'Sword Practice.' Open thread, jump in!

I would like to preface this thread by stating that my character has a bad history with Orcs, and I'm looking to slowly, bit by precious bit, turn his stubborn and obviously very racist mentality around. Perhaps even finding a true and lasting friendship with someone who plays an Orc. For details regarding this grudge against Orcs see my character sheet. http://www.blueskooma.com/forum/m/22417574/viewthread/13280138-threetrees/post/71580739#p71580739

Three-trees stood on the green, sword in hand, wooden shield strapped to his forearm. He dropped into a ready stance, made a low thrust with his sword arm, spun around an imaginary counter swing, and bashed out with his shield, allegedly sending his imaginary combatant staggering back. He pursued, let loose a mighty roar, and thrust his sword out at chest height, all his weight lumbering behind it. One would assume, were it not merely sword practice, that his opponent hung gasping, sputtering- his heart skewered neatly on the blade. Lowering his weapon he straightened, rolled his shoulders, worked his huge neck muscles around, and dropped back into his stance. This time he charged forward, bashing first, blade sweeping up in a powerful motion bringing the hilt down hard. Sidestepping his unseen quarry he raised his shield, blade lashing out, harrying. Sensing his moment he swept forward, crouched low, ducked and rolled beneath a phantom swing, went down on one knee, and brought the flat of his blade around his right side, taking his ghostly opponent hard in the back of the knee. He slowly stood up straight, worked his neck, turned. One could only assume, were it not merely sword practice, as his sword sliced horizontally through the air, that a neatly decapitated corpse lay at his feet. He beat his sword against his shield with a loud 'clack', a ringing resonation of steel on steel as the blade made contact with the center buckler. The roar that exploded from his throat came louder still, his head thrown back, gazing skyward.