Macradon 0 Posted February 12, 2016 Author #21 Report Share Posted February 12, 2016 Macradon would use some of the last strength he had left to push himself up standing straight again from the broad lunge. He would sheathe his sword, Crusader, on his back again and grab his 2 other swords he had been using for the lower ranked sword arts. Macradon would sigh after his final training was done. He had gone through all of his sword arts, remembering the battles he had used them in, all the time that his sword would be his tool in the aide of combat and battle. Macradon would take a last glance over the scenery he had finished training at. The sun was setting as Macradon would leave the mountain top. He would be sure that someone would some day find this place and use it as their training spot. Macradon would carve into the rocks of the mountain top with his sword and write his name on the rocks, each rock having a letter, all in all spelling out Macradon. He would smile as he would venture downhill again and go back to the tavern to get a drink and return back home. This training session was one of his most favorite to do, but also incredibly difficult because of the strain in his limbs after all those heavy and fast swings with his big greatsword. A well deserved rest for now would be taken by Macradon, he was all happy that everything was going fine by now. - Thread Complete - Acquired: 400 Col 1 Sp Grandmaster rank in Two-Handed Straight Sword. Link to post Share on other sites
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