Archdemon
Some random dude on the Internet
Every day, like clockwork, Kit could be found in the training grounds. Before the dungeon, he'd only have maybe one odd spectator. After word of him defeating a Death Knight spread though, he'd have a crowd watching him most days.
He'd put the golems on the highest difficulty. First, he'd start just dodging. Not blocking, not attacking. Purely dodging their attacks with unparalleled grace and agility. It was almost like watching a dance the way he weaved between attacks...
Once he was warmed up, a hand would slide to his hip, and in a flash, his blades would draw and golems would fall. He carved through them with surgical precision, leaving none standing by the tine he sheathed his blades, barely even breathing harder than normal.
Viska stood in the background clapping along with everyone else, she was also coughing quite hard as well, though not as bad as the day before. Her appearance at the training grounds was rare unless she wanted to talk to someone. She was looking for Kit though specifically and with a large crowd like this, it was almost impossible not to know where he was. She waited until he would either notice her or that these fans would go away.
It didn't take long for Kit to notice the kobold in the crowd as the fans started to disperse. "Hello Viska. Don't usually see you out in the training grounds. What's up?" He inquired, his tail swishing curiously behind him.
Viska looked up at Kit and smiled, her tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"Um..... I was wondering if you would train me Kitty! Train me to be as cool as you!"
She felt like she needed to be more useful, and a good way to be useful is to know how to fight against people in melee combat. Oh and yes she gave Kit a nickname.
"Are you sure you're up for training? You've still got that cough going on?" He inquired. He wasn't against training her, but his methods were a touch unorthodox and not entirely forgiving if someone was under the weather.
Thankfully, Kit didn't seem to mind the nickname. His mothers used to call him that, so perhaps that was why it didn't bother him too much.
Viska aggressively nodded her head, she didn't care, she wanted to be as cool as Kit, and knowing how to fight wasn't a bad idea either, especially nowadays.
"Very well... let me get a feel for what you can do..." he paused, flipping backwards to land on a thin wooden post, balancing on one hand with ease.
"First, let's see if you can hop up here and how long you can remain" he explained, pushing himself up so that he could finish the flip and balance on his foot instead.
Viska looked at Kit and mimicked what he did, though her hops had more power to them than his, probably in account that her legs are very strong. Unknown to Kit, Viska had to do this a lot when she lived with her Tribe of Kobolds deep in the mountains. How else were you to run around in the tunnels and caves without speed, agility, balance, and perfect coordination? The idea of one wrong move and it's over was very present when moving between cave systems. She balanced on the post, rotating her stance ever 10 minutes, first she stood on her hands, then on one of her feet, then her hand, then feet. She did this kind of thing most of her life back in the tunnels.
Kit watched her every movement closely, checking how each muscle moved through the movements. An approving grin spread over his features. She had immense potential with that kind of agility. She already had the body mechanics down perfectly...
"So what kind of weapon would you use?" He inquired, bending at the knee and crossing his free leg over the bent one. It looked like he was sitting in a chair, except no such seat materialized for him.
Viska was doing a hand stand on one hand on the post, not sure if she was allowed down, not that she couldn't do this all day. She answered very politely.
"Um... Not sure.... I've never exactly... Ever used a weapon of any type to be honest. Umm... Short swords? I don't think I can lift those big longswords you guys use. Or really anything else if I'm honest."
Kit chuckled at her response, reaching to his hip and drawing his own short swords. "Something like this then?" He inquired. Most people were shocked someone like him used shortswords. Then again, unlike some paladins he had nothing he needed to compensate for.
"Yes!"
She rotated her stance on her right leg as she balanced perfectly on the post.
"How Flexible are your elbows, wrists and shoulders?" Kit asked, absently twirling the sword as he watched her. His own particular style didn't work well for someone that had stiff arms...
"Ummm... pretty flexible? Sometimes back in the tunnels where my tribe lived, the floor of some caves would be gone so we would have to swing on each other to get the other side and that takes quite a bit of flexibility."
"In that case... you might actually be able to handle my own style.. but first, let's start with some footwork drills."
[Insert Training Montage over the course of 9 days here]
He'd put the golems on the highest difficulty. First, he'd start just dodging. Not blocking, not attacking. Purely dodging their attacks with unparalleled grace and agility. It was almost like watching a dance the way he weaved between attacks...
Once he was warmed up, a hand would slide to his hip, and in a flash, his blades would draw and golems would fall. He carved through them with surgical precision, leaving none standing by the tine he sheathed his blades, barely even breathing harder than normal.
Viska stood in the background clapping along with everyone else, she was also coughing quite hard as well, though not as bad as the day before. Her appearance at the training grounds was rare unless she wanted to talk to someone. She was looking for Kit though specifically and with a large crowd like this, it was almost impossible not to know where he was. She waited until he would either notice her or that these fans would go away.
It didn't take long for Kit to notice the kobold in the crowd as the fans started to disperse. "Hello Viska. Don't usually see you out in the training grounds. What's up?" He inquired, his tail swishing curiously behind him.
Viska looked up at Kit and smiled, her tail swishing from side to side in excitement.
"Um..... I was wondering if you would train me Kitty! Train me to be as cool as you!"
She felt like she needed to be more useful, and a good way to be useful is to know how to fight against people in melee combat. Oh and yes she gave Kit a nickname.
"Are you sure you're up for training? You've still got that cough going on?" He inquired. He wasn't against training her, but his methods were a touch unorthodox and not entirely forgiving if someone was under the weather.
Thankfully, Kit didn't seem to mind the nickname. His mothers used to call him that, so perhaps that was why it didn't bother him too much.
Viska aggressively nodded her head, she didn't care, she wanted to be as cool as Kit, and knowing how to fight wasn't a bad idea either, especially nowadays.
"Very well... let me get a feel for what you can do..." he paused, flipping backwards to land on a thin wooden post, balancing on one hand with ease.
"First, let's see if you can hop up here and how long you can remain" he explained, pushing himself up so that he could finish the flip and balance on his foot instead.
Viska looked at Kit and mimicked what he did, though her hops had more power to them than his, probably in account that her legs are very strong. Unknown to Kit, Viska had to do this a lot when she lived with her Tribe of Kobolds deep in the mountains. How else were you to run around in the tunnels and caves without speed, agility, balance, and perfect coordination? The idea of one wrong move and it's over was very present when moving between cave systems. She balanced on the post, rotating her stance ever 10 minutes, first she stood on her hands, then on one of her feet, then her hand, then feet. She did this kind of thing most of her life back in the tunnels.
Kit watched her every movement closely, checking how each muscle moved through the movements. An approving grin spread over his features. She had immense potential with that kind of agility. She already had the body mechanics down perfectly...
"So what kind of weapon would you use?" He inquired, bending at the knee and crossing his free leg over the bent one. It looked like he was sitting in a chair, except no such seat materialized for him.
Viska was doing a hand stand on one hand on the post, not sure if she was allowed down, not that she couldn't do this all day. She answered very politely.
"Um... Not sure.... I've never exactly... Ever used a weapon of any type to be honest. Umm... Short swords? I don't think I can lift those big longswords you guys use. Or really anything else if I'm honest."
Kit chuckled at her response, reaching to his hip and drawing his own short swords. "Something like this then?" He inquired. Most people were shocked someone like him used shortswords. Then again, unlike some paladins he had nothing he needed to compensate for.
"Yes!"
She rotated her stance on her right leg as she balanced perfectly on the post.
"How Flexible are your elbows, wrists and shoulders?" Kit asked, absently twirling the sword as he watched her. His own particular style didn't work well for someone that had stiff arms...
"Ummm... pretty flexible? Sometimes back in the tunnels where my tribe lived, the floor of some caves would be gone so we would have to swing on each other to get the other side and that takes quite a bit of flexibility."
"In that case... you might actually be able to handle my own style.. but first, let's start with some footwork drills."
[Insert Training Montage over the course of 9 days here]
Viska
Location: Guild Infirmary
Action: The true extent of her Illness
Interaction: Veth ( Fable ), Johann ( Alteras ), Ki'Tavi ( One Mean Ghost ), Holo-Cyrus [Mentioned] ( Birdsie )
Viska stumbled her way into the infirmary, looking absolutely dreadful. Her scales were grayish pale, you could see purplish veins all over her scaly skin. Her Light Spirit companion was showing her which was to go, while he had no face his body language showed that he was extremely worried.
"V....Veth? K-Kitty? H..... Help me...."
Viska's voice sounded... Dark and transparent, whatever was going on isn't good. She slumped down to her knees, coughing extremely hard and shivering, if you were to feel her, she was ice cold to the touch.
"Someone activate your Guild Seal! I need to talk with Cyrus! Immediately!"
Solas spoke after she slumped down to the ground. He has extreme urgency in his voice, he was scared, he didn't know what to do.