Timestamp: 31th of Suan, 699
Location: D'Ordyn Estate Training grounds.
"Keep your shield up!" Jarod barked, his practice sword again finding its mark on Vincent's left shoulder before he could raise the shield to block it. His tutor, Jarod, retreating after the blow and easily deflecting Vincent's counter. "To slow boy, you must be quicker." Jarod commented as he side stepped to Vincent's right. Vincent turned his body to follow Jarod's movement. This time when Jarod struck Vincent's shield was there to block the strike, but again his counter attack was deflected away from Jarod harmlessly.
"Your shield is low!" Jarod shouted again, as once more his sword struck Vincent. As Jarod retreated once again, Vincent followed after him, lunging at the small opening Jarod had made in his retreat. Though Vincent's attack was well placed his footing was poor and the strike carried no power, simply bouncing off the mans side. Without a word, or any remorse Jarod landed three more strikes to Vincent's now open body. Causing the boy to fall the the dirt bruised and exhausted.
Shaking his head Jarod walked over to the rack of practice weapons. "That's enough for today. Put your gear away and go get yourself cleaned up." His tutors tone gruff, and full of annoyance. This wasn't the first day Vincent had been so thoroughly beaten by his tutor. As Vincent pulled himself up from the dirt of the training field, his vision swam with tears of frustration and defeat. Jarod was an amazing soldier, on of the few his father trusted to teach Vincent in the ways of combat, but no matter how many times Vincent tried he couldn't seem to get what the other man was trying to teach him. The constant failures had begun to weigh heavy on the boys mind.
With his head down, so Jarod could not see the tears that pooled in his eyes, Vincent walked over to the racks and returned the shield, sword, and padding to their rightful places. Then without another word walked into the estate and the washing room.
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