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Who: Sheena Fujibayashi
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What: A little release of tension and aggravation through training.
When: July 12
Where: The Gym in the castle
Rating: PG-13?
Thud. Thud. Smack. Thud.
Anyone passing by the Gym--or what Sheena called the "Training Room"--would be treated to the sounds of several rapid punches and kicks landing on one of the larger punching bags. And if they peeked in--or even entered, they'd see Sheena letting both fists and feet fly towards her target. If only enemies were this nice and remained still, she thought to herself with a chuckle. But then again, where was the challenge if they didn't move? Still, they came in handy for training when no sparring partners were around, and Sheena hoped she'd remember these things when she went back home to help with training.
After several hits, she stopped and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from her eyes. She had been at this for a while, but she was far from over. She had a lot of pent-up anger towards the castle that she needed to get out, and what better way than by using something of the castle's? True, she could have hit a wall or something similar, but she wasn't about to injure herself in the process. In her mind, that would have meant the castle won. It was still winning, considering the energy she was expending, but she was also getting her training in, so it was a win-win situation.
Tossing aside the towel, she resumed her training with renewed vigor, the punches and kicks coming even faster than before.
Care to join her?
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What: A little release of tension and aggravation through training.
When: July 12
Where: The Gym in the castle
Rating: PG-13?
Thud. Thud. Smack. Thud.
Anyone passing by the Gym--or what Sheena called the "Training Room"--would be treated to the sounds of several rapid punches and kicks landing on one of the larger punching bags. And if they peeked in--or even entered, they'd see Sheena letting both fists and feet fly towards her target. If only enemies were this nice and remained still, she thought to herself with a chuckle. But then again, where was the challenge if they didn't move? Still, they came in handy for training when no sparring partners were around, and Sheena hoped she'd remember these things when she went back home to help with training.
After several hits, she stopped and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from her eyes. She had been at this for a while, but she was far from over. She had a lot of pent-up anger towards the castle that she needed to get out, and what better way than by using something of the castle's? True, she could have hit a wall or something similar, but she wasn't about to injure herself in the process. In her mind, that would have meant the castle won. It was still winning, considering the energy she was expending, but she was also getting her training in, so it was a win-win situation.
Tossing aside the towel, she resumed her training with renewed vigor, the punches and kicks coming even faster than before.
Care to join her?
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Holding her hands out, she tells him what she has, adding, "Which one would you like to use?"
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"The shorter." Mostly because he's not comfortable with something he isn't particularly sure how long it is at the moment. Once he has the imitation of a sword, he spends a moment turning it over until he gets an idea of it, then finds the point he'd have held onto a hilt. There's a bit of room for a second hand, even if the 'sword' wouldn't have been as heavy as to need it.
"I think I may.. cheat a little." There's a bit of flickering magic, and a rough human-shape appears. This, since its magic, he knows where it is, where it will be. He's not quite comfortable in his blindness to practice without doing that.
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"What do you mean by 'cheat'?" The question was no sooner out of her mouth when she got her answer, and she had to laugh after a moment of looking at the form in shocked dismay. "Practice dummies like that would have been a lot easier to keep up," she said with a chuckle. After a moment of studying the figure, she turned to him.
"Will it move like an opponent, or is it stationary like a normal dummy?"
/drops a textbrick on
" ... I'll have to think on that. Perhaps for beginners, having it move into basics of blocks so they can strike at them..." But an absent blink later, and Duke shifts to attack the dummy. For now, blade in hand. Heavy strikes meant to knock that opponent flying, even if the magic he used seemed to keep it tethered to that spot. He starts out a little slow, but pretty soon he's moving fairly fast. Well. The faster he moves about the dummy, the more he pauses, somewhat disoriented as to which way he's facing in terms of his target.
He does get a bit more steady about it, still with heavy blows, but not too long after he evens out on how he's moving and where the dummy is, he drops the bar. As odd as that is, its a little odder when the false sword doesn't fall to the floor, but floats a foot or so from the hand that released it.
This way, Duke is somehow better at fighting. The bar responds to short hand-sweeps, finger twirls, arcing and slashing through the air before him with minimal movement on his part.
/is brick'd
She really isn't surprised by the strength of the attacks--most sword users were pretty strong in order to use the weapons. Nor is she surprised by the initially slow speed that gradually increases. Even the pauses in between some of the strikes he makes don't startle her (because really, a dummy doesn't make any noise, so how can someone tell where it is without stopping?).
What does surprise her and causes her to make a startled sound is the next step of his training. Thinking he's dropping his weapon, Sheena moves to intercept it in case it rolls towards her--only to be brought up short by the lack of a clatter and just where the "sword" ends up.
Then she's falling back on her heels, her jaw dropping at the sight before closing and opening again several times before she finally speaks.
"Uhhh, Duke....?"
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"... Yes?"
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"How...? How did you do that? Isn't it hard to control when you're not holding it?"
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"I fix it to my hand, and it... moves the way it does. There are safeties built in - if I am knocked down, it will remain floating like... " Duke absently indicates the rod, which had been floating "point down", but it stirs a little with his hand motion. ".... I forget how I started it, sorry."
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However, that doesn't erase her concern at his expression before he stands again, and she wonders if there's something that can be done to help him know what's around him without him seeing it, or learning about it first.
Her attention is grabbed by his explanation, and she watches as the rod moves as he wishes--reminding her a little of how her own cards work--a thought occurring to her when he finishes. "Is it possible you created it when you were down? Or your weapon was knocked from your hand?
THIS IS A THING I THOUGHT I HAD SENT
"... Apologies for.. startling..." Awkwardly. That's what he did, right?
*hugs* It's okay!
"There's no need to apologize, Duke. You only surprised me, that's all. Nothing to worry about."
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... Okay, he's trying to figure it out by his confused expression and all he's getting is particularly nasty papercuts.
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