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Ragnar made a fairly quick show of a basic stance. It was not elaborate, but it was effective. Body turned to the side, weight on the back leg, hands held at chest level to allow for quick blocking and striking. A few basics strikes followed, things that needed to be repeated endlessly until...

He nodded at her words. "We may also want to put some work into conditioning. Many fights are won or lost by that. Though they may not enjoy the process, it may be needed." He offered. he tracked eyes over the assembled people, and took them in. It was quite a disparate lot. People of...

The day was still hotter than he'd have liked it, but there was nothing for it. He'd offered his aid to Genevieve in training both with her, and others who might be interested. It had been quite awhile since he'd set himself to such a task, but he felt that it would come back to him quickly...

Ragnar stretched, and looked around the island. The fire was impossible to miss, a great glowing mass by the edge of the water. He felt a mild twinge at the sight, remembering the times he'd spent in the mountains training with Hargen. Size was a factor, but he'd not forgotten the times that...

Ragnar walked around the outside of the building, looking for a good sized patch of land. He'd come to his decision about which pokemon needed the exercise. His Gallade, Stigandr, had been idle for some time, and his Scyther, Hjordis, was always eager for a fight. He dropped his hand, feeling...

Ragnar nodded as she spoke. "It was good to speak to someone who...understands the North. And I look forward to speaking and training with you in the future. I think I will check in on you in the morning. Ensure you're recovering well." He bowed his head as he spoke, before taking his...

Ragnar nodded, and walked closer to her. "Certainly. Herliefr, return." He called the Machoke back into the pokeball, and waved an arm in a gesture. "If you'll accompany me, I do think I know my way around passably by now." He stooped down to sweep up his pack and stuff his shed shirt...

Ragnar's head rang like a church bell, diluting everything around him. It made it hard to focus on any one thing, and his eyes wavered. He shook his head to clear it, but that only unbalanced him completely. He was falling again, but Herliefr was there to catch him. He gripped the pokémon's...

"No offense is taken. I may be overhasty in my judgments of others. If you would grant me a moment, I think I may need a touch of practice." He said camly, throwing his hand forward. A pokèball landed in his palm, coming from the drop sheathe he kept on his wrist. He pressed the button...

"A balance would be helpful. Though I must confess I do not like the drunkard. To claim we know nothing, as though he is any different. I know that his arrogance will be a problem if...no when the battle comes to us. Not the least of which is the fact I cannot, and will not trust him as he...

Ragnar began to get a wolfish grin on his face, as though something was happening that amused him greatly. Everyone around them seem to want to train. This place was between battles. And that meant he'd landed in the middle of a war. A war! This was the sort of thing his people had been...

Ragnar smiled as she inquired after his skills. "I am more than passing with both longsword, and unarmed. And while I have also faced watch of my own pokemon in combat, I would also enjoy the chance to work with another person. I do confess my skills may be a little rusty from lack of use on...

“We are all in this together, I think. If you need anything else, let me know, and I’ll see what can be done. And if you ever need assistance in training, do let me know. I’ve some small skill in that area.” He admitted. He was looking forward to her recovery. It had been perhaps too long...

Ragnar listened to all of the exchanges. One of the boys was a submissive sort, but seemed to want to be made better. And he could hardly fault him in that. And Geneviève seemed to be willing to work with him. Frankly if she started traiing others to prepare for a coming battle, his respect...

Ragnar flicked his eyes between the new comer, and Geneviève. His first instinct was to step back, it was not his fight, not his problem. Never borrow trouble from other Ragnar. The world will always be willing to give it to you. His Fathers words came back to him easily. The boy seemed to...