Hektor, the fairly tall, pale skinned and black haired heir of House Sea, a family that works for the Navy in Greece, was in his chambers studying fencing in books in preparation for his tutor, Stense Fulgur, to train him once again in the ways of swordsmanship. Hektor needed whatever preparation he could get for his training with Stense, as Stense was one of the foremost masters of the sword in the entire known world, rumored to have traveled the world to perfect his style.
Hektor’s deep focus was broken by a banging on the door. Hektor roused from his studies and went to open the door, revealing the visage of a man rapidly approaching middle age wearing a dark blue coat over chainmail and a blue bandana. It was none other than Hektor’s teacher in the way of the sword, Stense Fulgur. Hektor was surprised by the sudden and unannounced visit directly to his room made by Stense.
“Get your weapon, I’m going to see if you’ve been practicing in my absence.” Stense ordered to Hektor. Stense was a sly, ill-tempered man who was often bereft of words.
“Nice to see you too, Stense.” Hektor said sardonically.
The two men made their way to the courtyard of the manor and drew their swords. Hektor used a longsword with long crossguards that he wielded in a two-handed grip, and Stense used a curved sword that he kept in its holster. The curved sword was alien to Europeans and the fact Stense kept it holstered instead of drawn was even more bizarre.
“Go on, Hektor, see if you can defeat an old man without a sword drawn” Stense goaded Hektor. Hektor brought his longsword down on Stense with vertical slashes, which Stense swiftly dodged with wily speed. With a flash of steel, Stense’s sword was drawn and was rapidly slashed inches away from Hektor’s body.
“Dead.” Stense said while sheathing his blade.
“You favor power over technique, useful when fighting fodder, but a master will cut you apart before you even strike.”
“I’ll take your words to heart, master Stense, but I’m afraid I must depart. The whole family is going on a sailing expedition to Rome. I don’t know when I’ll be seeing you next, but I’ll be a much better fighter by then.” Hektor said to Stense.
“You better keep that promise, Hektor, because there aren’t many fighters who can put up a challenge for me left in the world.” Stense said to Hektor.