Post by Fel on Sept 22, 2014 23:29:06 GMT
1, 2, 3, 4.
The numbers were the only thing he seemed to be able to put into coherent thought. Alfonso wiped another bead of sweat from his head and briefly stopped his pace of fire. He relaxed the grip on his bow, and for a brief second was able to feel a cool breeze coming in from the ocean. He put up an exhausted smile for a brief moment, but just as quickly it was extinguished by a stinging blow from his company leader, who brandished a thin switch of wood, a necessity for discipline. A shout in addition was all it took, and Alfonso got back into the groove of things, fitting shafts onto the bow and letting loose on a variety of downrange targets; large, arrow-ridden hay bales with targets to the rough likening of an orc painted over them. The symbolism was lost on no one, and the frequent grumbling of fishermen when they loosed their arrows reinforced this.
He was in the newly formed Town Watch in Léoten, a member of a semi-standing army of levies from the cities. Ideally they were to be used as a defense force for the city, an augment to the sometimes outnumbered police forces and outer patrols, to defend the peasantry against bandits. In reality, of course, they were used as a para-military force, probably the most likely to be called up against enemies due to their semi-professional nature. They had roughly the same amount of training as other city levies, but were directly paid at all times, so they could be removed from city life without interrupting basic intra-nation commerce and production.
Alfonso was a basic infantryman in the bowmen corps. At the moment they were doing their weekly archery training, mandatory for all men in the levy. The most important portion of training was to come up, though. Movement and mobility.
His company’s officer had the men set up in their their lines, and begin the training. The targets were staggered so that the front rank would fire at ones far behind the other ranks, allowing for the feel of an enemy advancing on the Sylphs. Alfonso loosed his arrow, crouched, and with a massive exertion, launched himself backwards at the correct angle. He landed, and began to reform himself, and the line. This was done for the remainder of the day, for so long that Alfonso and his group of friends were simply too tired to go to the pub as they normally did after practice. Mobility training was always hardest, the strength necessary to launch yourself back as quickly as you could tired your arms, but only for the first practice or so. Aftewards, the wing and shoulder muscles became strong enough that it could be done for long periods of time without so much as a whimper from the troops. At least, not with the drill officers in earshot.
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-- Basic description of the city levy’s training.
The numbers were the only thing he seemed to be able to put into coherent thought. Alfonso wiped another bead of sweat from his head and briefly stopped his pace of fire. He relaxed the grip on his bow, and for a brief second was able to feel a cool breeze coming in from the ocean. He put up an exhausted smile for a brief moment, but just as quickly it was extinguished by a stinging blow from his company leader, who brandished a thin switch of wood, a necessity for discipline. A shout in addition was all it took, and Alfonso got back into the groove of things, fitting shafts onto the bow and letting loose on a variety of downrange targets; large, arrow-ridden hay bales with targets to the rough likening of an orc painted over them. The symbolism was lost on no one, and the frequent grumbling of fishermen when they loosed their arrows reinforced this.
He was in the newly formed Town Watch in Léoten, a member of a semi-standing army of levies from the cities. Ideally they were to be used as a defense force for the city, an augment to the sometimes outnumbered police forces and outer patrols, to defend the peasantry against bandits. In reality, of course, they were used as a para-military force, probably the most likely to be called up against enemies due to their semi-professional nature. They had roughly the same amount of training as other city levies, but were directly paid at all times, so they could be removed from city life without interrupting basic intra-nation commerce and production.
Alfonso was a basic infantryman in the bowmen corps. At the moment they were doing their weekly archery training, mandatory for all men in the levy. The most important portion of training was to come up, though. Movement and mobility.
His company’s officer had the men set up in their their lines, and begin the training. The targets were staggered so that the front rank would fire at ones far behind the other ranks, allowing for the feel of an enemy advancing on the Sylphs. Alfonso loosed his arrow, crouched, and with a massive exertion, launched himself backwards at the correct angle. He landed, and began to reform himself, and the line. This was done for the remainder of the day, for so long that Alfonso and his group of friends were simply too tired to go to the pub as they normally did after practice. Mobility training was always hardest, the strength necessary to launch yourself back as quickly as you could tired your arms, but only for the first practice or so. Aftewards, the wing and shoulder muscles became strong enough that it could be done for long periods of time without so much as a whimper from the troops. At least, not with the drill officers in earshot.
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-- Basic description of the city levy’s training.