training ♔ thursday morning

[nepotism]

WHO || Fredrick Jr., Dovan Ironsides, Luthir Reedhym, entirely open
WHAT || Weapons training
WHERE || Knights HQ, Training Room / Armory / Firing Range / Gym, Dragnon's Hide wing, 2nd floor
WHEN || Thursday, Feb. 16th, from 10am onwards
HOW || Actionspam

Just like Fred said, at the top of the main staircase is the entrance to an incredibly spacious room, that has gym and weight training equipment on the wall near the door, and then lots of old school training dummies and more at the far end. A glass door enters into a firing range, and another pair of large doors on the farthest wall lead to the armory.

The room's full of the clanging of metal, as Dovan and Luthir fight, sword to axe, across the room, and Fred gathers everyone up on the gym side to explain things.

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Tour;

[nepotism]

Ok, so. Everything you see here is at your disposal, and the Dragon's Hide members live right down the hall outside, if you take a right when you get up the steps. You can come bother us anytime if you want training, there's almost always someone up for it. Sir Ironsides, the dwarf, is the head of our sect, so he's probably the first one you wanna go to with a real serious question.

Obviously, we're using live steel in here, so you wanna be careful and aware of your surroundings at all times. [He raises both hands emphatically] Our accident rate's pretty low. But, if anything does happen, [he points to the right] Med Center and the Cleric wing is right at the top of the steps to the left. [How reassuring.]

Our armory's locked, but your company credit card has an additional strip in it that'll open the door. Same for the firing range, and the Round Table room downstairs.

Armory;

[nepotism]

Let me go ahead and get the armory opened up and we can start finding swords that'll work for all of you. [He moves to the back door, beyond the battle that Dovan seems to be winning, driving the elf and his quick blade back into a corner with skillful swings of his axe.] Just, uh, stay clear of them. [He swipes his card over the panel beside the doors, and the light turns green. Holding the door open, he ushers everyone inside. Racks and racks of swords, maces, flails, morningstars, pikes, staffs, bows of all kinds, and more guns line the walls in intimidating quantities. It's probably the spikiest room you've ever seen.] So who's got an idea of what they wanna try out?

[bigbad]

[The Spikiest squire is pretty taken with all the weaponry. He's definitely checking out the more classic melee weapons rather than any of the guns or arrows.

He takes a sword off the wall, giving it a few experimental swings.]

I want this one.

[nepotism]

Just checking, but ... you've worked with swords before?

[king]

[ Arthur already has a sword, and his hand rests lightly on the pommel as he takes in the cabinet with wide eyes. It's the sort of expression most men get upon seeing a room full of treasure. But gold has little appeal to Arthur. The weapons, on the other hand... ]

[ He takes a mace, tests its weight, puts it back. Examines a staff, considers taking one to start with — just being here he can feel the gaps in his knowledge, and he thinks perhaps starting from basics and stretching until he finds his limits. And there are guns to learn, too, but his curiosity isn't at all as demanding as his desire to feel steel in his hand again. ]

I suppose all of them isn't an option.

[ Yes, that is legit disappointment you're hearing. ]

[slays]

[ Buffy is sharing Arthur's reaction. Her jaw slackens, her eyes widen, and it's pretty much the best thing she's ever seen. She steps forward and grabs a sword, turning it over in her hands, running one over the blade and examining it. When Arthur speaks, she glances back at him, then over at her future husband Frederick. ]

The king's got a point. I'm personally on Team All of Them.

[asap]

[Andie looks the equipment over, not really sure what to look at first. She's trained a lot with her dad, but never really with weapons. She hasn't done much combat at all, really.]

Uh. Um. I think a sword would be bad. Or one of the flaily things. That could be... not good to run with.

[witchwoman]

A smaller blade, perhaps? [Myrilandel offers from some distance behind.] I've known travelers to keep several smaller knives on their person- easy to conceal and move with, and if the item is made properly, they can be thrown from a distance.

[lightblindbadass]

[Riddick takes his time looking through the multitude of weapons being offered to him. Once again he felt like a kid in a candy store.

He wasn't much feeling the swords, though he knew the basics on how to use one, but he much preferred the feel of a dagger or shiv in his hand. He immediately went over to see their selection of smaller blades, carefully examining each.

Finally he came upon a pair of
Ulak Blades and a slow grin spread across his face. Now these were something he had been looking a long time for. He never thought he'd find them here in this time, though.]

Now this is what I'm talking about.

[vantol]

[Sven was rummaging through the shorter blades, too, and couldn't help but be amused by Riddick's ... life.]

Is that your go-to?

Melee;

[nepotism]

Melee training'll go on in the main room here. [Now that Dovan's won the fight, he stands ready as well.] Just go ahead and grab one of us, or your Knight if they're with you, and we'll go from there.

[witchwoman]

[Myrilandel didn't actually mean to step over into the main room. She just sort of wanders that way and before she realizes it, she's just... standing there. The concept of training to fight is odd to her. She's a healer. She doesn't want to hurt anyone because her gift will demand she repair the wound immediately. And what sense does that make?]

[vantol]

[It's not a matter of whether Sven can fight, he just ... doesn't like to. But he'd wandered into the main room anyway, pretty much just to watch (although he is holding a short sword). It's not like his Knight is actually going to be there or anything. >:( BUT ANYWAY Myri catches his attention, so he approaches her.]

You don't much look like you're looking for a fight.

[bigbad]

[Spike ignores his instructions entirely and instead goes over to Buffy and smirks at her.]

So, any good at fighting when you're not shirty about a video game?

[Mockery aside, he's actually curious. The girl is strong.]

[slays]

I was not being shirty. I -- That's not even a real word. [ She's scowling. There's much scowling. ]

[lightblindbadass]

[Riddick stands there watching Buffy and Spike go at it and against his will he's slightly impressed by the speed at which they go. The girl was quite impressive on her own, she seemed pretty tough, but he wondered just what was Spike's problem. He shrugged, looking around and heading towards some heavy bags.

He wasn't good at "mock-fighting" people. If he was in a fight, he was in it to win, that's how it'd always been with him. He centered himself then began taking experimental jabs at the bag, gaining speed and momentum after a few seconds. It sure felt good to get his muscles moving again.]

[witchwoman]

[Oh. Look who it is. For as much as Riddick may have made himself less intimidating after Myri's little accident with the light bomb, the way he's beating the hell out of that bag is enough to make her eyes widen drastically.]

Stargods... [She mutters from a safe distance. With all those so eager to fight and get their hands on the weapons, Myrilandel is once again wondering what her place is within this group. With each blow, her gift is aching to heal each cut and bruise.]

[piratitude]

[You know that big, fancy, weapons-filled room back there that would be like Christmas to any melee fighter?

Andrea ignored it.

Sure, she could theoretically use almost any weapon in that room, but frankly she didn't feel the need. If fighting with steel was as rare as they said, then it'd be rare for her to lay hands on any other weapon - and if that happened, something likely already have gone tits up at that point.

Instead she's waltzing directly over to Dovan with a grin on her face, a hand resting on the pommel of her rapier]

Is where I challenge you to a friendly duel?

[ironsides]

Not even givin' me a moment to breathe, is that it? [But he's grinning] 'Course that's just how I'd rather have it. C'mon!

Ranged;

[luthir]

Those who wish to practice ranged weaponry, guns included, come with me. [The elf glides to the doors of the firing range, unlocking those as well, and moving inside, after picking up a bow from by the wall.]

[slays]

[ Buffy grabs one of the compound crossbows and heads off after him, glancing around inside the firing range and marveling a little. ] You know, I don't know why I bother being surprised by this stuff anymore. Big honkin' castle, kinda fits that everything else would be big and honkin' too.

[luthir]

[Luthir looks at her questioningly for a moment, because wtf does she mean by honking but then he apparently decides he doesn't care enough to start a pointless conversation over it. He instead focuses on her choice of bow.]

An archer, or aspiring?

[asap]

[Andie doesn't really want to use ranged weapons. She's faster than most of them. But Kat had got her thinking. So she bounces over to him and gives him a hopeful look.]

Can I race bullets?

[militarized]

[ Well, this was an easy decision. Ethan follows the elf back to the range, bringing his Excalibur with him. Better to get some practice in now. ]

[piratitude]

[After she's finished sparring, a probably slightly sweaty Andrea walks in. She feels less comfortable here that she did around bare steel, though she wasn't a stranger a bow. No, what she really needed to learn was these guns everyone talked so much about.]

Okay...who can teach me not to shoot myself in the foot with this thing?