Post by Jon Snow on May 21, 2013 19:01:51 GMT -5
Jon was... well, he was stumped. He did not understand how it had come to be that he'd ended up in this land, but he did not particularly want to be here. Nor back in Westeros, but that was another story. He missed his direwolf, he missed his Night Watch. He missed Bran and Arya and Robb. And honestly, he would rather go home than stay here, even if either option was a choice in a petty game. If this was even a game. He hated games, really, or at least ones like this one. At home, where he had once been able to freely practice his sword-wielding and other various activities involving weaponry, he'd felt ever so much freer. Here, he was locked in a place and time he knew nothing about, and adapting may have been a strength for Jon, but he hated to have to do it again. He sighed and drew his sword from where it was on his belt.
For a bit, he renewed his strength with various exercises, and then called for an opponent to challenge. He never seemed to face much challenge, and especially around here. This opponent was too careful, too guarded, and it made it all the easier for Jon to pull quick, unexpected tricks out of his pocket. Whenever the poor lad went to strike, Jon always got his in first. Damn. There was nothing better than this? Oh, surely not. He went another round, careful with his footing and testing other skills of his, since he knew this opponent was tenfold defeatable by any man. Jon was slowly figuring out that to sharpen his own skill, he needed a better rival, a better mate.
Or even just a distraction. Quite honestly, a distraction sounded nice right now. He was thinking these things in the back of his mind as he fenced and parried, and finally he'd simply had too much crap for the day. He quit after definitively crushing his opponent, and replaced his blade. He would take up the arrows now, and perhaps shoot out his frustration.
But he just knew there had to be better things to do here. If he spent all his time at the training grounds, as usually he did and as was custom for a member of the Night Watch, he might never know else about this place. But that sometimes sounded alright... He did not know if he liked the people here, and so far they seemed just weak. In annoyance, he pulled an arrow from his quiver and shot it straight into the trunk of a small sapling just beyond the jousting arena. He sighed and pulled out another.
For a bit, he renewed his strength with various exercises, and then called for an opponent to challenge. He never seemed to face much challenge, and especially around here. This opponent was too careful, too guarded, and it made it all the easier for Jon to pull quick, unexpected tricks out of his pocket. Whenever the poor lad went to strike, Jon always got his in first. Damn. There was nothing better than this? Oh, surely not. He went another round, careful with his footing and testing other skills of his, since he knew this opponent was tenfold defeatable by any man. Jon was slowly figuring out that to sharpen his own skill, he needed a better rival, a better mate.
Or even just a distraction. Quite honestly, a distraction sounded nice right now. He was thinking these things in the back of his mind as he fenced and parried, and finally he'd simply had too much crap for the day. He quit after definitively crushing his opponent, and replaced his blade. He would take up the arrows now, and perhaps shoot out his frustration.
But he just knew there had to be better things to do here. If he spent all his time at the training grounds, as usually he did and as was custom for a member of the Night Watch, he might never know else about this place. But that sometimes sounded alright... He did not know if he liked the people here, and so far they seemed just weak. In annoyance, he pulled an arrow from his quiver and shot it straight into the trunk of a small sapling just beyond the jousting arena. He sighed and pulled out another.
