Post by Cale Beoulve on Aug 19, 2018 18:17:18 GMT -8
The whoosh of air could be heard for yards around as Cale jumped around the training field. Ragnarok's insanely large frame swung about him in the air as he jumped and flipped, handling the sword with an ease that made it look as though his powers were something as mundane as super strength. There was an area around a massive log implanted into the ground where no one passed, although there were no markers to indicate the section of the field was in any way cordoned off. No, most just refused to go too near anywhere Cale might have been swinging that hulking beast.
Once he'd done a good job of carving various chunks out of the sides of the thing, Cale came down from his last rising slash and landed with a thud. Dust kicked up behind him as his boots dug into the ground, and he rose with a small click of Ragnarok's blade against his back. He shielded his eyes from the sun, looking up at the top of the post nearly ten yards in the air, and took a few steps back.
Another whoosh as Cale took off again, tearing through the turf as he came closer to the log before planting his feet for a fraction of a second and sending himself up into the air like a spear. But gravity has an interesting way of getting the best of someone, and before he'd reached past the six yard mark his ascent slowed and Cale came plummeting back to the ground. It was a quick stab of the sword into the side of the wood that slowed his fall, allowing him to drop the last few feet to the ground with ease, and only leaving a two yard slice into the side of the tree while he was at it.
A faint green swirl began to kick up around Cale as he stepped back again, sizing up the tree before noticing the shifting shade around his body. He clenched his jaw, taking in a deep breath and expelling the gathering energy around him to clear his head of... irrelevant images as he shot towards the pillar once more. Pure power, just more strength. That was all that was needed here. This time as he jumped there was an audible click at Ragnarok's hilt, and as Cale rose through the air his massive blade split apart, one of the longswords running along the side popping into the other hand, both held aloft. He brought himself horizontal as he rose, digging the longsword into the side of the trunk. It slid through like paper for a short time before the blade caught, sending Cale spinning around the handle as he held it. The blade gave a slight bend, acting as a spring before he launched himself forwards and spun to bring the main body of Ragnarok crashing downwards through the pillar. The sound of wood creaking and splitting pierced the area, causing many fights and training regimes, and more than a few meditations, to stop or go awry while Cale landed in a cloud of dust, the two halves of the wooden pillar split down to the ground where Cale's fist, still bound to Ragnarok's hilt, had stopped a few inches shy of fulling smashing into the ground.
"... maybe fall faster..." he muttered under his breath, standing up straighter and ripping Ragnarok free of the split log. He looked up to where a piece of the sword was lodged into the side and cocked his head, pulling back a boot to slam his foot against the tree, kicking it loose from the hole it was shoved in and causing the thing to fall to the grass with a loud thud. "... just sharpened it yesterday..." The chaos of what was essentially a power pole falling on the grounds didn't seem to faze him, his green eyes locked squarely onto the side of Ragnarok's shifting blades as he fit the longsword back into its place. "... try again tomorrow..."
He swung Ragnarok over his back, the magnetic latch making a clunk as the sword snapped against his back, and he started heading through the crowd as though they were ticker tape. "... some modifications to the frame maybe..."
Once he'd done a good job of carving various chunks out of the sides of the thing, Cale came down from his last rising slash and landed with a thud. Dust kicked up behind him as his boots dug into the ground, and he rose with a small click of Ragnarok's blade against his back. He shielded his eyes from the sun, looking up at the top of the post nearly ten yards in the air, and took a few steps back.
Another whoosh as Cale took off again, tearing through the turf as he came closer to the log before planting his feet for a fraction of a second and sending himself up into the air like a spear. But gravity has an interesting way of getting the best of someone, and before he'd reached past the six yard mark his ascent slowed and Cale came plummeting back to the ground. It was a quick stab of the sword into the side of the wood that slowed his fall, allowing him to drop the last few feet to the ground with ease, and only leaving a two yard slice into the side of the tree while he was at it.
A faint green swirl began to kick up around Cale as he stepped back again, sizing up the tree before noticing the shifting shade around his body. He clenched his jaw, taking in a deep breath and expelling the gathering energy around him to clear his head of... irrelevant images as he shot towards the pillar once more. Pure power, just more strength. That was all that was needed here. This time as he jumped there was an audible click at Ragnarok's hilt, and as Cale rose through the air his massive blade split apart, one of the longswords running along the side popping into the other hand, both held aloft. He brought himself horizontal as he rose, digging the longsword into the side of the trunk. It slid through like paper for a short time before the blade caught, sending Cale spinning around the handle as he held it. The blade gave a slight bend, acting as a spring before he launched himself forwards and spun to bring the main body of Ragnarok crashing downwards through the pillar. The sound of wood creaking and splitting pierced the area, causing many fights and training regimes, and more than a few meditations, to stop or go awry while Cale landed in a cloud of dust, the two halves of the wooden pillar split down to the ground where Cale's fist, still bound to Ragnarok's hilt, had stopped a few inches shy of fulling smashing into the ground.
"... maybe fall faster..." he muttered under his breath, standing up straighter and ripping Ragnarok free of the split log. He looked up to where a piece of the sword was lodged into the side and cocked his head, pulling back a boot to slam his foot against the tree, kicking it loose from the hole it was shoved in and causing the thing to fall to the grass with a loud thud. "... just sharpened it yesterday..." The chaos of what was essentially a power pole falling on the grounds didn't seem to faze him, his green eyes locked squarely onto the side of Ragnarok's shifting blades as he fit the longsword back into its place. "... try again tomorrow..."
He swung Ragnarok over his back, the magnetic latch making a clunk as the sword snapped against his back, and he started heading through the crowd as though they were ticker tape. "... some modifications to the frame maybe..."