Training Log 3: Revelations

[crypddyd]

As we have more newcomers again, I will be holding another training session. It will be the same place as before- the part in Limbo. There will be refreshments as well, so even if you do not wish to spar please feel free to come and observe!

[It's that time again! Lion has his little (now a bit beat up since he keeps using the same space) claimed track of land in Limbo set up- wide spaces for people to pair off, a fold-out table with snacks and chairs for sitting and chatting. And of course himself off to the side with his lance in hand- willing to take all challengers and give tips and advice to anyone that comes to him!

He does though, go seeking someone specific out during all this: Chiron]

My friend, may I speak with you in private for a moment?

[There is no feeling of dread here that's just your imagination!]

((ooc: As usual this is a mixer post, so feel free to toss up starters as desired! I will have one for Lion as well if anyone wants to poke him in specific- but use this as a chance to show off- I mean try out new powers you've gained since last time!))

Comments

[discutio]

...Are you certain you want to?

[regen or not, he'd rather not actually hurt someone, yanno]

[mementomoritz]

Mm-hm! If I get injured, that's just an opportunity to practice healing and fighting at the same time.

Besides, it's always best to try things out in a controlled environment before applying them in the field.

[discutio]

Well, so long as you're sure. I wouldn't wish to hurt you by mistake, so don't hesitate to speak up if you need to stop and I will do the same.

[he'd at least turn off the fire, because good lord.]

[mementomoritz]

That seems fair. [Medic nods agreeably- which he can't see, but is probably audible in her tone.]

[Secretly she's a little disappointed that he turned off the fire, but eh. She'll unlive.]

[Lifting her giant scissors and settling into a stance, she calls out:] I'm ready when you are!

[discutio]

[Well, if you insist.]

[He's just gonna get right to it and come in with a clear-cut frontal assault and a low attack aimed at her legs.]

[mementomoritz]

[Medic leaps up like a kid playing jump-rope, lifting both feet off the ground to avoid the sword aimed at her legs.]

[As she does, the scissors dart forward, aiming to snap shut on the incoming blade and trap it.]

[discutio]

[Having the blade stopped didn't seem to bother Phoenix all that much; in fact, he tightened his hold on it and threw himself into a sudden flip, attempting to force her to either let go or have her weapon twisted out of her hands.]

[mementomoritz]

[Medic, bless her lack of self-preservation instinct, picks option three:]

[She tightens her grip on her weapon, closes the scissors as tightly shut on Phoenix's blade as she can, and curls into a crouch- attempting to force Phoenix to just... carry her along for the ride as he flips over.]

[That, or foul his move entirely by making him haul along the dead weight of a whole-ass teenager. Although given how short she is, that's probably not a lot even with the extra pounds added by the giant pair of scissors.]

[discutio]

[okay well make that OPTION FOUR:]

[Phoenix changed his mind very quickly when it was clear this was not going to go as planned; he let go of the sword for the moment, landing and striking back with a sudden unarmed kick instead.]

[mementomoritz]

Oof! [Medic takes the kick full in the chest and lets it knock her flat, landing on her back and springing up again to her feet in a single quick motion.]

[The second she's back upright, she swings the scissors full force at Phoenix's side.]

[With his own sword still clenched firmly in the blades.]

[Because clearly what a pair of GIANT SCISSORS needed was EVEN MORE POINTY EDGES.]

[discutio]

[WHYYYY.]

[Needless to say that sounded less than ideal, Phoenix catching just a small scratch as he threw himself backwards out of range and tried to recalculate how the hell to get his sword back.]

Well, there's something to be said for the unexpected.

[mementomoritz]

Thank you! I try to explore new options whenever possible- that's how we learn!

[She takes one stumbling step to the side from the momentum of her swing, then braces herself and charges head-on at Phoenix.]

[He is, it's pretty to see, her clear superior in terms of technique. Which is why, instead of trying to fight like a sane person, she's just cheerfully trying to smash things with no regard for self-preservation. An incredibly skilled fencer will beat a slightly less-skilled fencer, but a lunatic swinging around a machete is going to be an entirely different sort of problem.]