever."
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 21, 2011 19:21:25 GMT -5
"I normally use myself as a weapon. I've only really used swords, so when I recieved this I had no clue how to use it. Clearly I still don't." Walter walked over to the man. "By the way, I am Walter of Cresthunt. And yourself?" he held out his hand without the bloody thumb to shake.
"Well." he began,"I believe that traditionally you start your swing low and end high with one of those." Enoch explains. "I do beleive that there is a complex reaper style somewhere though."
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Post by Walter Grace on Oct 21, 2011 19:37:42 GMT -5
Walter nodded, tapping his chin. "Hmm...I shall have to look into this..."
"I havent seen you around. Are you new here?" he smiled, walking back into the center of the clearing and swinging the scythe slowly to try and keep balance.
"Yes, I've just recently arrived to Avaleur." he notices that Walter seems to like Avaleur quite alot so he decides that he will pretend not to hate it.
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 21, 2011 19:44:58 GMT -5
"Interesting. The town is quite nice, but I am also influenced in my opinion," Walter chuckled. His demon self truly hated Avaleur, yet his disguise loved it. "Are you enjoying it here?"
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 21, 2011 19:51:17 GMT -5
"That is good!" Walter grinned, the frowned for a moment. He felt a darkness from the man, but ignored it. Clearly he is not as good as he seems... Walter quickly put on his smile again, and asked, "So what do you use for a weapon?"
Enoch crosses his arm in an X and his claws jolt out of the gauntlets. "These are my primary weapons," he smiles, they are still slightly covered with blood. "I also use throwing knives and my sword." he nods his head to the sword on his back."
Post by Walter Grace on Oct 21, 2011 20:09:16 GMT -5
Walter chuckled. It smells of a beings blood... "I see." Walter held out the scythe, and squeezed it's hilt. It glowed red, and turned back into a metal rod. He placed it on the leather strap on his waist, and turned to Enoch. "You are highly interesting, Enoch." he chuckled, sitting down on the cold forest floor.
Enoch looked at the rods transformation and was slightly confused but he shook it off. "And you as well Walter of Cresthunt," he said as he chuckled at Walter saying that he was interesting, he could tell that he wasn't fooling him with his words of hunting.