You Lazy Bastards [R'nya's Wing - First Practice]

What an interesting day this would turn out to be, indeed. And T'shiro was glad of it. Personally, he had to agree with R'nya's assessment that the entire wing had become unfit and needed to be whipped into shape. Playing a prominent role in the shape-whipping pleased him to no end.

Awaiting his Winglead's command, T'shiro stood at a standard attention to R'nya's side where he too, could survey the arrival of their wing. Sternly eyeballing those who decided to moan and groan with impertinence, there was no sign of the typically fun-loving T'shiro they may have had the opportunity to get to know outside of wing practice. No acting was involved on his behalf however; T'shiro was more than glad to exercise the militaristic talents given to him long ago.

Having been at the ready when R'nya faced him to give orders, there had hardly been enough time to inhale before T'shiro acted on the directive. "Sir!"

Though T'shiro was a few Turns older than his fellow Bronzerider, R'nya and himself had both Impressed in the same Turn. He did not know the Bronzerider previously, but since their coming south, T'shiro'd learned that the man was worthy of due respect even were it not for his current position. T'shiro felt that R'nya was appropriately deserving of his title and wielded his authority well enough. It pleased him therefore, to be serving as the man's Wingsecond, and he would do everything in his power to fulfill that role to his best ability.

Crucluith. Be awaiting Xyreith's command.

An imperialistic cadence of footfalls motioned the Bronzerider forward, where he was well within eye and ear-shot of the rest of the wing. Exerting a greater sense of Presence, the aura circumambient the Bronzerider became newly empowered by an incredible strength of Will and Authority; Suddenly, the T'shiro before them became a much more imposing creature. The Bronzerider understood very well the effectiveness of exerting a powerful sense of presence, so it was something he'd learned to utilize to his fullest advantage.  After all, every battle was fought first in the mind. This moment was no exception to him.

"You heard your Winglead! Off your dragons, now!" Most of them probably hadn't overheard the Winglead's order since it'd been direct at T'shiro, but that was no excuse for their hesitance. Each rider would learn to react to orders in a timely fashion. As in immediate and respectful fashion. T'shiro would make sure of that.

"I promise you that I will not be as forgiving as R'nya.  Forgiveness...is something that only your Winglead has the right to dole out. Fortunately for you, I have been put in charge of overseeing your physical training. If you work hard and follow orders, life will be a lot easier.

"Now...I want to see a perfect line formation in front of me... on the double! If you fail to leave room enough for you or your wingmates to perform physical training activities for the day, then you and the unfortunate wing-mates that you were so inconsiderate of, will be seeing me after practice for extra laps."

As dragonriders dismounted on cue, moving with varying degrees of urgency, the Wingsecond's attentive eyes settled over each rider in the wing individually, gaging their response to his command. Any who returned his gaze would be greeted by a most unapologetic expression.

Arms folding over his chest, T'shiro raised his voice again so that his words reached everyone, "When you've proven that you can make a line worthy of the Weyrling graduating class, I will give you my mark and you may begin with exercises. You will do ten push-ups,  sprint six dragon lengths and then come back. Rinse and repeat until you are given the order to collapse in exhaustion or do otherwise."

T'shiro waited in a mode of silent brooding until their line was properly formed, at which time, he gave the signal for physical training to begin. "What are you waiting for?  Begin!"