Post by lukejasperdenmark on May 21, 2012 4:16:47 GMT
It was early in the morning, before breakfast was even being served in the Great Hall. Dew was still coating the grass outside, and there were only a few early birds awake. Luke Denmark was one of them, he'd been up for at least twenty minutes. He stood outside as he single person on the lawns.
His tall frame, over seven foot four really stood out on the lawns. He stretched out his arms and legs and did some quick warm ups and then, he started to do what he'd gotten up so early for. He moved slowly at first, almost as if he were dancing, he moved his arms first, slowly punching at the air and then, he kicked out in slow motion. The boy's long, powerful leg was straight in the air, his other planted firmly on the ground. He balanced there for a moment and then, kicked it up a notch.
He flew into a frenzy of motion and speed, kicking and punching at the air, flipping and twisting in midair, always landing firmly on his feet. Even though it was early morning, he was soon sweating and panting, but he refused to stop. He even drew his wand and used a charm he'd learned from Lily to conjure up hundreds of tennis balls. He enchanted them to fly at him and he focused, a fearsome expression that made the scar on his face, which ran from under his left eye, to nearly his chin look a little scary. As they flew at him at rapid speed one by one from different angles, he smacked them back with his palms, fists or he'd shift his weight and spin with one leg out, knocking several of them away. He also dodged many of them by twisting, bending and bowing his body in many different directions, his balance perfect.
Those that struck him, left a small blue mark, like paint on his body. He couldn't dodge them all, a little more than half, but it was still a very good effort. He was unaware of anyone watching him. Once he'd run out of balls, he vanished them and then conjured up a wooden blocking dummy, after several tries. He then began to beat the hell out of it, the sounds of impact ringing in the air. He leaped and jumped around the thing, attacking it from all angles as the twirled.
His tall frame, over seven foot four really stood out on the lawns. He stretched out his arms and legs and did some quick warm ups and then, he started to do what he'd gotten up so early for. He moved slowly at first, almost as if he were dancing, he moved his arms first, slowly punching at the air and then, he kicked out in slow motion. The boy's long, powerful leg was straight in the air, his other planted firmly on the ground. He balanced there for a moment and then, kicked it up a notch.
He flew into a frenzy of motion and speed, kicking and punching at the air, flipping and twisting in midair, always landing firmly on his feet. Even though it was early morning, he was soon sweating and panting, but he refused to stop. He even drew his wand and used a charm he'd learned from Lily to conjure up hundreds of tennis balls. He enchanted them to fly at him and he focused, a fearsome expression that made the scar on his face, which ran from under his left eye, to nearly his chin look a little scary. As they flew at him at rapid speed one by one from different angles, he smacked them back with his palms, fists or he'd shift his weight and spin with one leg out, knocking several of them away. He also dodged many of them by twisting, bending and bowing his body in many different directions, his balance perfect.
Those that struck him, left a small blue mark, like paint on his body. He couldn't dodge them all, a little more than half, but it was still a very good effort. He was unaware of anyone watching him. Once he'd run out of balls, he vanished them and then conjured up a wooden blocking dummy, after several tries. He then began to beat the hell out of it, the sounds of impact ringing in the air. He leaped and jumped around the thing, attacking it from all angles as the twirled.
