After the whole ordeal with the slime horde raid, galloping around escorting medical supplies and clumsily fending off slimes, Myria slept for a long while in the local stable, peacefully surrounded by hay. When she awoke, she had a new determination to get stronger. If another raid like last time came along, she wanted to be strong enough to protect her new home! After completing her daily review of her ancient tome, practising her mana sensing and manipulation abilities diligently, she set off to apply for training, oblivious to the fact that a new page of her tome had revealed itself...
Trotting excitedly over towards the barracks, she knocked on the door to one of the offices in order to apply for training. After some shuffling was heard in the room, the door slowly opened revealing a
man with snow-white hair and a terribly scarred face. (
@Nahrenne )
"Um, excuse me, I'd lik-" Myria began, just as the door was abruptly slammed in her face. More shuffling was heard in the room, as Myria stood there blankly in shock. Wondering if she did something wrong, she checked and tidied her clothes before knocking again.
"Shut up b*tch! Oi Lio go deal with her before I lose my god damn mind." He roared and grumbled before a
green-haired elf (
@Epsil ) opened the door with a smile.
"Sorry, ignore that fellow from earlier, he has a pretty deep grudge against women. How can I help you?"
Somewhat appeased by the explanation, Myria tried her best to ignore what just happened. "Hello, I'd like to request some weapon training, in polearms preferably." She smiled at the much more polite young man, as she lifted up the pouch of 15G needed for the training.
Pondering for a moment, the elf slowly took the gold from her hands before saying, "Excuse me a moment." and closing the door.
The sound of murmuring, yells, shuffling and chaos was heard through the door as Myria stood there tensely, having no idea wtf was going on. Who knew asking for weapon training would be this hard?
Suddenly, the door burst open, and the white-haired man from earlier was shoved out the door, with the elf smiling behind him. "This guy's our resident billhook specialist and is our best at wielding polearms. He'll teach you, right Alex?" He spoke threateningly, gripping his fellow city guard's shoulder with force. The elf didn't look stronger than the man called Alex, but it seemed his words had an effect on him anyway. Maybe they were friends and he owed him a favour or something, who knows.
"Alright alright sheesh, I'll teach this horse b*tch, but if she comes crying back to you don't blame me. That's what they all do anyway..." He grumbled with scorn as he avoided looking at the centaur and marched out towards the training fields without another word. Grabbing a couple of spears casually as he exited the building, Myria was forced to trot lightly to keep up whilst maintaining a distance behind him.
"Your hooves are so f*cking noisy!" He suddenly yelled, just as they starting travelling on the stone path towards the fields. Somewhat irritated but frightened, she immediately moved onto the grassy dirt on the side of the path in order to travel more quietly. She knew the hostile man was stronger than her, but she really
really wanted to just trample him to death right about now...
The training itself... was sadistic, to say the least. If the position of her grip slipped even a tiny bit she'd get a smack, if she failed to parry or defend against his strike, he'd cut her without hesitation. Despite being a newbie to combat, he really didn't hold back at all. It was like he vented his frustrations by beating her up, seeing as he looked a tad bit more amiable by the end of the training. Only a tad. She still hated his guts though. By the end of it, her entire body, including her 6'4 horse half and human half, was littered with uncountable bruises, wounds and cuts. It was a miracle she could even still stand by the end of the day. Whilst she was recovering her breath, the white-haired man casually took away her spear and went back to the barracks, leaving her in the field.