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For the past 2 years, the Barracks were Maximus' home. Inside the tents in the crowded hold, Maximus trained, slept and conversed with his brothers. Maximus was taught that your fellow soldier was your best friend during the toughest times in battle or training. It took Maximus going through basic training and in battle for him to appreciate how much he enjoyed being in their presence. The Barracks may be home but the soldiers were his family. It was strange to the young man that he felt closer to his comrades than he was to his actual family. Maximus loved and cherished them dearly but at the same time he was distant to them mostly because of his family lineage and why they had to leave Africa.
It was a frustrating experience and one that put a strain to the once loving relationship. Maximus' father urged him to pay no mind to what's behind and focus on the roads that lay in front of you. So he did just that serving the realm to the best of his ability. Maximus took out his Xiphos and headed out to the training center. Because the Fifth Phalanx was off-duty that meant the Barracks were mostly empty due to the soldiers heading out to see their families. Maximus already wrote to his father and spent most of his off duty time traveling from the capital to the marketplace in the lower floors. The waiting around was made Maximus restless, he wasn't used to being Colchis for too long In fact this was the longest time he was off duty.
A training dummy was before Maximus, it was made of wood and was full of nicks from swords all over its body. Maximus aimed the Xiphos for its neck and struck. As he raised his arm however, a brief flash of the Barbarian who attack him all those months back appeared and Maximus quickly retracted, his heart racing with fear. "Ares," Maximus cursed under his breath. "Please do not fill my head with your tests. Haven't I already shown that I can endure?"
Maximus then sighed and continued to whack at the dummy. The tests by the Gods will stop when they feel like it he supposed.
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For the past 2 years, the Barracks were Maximus' home. Inside the tents in the crowded hold, Maximus trained, slept and conversed with his brothers. Maximus was taught that your fellow soldier was your best friend during the toughest times in battle or training. It took Maximus going through basic training and in battle for him to appreciate how much he enjoyed being in their presence. The Barracks may be home but the soldiers were his family. It was strange to the young man that he felt closer to his comrades than he was to his actual family. Maximus loved and cherished them dearly but at the same time he was distant to them mostly because of his family lineage and why they had to leave Africa.
It was a frustrating experience and one that put a strain to the once loving relationship. Maximus' father urged him to pay no mind to what's behind and focus on the roads that lay in front of you. So he did just that serving the realm to the best of his ability. Maximus took out his Xiphos and headed out to the training center. Because the Fifth Phalanx was off-duty that meant the Barracks were mostly empty due to the soldiers heading out to see their families. Maximus already wrote to his father and spent most of his off duty time traveling from the capital to the marketplace in the lower floors. The waiting around was made Maximus restless, he wasn't used to being Colchis for too long In fact this was the longest time he was off duty.
A training dummy was before Maximus, it was made of wood and was full of nicks from swords all over its body. Maximus aimed the Xiphos for its neck and struck. As he raised his arm however, a brief flash of the Barbarian who attack him all those months back appeared and Maximus quickly retracted, his heart racing with fear. "Ares," Maximus cursed under his breath. "Please do not fill my head with your tests. Haven't I already shown that I can endure?"
Maximus then sighed and continued to whack at the dummy. The tests by the Gods will stop when they feel like it he supposed.
For the past 2 years, the Barracks were Maximus' home. Inside the tents in the crowded hold, Maximus trained, slept and conversed with his brothers. Maximus was taught that your fellow soldier was your best friend during the toughest times in battle or training. It took Maximus going through basic training and in battle for him to appreciate how much he enjoyed being in their presence. The Barracks may be home but the soldiers were his family. It was strange to the young man that he felt closer to his comrades than he was to his actual family. Maximus loved and cherished them dearly but at the same time he was distant to them mostly because of his family lineage and why they had to leave Africa.
It was a frustrating experience and one that put a strain to the once loving relationship. Maximus' father urged him to pay no mind to what's behind and focus on the roads that lay in front of you. So he did just that serving the realm to the best of his ability. Maximus took out his Xiphos and headed out to the training center. Because the Fifth Phalanx was off-duty that meant the Barracks were mostly empty due to the soldiers heading out to see their families. Maximus already wrote to his father and spent most of his off duty time traveling from the capital to the marketplace in the lower floors. The waiting around was made Maximus restless, he wasn't used to being Colchis for too long In fact this was the longest time he was off duty.
A training dummy was before Maximus, it was made of wood and was full of nicks from swords all over its body. Maximus aimed the Xiphos for its neck and struck. As he raised his arm however, a brief flash of the Barbarian who attack him all those months back appeared and Maximus quickly retracted, his heart racing with fear. "Ares," Maximus cursed under his breath. "Please do not fill my head with your tests. Haven't I already shown that I can endure?"
Maximus then sighed and continued to whack at the dummy. The tests by the Gods will stop when they feel like it he supposed.
This was one of the better parts of the year. At Vangelis's behest, he made a circuit of the Colchian barracks. Trying to take stock of the strengths and weaknesses of their units. What he found most interesting was the differences between them. How some units rallied around a heroic figure, others a comedic. The way they reflected the local character in their accents and mannerisms. Their was the pride they took in the exploits their units had built up over the years. Yiannis had an opportunity to learn and appreciate all of them.
Today that journey had brought him here, to Drakon lands. He was impressed with what he had seen so far. The roads were in good repair, the fields looked to be growing well. Lady Imeeya and her mother ran a tight ship. It wasn't what he was here for, but he would make sure to mention it to Vangelis. The soldiers performed likewise. They drilled smartly. Kept their armor polished and well-fitting. He watched one in particular.
He was easy to pick out. Part Bedoan, by the look of him. Part Bedoan, and all soldier. There was an efficiency in his movement that only came with practice. His own body finding the easiest way to execute his commands. He pivoted to put weight behind his blows, mindful of his footwork. Just as notable is what he hadn't focused on. Not the small crowd of observers that had filed into the room. Neither their low whispers to one another as he continued pushing himself. If the dummy were an opponent, it would have been thrice-dead. But as Yiannis knew better than most, there could be a wide gap between training and the realities of battle.
Unsheathing his sword, he called, "Care to see how you do against a living opponent?"
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This was one of the better parts of the year. At Vangelis's behest, he made a circuit of the Colchian barracks. Trying to take stock of the strengths and weaknesses of their units. What he found most interesting was the differences between them. How some units rallied around a heroic figure, others a comedic. The way they reflected the local character in their accents and mannerisms. Their was the pride they took in the exploits their units had built up over the years. Yiannis had an opportunity to learn and appreciate all of them.
Today that journey had brought him here, to Drakon lands. He was impressed with what he had seen so far. The roads were in good repair, the fields looked to be growing well. Lady Imeeya and her mother ran a tight ship. It wasn't what he was here for, but he would make sure to mention it to Vangelis. The soldiers performed likewise. They drilled smartly. Kept their armor polished and well-fitting. He watched one in particular.
He was easy to pick out. Part Bedoan, by the look of him. Part Bedoan, and all soldier. There was an efficiency in his movement that only came with practice. His own body finding the easiest way to execute his commands. He pivoted to put weight behind his blows, mindful of his footwork. Just as notable is what he hadn't focused on. Not the small crowd of observers that had filed into the room. Neither their low whispers to one another as he continued pushing himself. If the dummy were an opponent, it would have been thrice-dead. But as Yiannis knew better than most, there could be a wide gap between training and the realities of battle.
Unsheathing his sword, he called, "Care to see how you do against a living opponent?"
This was one of the better parts of the year. At Vangelis's behest, he made a circuit of the Colchian barracks. Trying to take stock of the strengths and weaknesses of their units. What he found most interesting was the differences between them. How some units rallied around a heroic figure, others a comedic. The way they reflected the local character in their accents and mannerisms. Their was the pride they took in the exploits their units had built up over the years. Yiannis had an opportunity to learn and appreciate all of them.
Today that journey had brought him here, to Drakon lands. He was impressed with what he had seen so far. The roads were in good repair, the fields looked to be growing well. Lady Imeeya and her mother ran a tight ship. It wasn't what he was here for, but he would make sure to mention it to Vangelis. The soldiers performed likewise. They drilled smartly. Kept their armor polished and well-fitting. He watched one in particular.
He was easy to pick out. Part Bedoan, by the look of him. Part Bedoan, and all soldier. There was an efficiency in his movement that only came with practice. His own body finding the easiest way to execute his commands. He pivoted to put weight behind his blows, mindful of his footwork. Just as notable is what he hadn't focused on. Not the small crowd of observers that had filed into the room. Neither their low whispers to one another as he continued pushing himself. If the dummy were an opponent, it would have been thrice-dead. But as Yiannis knew better than most, there could be a wide gap between training and the realities of battle.
Unsheathing his sword, he called, "Care to see how you do against a living opponent?"
Maximus was deep into his training his mind entering in sort of a battle mediation. According to Maximus' father, it is a warrior's state of mind. "You be must the eye of the storm," the booming voice of Adonis would tell Maximus whenever he did his morning push-ups. "The calming presence while your enemies rage around you. They roar animals thirsting for your blood, but you are not an animal you are a solider of Colchis! A warrior bred for battle! A warrior who maintains calm mind, that is what separates you from the enemy."
"You there! Soldier! Excellent form!" A man echoed in the distance.
Snapping out of his battle mediation, Maximus whirled around immediately getting into a defensive stance. He didn't like being watched when he was training alone. After a split second though Maximus eyes lit up recognizing the man who stood before him. "My Prince?!" He said hoarsely. It was quite an honor that a Prince of Colchis would compliment him on his sword skills. His blush began to appear across his dark cheeks.
Unsheathing his sword, he called, "Care to see how you do against a living opponent?"
Maximus stumbled back a bit in shock at his statement, the Prince drew a crowd, his brothers surrounded the two of them mostly trying to get a good look at the prince. "Kick his arse Maximus!" A fellow Fifth Phalanx solider shouted though Maximus could hear him whisper to his friend that he bet on the Prince.
"I guess my Prince," he said raising his sword. If he hurt him, then he can kiss his soldiering career goodbye. "I'll try not to hold back."
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Maximus was deep into his training his mind entering in sort of a battle mediation. According to Maximus' father, it is a warrior's state of mind. "You be must the eye of the storm," the booming voice of Adonis would tell Maximus whenever he did his morning push-ups. "The calming presence while your enemies rage around you. They roar animals thirsting for your blood, but you are not an animal you are a solider of Colchis! A warrior bred for battle! A warrior who maintains calm mind, that is what separates you from the enemy."
"You there! Soldier! Excellent form!" A man echoed in the distance.
Snapping out of his battle mediation, Maximus whirled around immediately getting into a defensive stance. He didn't like being watched when he was training alone. After a split second though Maximus eyes lit up recognizing the man who stood before him. "My Prince?!" He said hoarsely. It was quite an honor that a Prince of Colchis would compliment him on his sword skills. His blush began to appear across his dark cheeks.
Unsheathing his sword, he called, "Care to see how you do against a living opponent?"
Maximus stumbled back a bit in shock at his statement, the Prince drew a crowd, his brothers surrounded the two of them mostly trying to get a good look at the prince. "Kick his arse Maximus!" A fellow Fifth Phalanx solider shouted though Maximus could hear him whisper to his friend that he bet on the Prince.
"I guess my Prince," he said raising his sword. If he hurt him, then he can kiss his soldiering career goodbye. "I'll try not to hold back."
Maximus was deep into his training his mind entering in sort of a battle mediation. According to Maximus' father, it is a warrior's state of mind. "You be must the eye of the storm," the booming voice of Adonis would tell Maximus whenever he did his morning push-ups. "The calming presence while your enemies rage around you. They roar animals thirsting for your blood, but you are not an animal you are a solider of Colchis! A warrior bred for battle! A warrior who maintains calm mind, that is what separates you from the enemy."
"You there! Soldier! Excellent form!" A man echoed in the distance.
Snapping out of his battle mediation, Maximus whirled around immediately getting into a defensive stance. He didn't like being watched when he was training alone. After a split second though Maximus eyes lit up recognizing the man who stood before him. "My Prince?!" He said hoarsely. It was quite an honor that a Prince of Colchis would compliment him on his sword skills. His blush began to appear across his dark cheeks.
Unsheathing his sword, he called, "Care to see how you do against a living opponent?"
Maximus stumbled back a bit in shock at his statement, the Prince drew a crowd, his brothers surrounded the two of them mostly trying to get a good look at the prince. "Kick his arse Maximus!" A fellow Fifth Phalanx solider shouted though Maximus could hear him whisper to his friend that he bet on the Prince.
"I guess my Prince," he said raising his sword. If he hurt him, then he can kiss his soldiering career goodbye. "I'll try not to hold back."
