it takes strength to live this way

[qunari]

WHO: Iron Bull and OPEN
WHAT: General summary of events during the end of the month. Drinking, fighting, more drinking, maybe a little flirting.
WHEN: Mid-to-late Wintermarch
WHERE: All over the damn place. Mostly the tavern and sparring ring, though.
NOTES: n/a

He was starting to feel a little restless. By now, the boss would have taken them all out on some exploit or another, and even if he was glad to be at Skyhold again? Sitting idle could grate on the nerves a bit.

The best way to counter that seemed to be throwing down in the training ring just outside the tavern, taking on all comers as well as training those that seemed of a mind to ask. Cullen had most of his people following their own regime, but if they wanted a swing at something else? He wouldn’t refuse them. Not everyone fought like a templar.

The rest of the time, Bull made himself easy to find. Easy to avoid, too, if that was the preference of some. And he knew it was, from the glimpsed he’d gotten of the Vashoth inside the keep. But it was no hardship holding court inside the comfort of the tavern, indulging heavily in drinks and working his way down the menu of available meals and snacks.

It was business as usual, for the most part. Even if he did feel a little more restless than usual. Had to find a way to get out, hit something that really had it coming.

Or find someone to pass the evening with. That might help.

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[qunari]

He's not putting enough strain into it, but it gives him an idea of where he's at. "Guessing that's about a third your weight. Good place to start if you're not used to the regime the Chargers go through."

And if he's angling for a place on the team, he's going to have to keep up with the others. That's his one rule. Gesturing for Sam to drop the bags, Bull moves towards the edge of the ring and grabs a length of rope. The bags wind up being tied together, a little easier to handle that way.

"So. You're gonna start at that end of the ring. Grab the bag, haul it up, bring it back to the other side. Then head back, do it again. You do that until I tell you to stop, or you need to stop. Don't go trying to impress me and hurt yourself," he adds, arching a brow. "Need to know what kind of shape my guys are in."

[el_tybs]

At the gesture, Sam tosses the bags, one by one, into a pile between the two of them. While he watches Bull move about grabbing rope and whatnot, Sam dusts his hands off against each other, raising his brows when Bull finally finishes. That would be easier to handle.

At the instructions Sam nods his head at each point, twice so at the mention of hurting himself, and runs it over in his head once more after Bull has finished. For a moment a confused frown slips onto his face. "So haul the bag and bring it to the other end. Put it down and re-haul it back and head to the other end, or put it down and walk to the other end without it and then repeat?" He's not trying to be a smartass here, just honestly curious on exactly how the steps went so that he could do them right.

[qunari]

"The second one."

He doesn't roll his eyes, to his credit, even if Sam does get a bit of a look. The kid's just clarifying, and he's not used to being drilled. He was still a long ways off from being Charger material, and he wasn't getting accepted based on the fact that he happened to be canoodling his lieutenant.

Sam gets a gesture to get moving before Bull settles in, arms over his chest.

[el_tybs]

"Ah, right..." Judging by the look it probably would've been better for him not to have asked and just made an educated guess on that. It was something he was going to have to get used to, instructions here were different with how he learned magic. Sam is quick to get started after that, dragging the bags over one end of the ring before walking over to the other end.

The exercise is relatively easy, but after a few rounds he can definitely feel what hauling the bags around is supposed to do. For the most part Sam concentrates on the bags, walking, and his breathing, but after a while the being watched gets a bit much.

"So, how did you meet the others? Everyone that joined the Chargers?" he asks during one pass, dropping the bags at the edge.

[qunari]

"Lot of stories there. Most cases, they were people with skills that could have found work elsewhere, if people didn't look at them and see a pair of pointed ears, or another crazy dwarf, someone who didn't measure up in some way or another."

Their loss. He knew his folks, knew their talent and their loyalty and made damn sure neither went to waste as they might have done. There's more to it too, perhaps, a sense of wanting to protect them, but that's personal. That's not a conversation for right now. Maybe later, over drinks.

[el_tybs]

"So you took them in. Did they all know how to fight when you met them, or did you train them?" He figures it's probably a mixture of both, but he asks anyways, keeping up conversation while he took his time with the training.

It was simple, tedious and repetitive on its own if there wasn't anything else to think about, but he could see why Bull had started him off on it. Even if he had been doing other training, none of it had been focused towards this line of work.

[qunari]

Bull snorts. "Oh, they knew. Would have done well in someone else's company, if they could have seen past what they were to what they could do. Supplemental training never hurt anyone, and teaching them to work as a unit? That was me. But I wouldn't have hired them on if they couldn't already pull their own weight."

He's watching Sam start to tire, seeing the strain as he continues the exercise, waiting to see at what point he gives. Does he push himself too far? Not enough? All important things to see. It's not just a matter of his physical strength.

[el_tybs]

Wouldn't hire them if they couldn't pull their own weight. He knows Bull is not just referring to the current Charger, but anyone who would be a possibility to join. So pretty much he had to prove he could pull his own weight.

Course with knowing that it does drive Sam to push himself a bit further, just a bit more than the effort he was already putting into it.

He's half expecting Bull to give the word on when to quit, but when no words come it's clear that it's up to him when he does. So he goes for as long as he can, until the strain in his arms is a bit much, but not enough to lift them when he's done. When he doesn't pick up the bag this last time he sighs, using his thighs as a brace as he leans forward to rest on his feet.