Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2016 21:00:16 GMT -5
HE didn't know why, but the woods were the only place that he really felt like he was going to be okay. Adam hated to stay in one place for too long, but this, this was just ridiculous. Every which way he turned, he felt like he wanted to bolt. He didn't belong in camp, this was for warriors, not for skulky little guys like him. Sure he talked a big game and he knew his stuff but this wasn't somewhere that could benefit from what he knew. They already knew it. As if he didn't feel like he stuck out like a sore thumb to begin with, this camp just amplified the feelings. He had a bow on him and a quiver full of arrows, not to mention the countless knives that he had on him at any given time. His style of fighting was odd by roman standards, what kind of soldier was the most deadly but making themselves unarmed? It wasn't like he was a Mars kid and was good with his fists.
Away from the field of Mars was where he found himself. Practicing in the woods was much more on point for him than he was doing drills with the rest of the cohort. Being with other people spooked him. He didn't like it one bit. He had been alone for so long it felt incredibly awkward to just stand there with others, to sleep in a massive room with others. He felt more comfortable sleeping on the roof of the barracks though he knew he didn't belong there with the others. Adam tossed the knife in his hand up and down, catching it easily as he then threw it as hard as he could at the tree that he had made his target. It embedded itself in the wood with a dull thunk. He had heard others talking about the last war they had gone through a few months before hand. It sounded like it was either going to be exciting or horrifying. What were the odds that they would have another war? Well from what Adam remembered, the Romans were incredibly warlike. They were conquerors. Another knife found it's way to his hand. The blade glinted in the sunlight as he glanced upwards, throwing it hard, hitting his target with a dull thunk. Maybe there was a possibility of another war. Would he ever find his brother if they did? He was stuck here when he should have been out looking.
Adam let out a small sight of discontent as he did his best to look at the tree he was using for target practice. He back peddled, moving a few good yards away from the tree as he then turned smartly on his heel and charged forward at a quick speed. Adam's arms moved quickly, the knives thrown at a lightening fast speed as they hit their targets, one after another after another. In a quick succession, the remaining eighteen daggers splintered the tree's trunk, riddling it was holes. Adam skidded to a stop. That was some good grouping, he thought, tilting his head to the side as he worked with the broken and dead tree. It looked as if it was about to fall over anyways. He didn't want to pick a live tree, that tended to ruffle the dander of the Ceres kids. Maybe he'd steal a target later and really get to work on the practice of throwing knives.
Away from the field of Mars was where he found himself. Practicing in the woods was much more on point for him than he was doing drills with the rest of the cohort. Being with other people spooked him. He didn't like it one bit. He had been alone for so long it felt incredibly awkward to just stand there with others, to sleep in a massive room with others. He felt more comfortable sleeping on the roof of the barracks though he knew he didn't belong there with the others. Adam tossed the knife in his hand up and down, catching it easily as he then threw it as hard as he could at the tree that he had made his target. It embedded itself in the wood with a dull thunk. He had heard others talking about the last war they had gone through a few months before hand. It sounded like it was either going to be exciting or horrifying. What were the odds that they would have another war? Well from what Adam remembered, the Romans were incredibly warlike. They were conquerors. Another knife found it's way to his hand. The blade glinted in the sunlight as he glanced upwards, throwing it hard, hitting his target with a dull thunk. Maybe there was a possibility of another war. Would he ever find his brother if they did? He was stuck here when he should have been out looking.
Adam let out a small sight of discontent as he did his best to look at the tree he was using for target practice. He back peddled, moving a few good yards away from the tree as he then turned smartly on his heel and charged forward at a quick speed. Adam's arms moved quickly, the knives thrown at a lightening fast speed as they hit their targets, one after another after another. In a quick succession, the remaining eighteen daggers splintered the tree's trunk, riddling it was holes. Adam skidded to a stop. That was some good grouping, he thought, tilting his head to the side as he worked with the broken and dead tree. It looked as if it was about to fall over anyways. He didn't want to pick a live tree, that tended to ruffle the dander of the Ceres kids. Maybe he'd steal a target later and really get to work on the practice of throwing knives.
