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Bolster Your Defenses; Paladin strengthens his skills.
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Topic Started: Dec 30 2017, 05:04 PM (72 Views)
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Paladin
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Dec 30 2017, 05:04 PM
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Paladins never forget.
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There were two places that Paladin truly found relaxing. There was the church in his town, a place where he liked to find solace in faith. And there was the old gym downtown, a place where many of the boxers in town used to train, but had since been left abandoned behind the bar it was attached to. If not for the contributions of a few men, Paladin included, the gym itself would have been sold or demolished years ago. But Paladin found something comforting in the gritty and worn down gym.
It's equipment was constantly coated in a thick layer of dust. The windows were small, letting an inadequate amount of light into the building. Yet, despite all of the buildings many problems, it felt real and authentic to Paladin. This was a place where men came from all walks of life to learn how to fight, not to build up their bodies or revel in their own athleticism. This was a place only for men who wanted to hurt others.
An odd place to find a priest.

"Ah, Rider, I was wondering if I was going to see you after your previous confession." The priest spoke. Father Carter was an old, wizened looking man who, despite his years, still had an imposing air about him. Before becoming a priest, he had been much like Paladin...angry, self-righteous, and willing to fight for his beliefs. Now, he preferred the quiet life of preaching and helping others to absolve their sins. Still, he could often be found at this gym, partaking in a light-workout and reveling in some old memories.
"You nor the lord will be rid of me so easily." Paladin said. He was wearing a tank-top that did little to hide the athletics tap wrapped around his shoulder. His injured from Mordrad were still evident. The priest raised an eyebrow as if to say, do you truly plan to train here like that, but Paladin waved him off. "The doctors tell me that I'll be better next week."
"No injury ever fully goes away Paladin. You know that." Carter said, wiping his brow with a towel. "I saw your match with that-" Carter searched for the right word. "-brute Mordrad." "I thought that you hated wrestling Father." Paladin said. "I was worried about you. And it turns out I had every right to be." Carter stepped aside to allow Paladin to step up to the punching bag. "Your spirit is strong Rider. But that alone will not defeat all of your enemies."
Paladin shrugged, rolling his shoulders as he began to punch the bag. He started off slow: a few hooks and jabs, before speeding up. His shoulder felt better than he had anticipated, and so he hit a few harder blows until he felt something snap in his shoulder. Still, he persisted, throwing more punches, refusing to accept his injury, but then he saw the true object of his hesitation. He saw Mordrad's face clearly, as though he were standing toe-to-toe with the Obsidian Knight, and he saw him pull back his fist...
Paladin gasped in pain, falling against the bag. Carter reached out his hand, but Paladin pushed him away. "I...have another confession Father. I didn't just come here to train." Paladin explained, forcing himself to speak through the pain. "I came here to see you." "You need a doctor Paladin, not a priest." "My body will take care of itself in time." Paladin attempted to smile, but it was little more than a grimace. "For the first time father, I feel...fear."
Carter closed his eyes. "It's him, isn't it? The man you faced." "I still have nightmares of him kneeling above me as he tried to crush my skull." Paladin explained. "I...I don't know what to do, or who to ask for help. I never felt so powerless." "..." Carter took a deep breath. "The Lord does look kindly upon his warriors. But in addition to having faith in him, you must have faith in yourself." "That's New Testament thinking. I need a little Old Testament." Paladin stood up. "I'm talking violent retribution. I didn't come here to meet Father Carter the priest. I came here to meet the Carter that knows how to throw a punch."
Carter immediately shook his head. "That life is behind me Rider." "You watched our match, didn't you? Give me your perspective, as a boxer." Paladin looked into Carter's eyes. There was desperation in his gaze. "Tell me what I need to do to beat Mordrad." Carter fell silent, stepping away from Paladin and looking longingly into the boxing ring. With a sigh, Carter rolled inside, and Paladin followed after him.
"...This is not a part of my life I enjoy revisiting Rider." Carter said. "Raise your arms." Paladin did as he was told. "Your offense is impressive. You have cinder-blocks for hands, and your elbow strikes are vicious. But your defense? Outside of trying to avoid Mordrad, you had nothing in your match. He had little to fear in approaching you or throwing punches." Carter patted his elbow. "You have to make him and everyone else fearful of even attacking you." "What do you have in mind?" "Grab my gloves from my bag."
Paladin grabbed Carter's gym bag from the corner of the ring, pulling out two old but well-kept pairs of boxing gloves. To his surprise, the priest put on a pair and gestured for Paladin to attack him. "Come on. Try and hit me." "I don't want to go to Hell for hitting a priest." "Don't worry, you won't even come close to me." Cocky old bastard. With a yell, Paladin began to swing at Carter, but to his surprise he managed to dodge every blow. "There are two ways to avoid an opponent's attacks in a fist fight. You can dodge them-" Paladin threw a jab that Carter caught with ease. "Or catch them. At least, that's what they teach you in most martial arts schools. But there is one other method. The counter attack..."
"Throw a jab." Carter ordered. Unable to hit the old man, Paladin was all too happy to oblige, only for Carter to step back and for Paladint of feel a sharp pain coursing up his arm. He looked down and saw that Carter had blocked his punch with his elbow, and the pain was excruciating. Paladin yelled, stepping back. "You son of a-" "You are fond of throwing elbows, are you not? Then throw more of them, and make any opponent foolish enough to try and strike you regret it." Carter said. "You have the height to do it quite well." The Priest smiled as he readied to strike. "Now, pretend I am the Obsidian Knight. Defend yourself Paladin!"
Edited by Paladin, Dec 30 2017, 05:04 PM.
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