Friedrich decides that he might as well head on over to one of the training halls. It wouldn't do to not practice swordplay, and besides, perhaps a spot of exercise might energize him enough to finish the rest of tomorrow's pleadings today.
He changes into one of the hall's standard training uniforms, and picks a generic broadsword from the ones hanging on the weapon racks. He tests its heft and balance (acceptable), then selects one of the haptic hologram swarm attack modes. He then goes and leans against a wall, broadsword lowered and at his side, seemingly relaxed.
When the holograms attack, Friedrich casually gets off of the wall and... defends. It is literally all he does. This, for him, is aerobics, his way of honing his body to last as long as it can in battle. In any case, none of the attackers seem to be making any headway, and Friedrich is content with merely moving in a holding pattern. This lasts for a good hour or so.
During this time, he was watching a group of operatives (blademates, his mind supplies) train on the other side of the hall. He decides to compile a mental checklist of everything they are doing right, and everything they are doing wrong.
As his stamina begins to flag, he decides to go on the offensive. A minute later, ten holograms lay in pieces at his feet, and he walks over to the man who is seated on the sidelines of his blade, doing some reading.
"Guten Morgen, herr Jäger. Your blademates, they are training hard, ja?"
awesome!
He changes into one of the hall's standard training uniforms, and picks a generic broadsword from the ones hanging on the weapon racks. He tests its heft and balance (acceptable), then selects one of the haptic hologram swarm attack modes. He then goes and leans against a wall, broadsword lowered and at his side, seemingly relaxed.
When the holograms attack, Friedrich casually gets off of the wall and... defends. It is literally all he does. This, for him, is aerobics, his way of honing his body to last as long as it can in battle. In any case, none of the attackers seem to be making any headway, and Friedrich is content with merely moving in a holding pattern. This lasts for a good hour or so.
During this time, he was watching a group of operatives (blademates, his mind supplies) train on the other side of the hall. He decides to compile a mental checklist of everything they are doing right, and everything they are doing wrong.
As his stamina begins to flag, he decides to go on the offensive. A minute later, ten holograms lay in pieces at his feet, and he walks over to the man who is seated on the sidelines of his blade, doing some reading.
"Guten Morgen, herr Jäger. Your blademates, they are training hard, ja?"