Snippet #2349103

The coronation nears. Virgil could hardly sleep, not due to excitement but day in day out servants and officials scurried around like rats setting up the throne room, he has never had to answer that many questions "Over here?" "Like this?" "This colour?" Someone save me he thought.

"Deaglan get me my arms and armour, lets head to the courtyard." The courtyard was empty Where is everyone? Deaglan assisted Virgil to slip on his mail. "Strap on the plates now, thank you." he said after some time adjusting the mail. "Lend me my arms." Virgil grabbed his warhammer firmly and took a light swing, he couldn't remember the last time he was in actual combat most of his experience comes from tournament participation. Then he grasped the shield, Heavier than last time? having a go at his fitness. Deaglan the squire was always donned in full armour with his longsword ready to fly out of its holding. "On your guard Deaglan." The squire took stance sword held high. Virgil held his shield and hammer like a boxers 'peak a boo' always having his upper body covered at all times. "When you are ready sire." Virgil stepped forward and swung, Deaglan effortlessly stepped to the side and pushed him back. He swung again instead with an overhead which Deaglan parry-ripost. Virgil who was almost of guard caught the attack before it landed onto his brestplate, adrenaline started to come in. Virgil's movements were stiff his swings clumsy and unbalanced. They sparred for an hour, Virgil only managing to hit Deaglan once with a glancing blow. They spent the rest of the day discussing tactics and improvements. Night came.