Jack Pine
Well-Known Member
- RP Date
- YE 41
- RP Location
- Sirris VI - Anvil Base: training/war games hall
The hall had been cleared of most of the equipment, leaving only exercise stations outside the large sparring ring that had been arranged. Troopers and naval personnel watched from the observation areas on the upper floors as combatants clashed below in a impressive show of skill. There were a couple training pairs going at it below, but there being plenty room for more.
Nora swung the prop sword, the far from lethal weapon made of a padded exterior over a weighted frame to simulate the weight of her favorite glaive. The large blade was easily side stepped by the bored looking Lazarus who carried a much lighter weapon, the end of the staff of his sim scythe popping her on the rear. She gave a eep as it tumbled her forward, "Damnit! No fair, and why aren't you swinging back?!" she grumbled as she stood again rubbing her sore posterior.
"Because it's not much of a fight when you're so damn slow. You prefer a large weapon to deal more damage, but you waste energy and speed to do so. A faster enemy can easily best you Nora, SO YOU MUST IMPROVE. You need to go faster, react quicker, and not focus on swinging harder. Adapt, don't use the same one horse bullshit trick every time.", Lazarus chided annoyed as this had been the tenth round to end in such a way. To be honest, he was disappointed, but he figured training would be needed. Weiss had clearly taught her grade A marksmanship, but her CQC needed desperate work. "Again."
Mark Tazar lifted his sword, as Whisper did likewise, "Remember, posture straight, feet apart, and don't squeeze the handle. Firm grip. Now....begin." whisper said as Mark rushed him. His blade was swung in an arc which clashed with Whisper's blade with a thump, before he twisted he body in an attempt spin himself around to perform an over arcing slash. As the blade was coming over his head, Whisper side stepped and whapped Mark on the back of the head, causing the man to drop his blade and grab the back of his head from the sting, just as Whisper's blade was struck across his inner calf, knocking his leg out from under him. "Oh come on!", Mark cursed as he face planted into the mat.
Whisper cave a chuckle, "You're impatient, think your actions through."
Kessler circled against Ceilia who did the same, both having practice knives, a bout between siblings. "Come on sis, come at me and lose again. I thought I taug- grf fuuuuu", was all he managed to say as she flipped the knife in her hand before throwing it straight into his groin. Kess dropped his own knife, as his hands when to guard his assaulted assets, only to find Ceilia scale his shoulder and her legs having him in a choke hold. "okay okay, I yield, I-----I yield!", he wheezed out unable to get out of her hold. Ceilia let go after he toppled, "Yeah and I remember every lesson."
Nora swung the prop sword, the far from lethal weapon made of a padded exterior over a weighted frame to simulate the weight of her favorite glaive. The large blade was easily side stepped by the bored looking Lazarus who carried a much lighter weapon, the end of the staff of his sim scythe popping her on the rear. She gave a eep as it tumbled her forward, "Damnit! No fair, and why aren't you swinging back?!" she grumbled as she stood again rubbing her sore posterior.
"Because it's not much of a fight when you're so damn slow. You prefer a large weapon to deal more damage, but you waste energy and speed to do so. A faster enemy can easily best you Nora, SO YOU MUST IMPROVE. You need to go faster, react quicker, and not focus on swinging harder. Adapt, don't use the same one horse bullshit trick every time.", Lazarus chided annoyed as this had been the tenth round to end in such a way. To be honest, he was disappointed, but he figured training would be needed. Weiss had clearly taught her grade A marksmanship, but her CQC needed desperate work. "Again."
Mark Tazar lifted his sword, as Whisper did likewise, "Remember, posture straight, feet apart, and don't squeeze the handle. Firm grip. Now....begin." whisper said as Mark rushed him. His blade was swung in an arc which clashed with Whisper's blade with a thump, before he twisted he body in an attempt spin himself around to perform an over arcing slash. As the blade was coming over his head, Whisper side stepped and whapped Mark on the back of the head, causing the man to drop his blade and grab the back of his head from the sting, just as Whisper's blade was struck across his inner calf, knocking his leg out from under him. "Oh come on!", Mark cursed as he face planted into the mat.
Whisper cave a chuckle, "You're impatient, think your actions through."
Kessler circled against Ceilia who did the same, both having practice knives, a bout between siblings. "Come on sis, come at me and lose again. I thought I taug- grf fuuuuu", was all he managed to say as she flipped the knife in her hand before throwing it straight into his groin. Kess dropped his own knife, as his hands when to guard his assaulted assets, only to find Ceilia scale his shoulder and her legs having him in a choke hold. "okay okay, I yield, I-----I yield!", he wheezed out unable to get out of her hold. Ceilia let go after he toppled, "Yeah and I remember every lesson."