It was all Mark could do to keep a passive expression on his face as the tall dragoness literally fell into the tent. The squirrel who popped in beside her and did his best military salute and greeting, and tried to ease her embarrassment gave just the right dichotomy to strike his sense of humor. The unusual accent the squirrel had didn't help. Darius' statement was just what he needed to keep him on track.
"An excellent idea, General," the tiger replied as he stepped over to a rack along the side wall of the tent. He picked up two poles, each about a meter and a half long and seven centimeters in diameter. Each had a silver cap on each end, but the recruits couldn't see any details other than that. Mark fiddled with each for a brief moment, and then walked to the two recruits. He nodded to Recruit Stuart's salute as he continued on past them.
"Apology accepted. Now, back outside you two. Follow me."
Directly outside the tent was a well-worn circular area, it's surface dusty and barren from the tread of many feet. In the center of the area, Mark turned smartly about and faced back toward the tent. He held up the poles, one in each hand.
"These, for now, will be called sparring poles. Both of you take one, square off, and FIGHT!"
(OOC: This counts as a Mod Post.)
"An excellent idea, General," the tiger replied as he stepped over to a rack along the side wall of the tent. He picked up two poles, each about a meter and a half long and seven centimeters in diameter. Each had a silver cap on each end, but the recruits couldn't see any details other than that. Mark fiddled with each for a brief moment, and then walked to the two recruits. He nodded to Recruit Stuart's salute as he continued on past them.
"Apology accepted. Now, back outside you two. Follow me."
Directly outside the tent was a well-worn circular area, it's surface dusty and barren from the tread of many feet. In the center of the area, Mark turned smartly about and faced back toward the tent. He held up the poles, one in each hand.
"These, for now, will be called sparring poles. Both of you take one, square off, and FIGHT!"
(OOC: This counts as a Mod Post.)
All Hail the Overlord!