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carl shin,
tyr

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Characters: Tyr and Carl
Date/Time: Saturday, August 31
Location: Tyr's House
Rating: G, maybe PG
Warnings: None
Summary: With Tina at her mother's, Tyr seeks to spend some time with his son.

Tina was going to be with her mother for the first half of Labor Day weekend, so that left Tyr with an opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with Carl. ..Of course he didn't really know just what to do, but that just meant he'd play it by ear. He went up to Carl's room. "Hey, bud. You got a second?"

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Carl looked up and greeted his father with a bright smile.
"Hi, Daddy! Whatcha need?"

"Actually Carl I was thinking that it was about time you and me went out and did something together," Tyr informed. "The question is, what would you like to do?"

Carl considered.
"Daddy, you promised you'd teach me to fight like Uncle Baldr. You promised," he said, giving his father a petulant look.

Tyr gives his son a neutral look, not really amused at the petulance. It was true though, he had promised.

"Okay, Carl. If you really want to start learning that, then come downstairs with me to the training room."

"Yay!" Carl jumped up and immediately grabbed his father's hand to go with him into the room. "I'll be the best ever, Daddy. I promise."

"One step at a time, son," Tyr cautioned. "I just want you to be the best you can be." He takes Carl down to the training area he had tutored Baldr in . He lets go of Carl's hand, walking over to grab a wooden sword, custom-made for his son's size. "Here you are," he says, handing Carl the practice weapon.

Carl took the sword, experimentally testing its weight in his hand.
"It's light," he observed.

Tyr nods. "For right now I want you to get used how a sword feels in your hand and the movements that are needed before we move on to heavier weapons. Learning how to strike, defend, and sometimes just getting out of the way are important. Besides, Carl, you'll find that not all weapons weigh the same. Some warriors favor heavier, two-handed swords, while others use lighter, one-handed weapons."

"What do you like to use?" the little boy asked, trying to get a look at what his Dad was going to practice with.

Tyr takes out a wooden sword of his own. It was long, but light, and seemed to be fitted for someone who was left-handed.

"This is a wooden replica of my preferred blade," he explained to Carl. "It's light, but cuts easily. It works best when used quickly rather than protracted striking."

Carl cocked his head.
"You like light and fast?" he asked, running a tiny hand over the wood.

"I kind of have to, Carl," Tyr admitted. "With just one functional hand it makes it difficult for me to use larger weapons effectively."

"Oh." Carl considered. "What does Mommy use?"

"Your mother was not formally trained as a warrior," Tyr explained. "However, when needed, she has taken to using the hammer, Mjolnir."

"Are you going to teach Tina too?" the boy asked.

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