Post by shadflow on Mar 25, 2021 3:04:28 GMT
Leading off of the last post before the great cleanse!
A marvelous display of raw strength, admired and romanticized much in military culture. In the commonwealth it was common place for Orcs to carry rather large and intimidating weapons. These great weapons however, were much crueler in design than anything forged by Hestian blacksmiths. Biases brought up silent concerns about their functionality. The Elves preferred steel made from familiar hands. Such a thing mattered not since it was a time to relax.
Something even more preferential than steel.
"Come on! Show em some o that Hestian strength!"
Stepping up, Nikita retrieved the relatively 'large' wood cutting axe. Clasping the rugged and nearly splintered wood firmly. It's weight proved challenging, clearly meant for Minotaur use. Using the combined strength of leg and core muscles, resting it on her shoulder. Carrying it over to the designated spot. Feet spread apart, her eagerness to start became very apparent.
"Pre'tty strong, that one right?" A soldier commented.
"Well she is a Sentinel. They usually are." The soldier nudged his comrade. Their eyes darting back over at the best moment.
Nikita took a grounding step forward. Her foot sinking into the soil while twisting the necessary muscles to send it off. Grip firmly clutching the handle at every moment before send off. The threads of the dress held strong. A very much impressive piece indeed. A might fueled toss sent the axe. It carried not only her own strength, but the pride of the spectators.
THONK!
It didn't reach the target sadly. Trailing behind the previous Minotaurs own mark by several meters.
"Ụchụ." Nikita murmured looking at her feet. Definitely not the best performance but a solid attempt. Didn't matter though there was an applaud from the handful of comrades.
A marvelous display of raw strength, admired and romanticized much in military culture. In the commonwealth it was common place for Orcs to carry rather large and intimidating weapons. These great weapons however, were much crueler in design than anything forged by Hestian blacksmiths. Biases brought up silent concerns about their functionality. The Elves preferred steel made from familiar hands. Such a thing mattered not since it was a time to relax.
Something even more preferential than steel.
"Come on! Show em some o that Hestian strength!"
Stepping up, Nikita retrieved the relatively 'large' wood cutting axe. Clasping the rugged and nearly splintered wood firmly. It's weight proved challenging, clearly meant for Minotaur use. Using the combined strength of leg and core muscles, resting it on her shoulder. Carrying it over to the designated spot. Feet spread apart, her eagerness to start became very apparent.
"Pre'tty strong, that one right?" A soldier commented.
"Well she is a Sentinel. They usually are." The soldier nudged his comrade. Their eyes darting back over at the best moment.
Nikita took a grounding step forward. Her foot sinking into the soil while twisting the necessary muscles to send it off. Grip firmly clutching the handle at every moment before send off. The threads of the dress held strong. A very much impressive piece indeed. A might fueled toss sent the axe. It carried not only her own strength, but the pride of the spectators.
THONK!
It didn't reach the target sadly. Trailing behind the previous Minotaurs own mark by several meters.
"Ụchụ." Nikita murmured looking at her feet. Definitely not the best performance but a solid attempt. Didn't matter though there was an applaud from the handful of comrades.
