Movements of the Battle Board - Part 4

The effects of their enthusiasm reached as far as the Yorick men too, however, and some of them had begun to join in, along with Commander Yorick himself, who awkwardly asked Firyr for directions.

"What is it you intend when you train like this?" Yorick asked Firyr, swinging a spear beside him.

"Huh?" Firyr said. "I dunno. Just the 'whooosh', I suppose. Cutting the air in two. That sound. You hear that?" Firyr said, demonstrating by thrusting his spear forward with all his might, twisting his hips over to support the motion. As he had said there would be, there was a crisp whoosh, as the air rushed past the tip of the spear.

Beside him, Yorick looked rather doubtful as he tried the same. He was no master of the spear. He thrust with all his might, and turned his hips over just as he had seen Firyr do, but he found no song sung by the air, there was no whooshing. All he felt was the aching in his arms.