[Open] Now Her Hand Is Raised

[judgemewhole]

WHO: James Norrington and You
WHAT: James is completing his assignment for Forces, OR hey how effective is a broken bottle in a fight anyways?
WHEN: Mid-Justinian
WHERE: The Gallows - Training Grounds
NOTES: Warnings for possible violence? James is seriously trying out everything.

It's not unlike James Norrington to be out in the training yard, working on his sword and shield work. It is, after all, what won him such acclaim at the Tourney, and he practices daily to keep up those 'world-renowned' skills up to snuff.

Today, though ... today is a different sort of day. Today, James has got the equivalent of a pile of junk before him, and is, if you can believe it, using it to attack the dummies on the far end. Right now he's got a broken wine bottle and seeing just how far he could stick it into the dummy's artery. There was a chain, some sticks, some sand ... he really was just trying out everything as a weapon. Including a frying pan.

Maker knew he was going to get on-lookers, but for as ridiculous as the scene was, he was taking it completely seriously.

Comments

[circleprodigy]

Inessa has been training with Garahel, but James' change from routine soon gets her attention. After feeling as thought they've trained sufficiently, she pauses to have a better look at what he's doing. The frying pan provokes a raised eyebrow.

"Your new battle weapon of choice? Though I have to say, after all that it seems to be overkill."

[aenseidhe]

James Norrington is not the worst human Iorveth's met. He isn't a racist twat, at least, and he's an extremely capable warrior - their team in the Tourney proved that well enough. Not only for his individual skill, but in being willing to listen to the rest of his team, give up the personal glory to work tactics and defend the others. That is what makes a successful unit more than talent alone.

This, however. This is just fucking weird. Iorveth stands not far from Norrington and his nonsense, arms crossed over his chest, watching this fuckery like he's waiting for it to make sense, before eventually speaking up. My dude, what the fuck.

"I suppose I ought to be glad you thought to bring more traditional weapons to the Grand Melee."

[hearher]

"Uh.... are you feeling all right?" Carlos asks with a certain level of concern over the sight he's looking at right now.

[thorndergod]

He'd received a similar assignment as a couple of others in Forces, trying out all sorts of items in a fight, and while it seems fun, he's definitely using the opportunity to observe the Templar, too. Thor brings over a few things to add to the pile before offering a lime to Norrington.

"Could you take out a mage with a citrus?"