Art Post: Weapons Training
[ooc: Curse post with art. Linksha's been spelled into
old_man_ganon's robes. All response types welcome! Click on the image preview to see a larger version.]
[Since he's stuck wearing Fatso's clothes and armaments for who-knows-how-long, anyway, Link figures he may as well do something constructive while he waits for the spell to wear off -- he teaches himself how to fight in this stupid getup.]
[The swords aren't difficult to master -- the spell shrunk them to a more suitable size for his body, and they're surprisingly lightweight, even without his Power Bracelet. Being ambidextrous is also a big help. But the "dress"... THAT'S a different matter. He's tried making alterations to it, but thread just falls out of it as soon as it pierces the fabric, and cuts vanish as if they never were, so his Grand Scheme to convert the skirt into a pair of pants fails within five minutes. He's just gonna have to do this the hard way.]
[Rising early each day, he heads to the center of Kakariko Village, where there's fewer obstacles, and practices known sword stances, filtering through what works and what doesn't. The scimitars are slightly awkward, what with the long tassels and the fact that the blade is made of a softer, more pliant metal, similar to that of a rapier -- the blade sings as it moves through the air, wobbling and vibrating with all but the most direct of slices and precision thrusts. He figures them out by midday the first day. The skirt takes a little longer to work with, as he tends to forget it's there and ends up tripping himself, but by the end of his first training day, he's gotten the hang of it. The sleeves, he ends up having to pin with some of Jewel's larger hair cilps -- the first day, anyway. By the middle of the second, he's starting to get a hang of THEM, too.]
[Day Three: Link is out early once again, in the midddle of Kakariko's villlage square, spinning, whirling, and darting through an increasingly complex series of workable stances. His movements are broad and circular, in order to force the ludicrous sleeves and tassels to whip through the motion, rather than get in the way. Te steps small and quick, to keep the skirts from tangling. As body memory takes over, the rhythm becomes second nature. He flows gracefully, as if dancing, and soon realizes he can USE the absurbd pretentiousness of the outfit to his advantage, to distract and confuse opponents, who'd have a hard time focusing on the position of the thin blades, amidst the distracting whirl of fabric and scattered patches of colors, making them vulnerable to attack as their defenses are compromised. At night, especially, it would be incredibly effective, as the dark base of the robes blend and the color areas create false alarms, overwhelming the enemy. It's sneaky, deceptive, and time-consumming, but, in the right circumstances, VERY useful. The sneakiness aspect suits, but, this, he thinks with some satisfaction, is FAR too sophisticated a style for Fatso's straight-forward tactics.]
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old_man_ganon's robes. All response types welcome! Click on the image preview to see a larger version.]
[Since he's stuck wearing Fatso's clothes and armaments for who-knows-how-long, anyway, Link figures he may as well do something constructive while he waits for the spell to wear off -- he teaches himself how to fight in this stupid getup.]
[The swords aren't difficult to master -- the spell shrunk them to a more suitable size for his body, and they're surprisingly lightweight, even without his Power Bracelet. Being ambidextrous is also a big help. But the "dress"... THAT'S a different matter. He's tried making alterations to it, but thread just falls out of it as soon as it pierces the fabric, and cuts vanish as if they never were, so his Grand Scheme to convert the skirt into a pair of pants fails within five minutes. He's just gonna have to do this the hard way.]
[Rising early each day, he heads to the center of Kakariko Village, where there's fewer obstacles, and practices known sword stances, filtering through what works and what doesn't. The scimitars are slightly awkward, what with the long tassels and the fact that the blade is made of a softer, more pliant metal, similar to that of a rapier -- the blade sings as it moves through the air, wobbling and vibrating with all but the most direct of slices and precision thrusts. He figures them out by midday the first day. The skirt takes a little longer to work with, as he tends to forget it's there and ends up tripping himself, but by the end of his first training day, he's gotten the hang of it. The sleeves, he ends up having to pin with some of Jewel's larger hair cilps -- the first day, anyway. By the middle of the second, he's starting to get a hang of THEM, too.]
[Day Three: Link is out early once again, in the midddle of Kakariko's villlage square, spinning, whirling, and darting through an increasingly complex series of workable stances. His movements are broad and circular, in order to force the ludicrous sleeves and tassels to whip through the motion, rather than get in the way. Te steps small and quick, to keep the skirts from tangling. As body memory takes over, the rhythm becomes second nature. He flows gracefully, as if dancing, and soon realizes he can USE the absurbd pretentiousness of the outfit to his advantage, to distract and confuse opponents, who'd have a hard time focusing on the position of the thin blades, amidst the distracting whirl of fabric and scattered patches of colors, making them vulnerable to attack as their defenses are compromised. At night, especially, it would be incredibly effective, as the dark base of the robes blend and the color areas create false alarms, overwhelming the enemy. It's sneaky, deceptive, and time-consumming, but, in the right circumstances, VERY useful. The sneakiness aspect suits, but, this, he thinks with some satisfaction, is FAR too sophisticated a style for Fatso's straight-forward tactics.]
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