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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[bigbad]

[Which only makes Spike more amused.] That's a no, then. I could brag a bit if it helps.

[slays]

No. That's a you don't want to find out. But, keep talking, and you might anyway. [ Her lips purse. ]

[bigbad]

[He grins at her, putting his hands up in fists.]

Come on, love. Bit of rough and tumble. It'd be fun.

[slays]

Bit of the huh with the -- ? [ her eyes bug a little at first, but then she gets a look of realization as she notices his hands. ] Oh. [ Right. ] Are you sure we're supposed to?

[bigbad]

[He shrugs.] It's practise, right? Sounds like training to me.

[slays]

Fine. [ She drops her hands with a sigh, then raises them in fists around her waist, keeping her body loose and limber. She cocks her head to the side a little. ] Just remember, you asked for it.

[bigbad]

[He grins.] I'll remember. [He doesn't think he's the sort of guy to pick on girls, but... it's Buffy. Surprisingly strong Buffy, who seems perfectly okay with the idea.

Even so, his first few swings are entirely experimental, not trying to hit her at all. He just wants to see what her reflexes are first. Despite how hard she punched him, he still can't shake the feeling that he might hurt her.]

[slays]

[ With a ref throw of 21, Buffy finds it easy to dodge the experimental hits. It's a little uncanny, even if she knows he's just playing for the time being. She catches twitches of muscles on instinct before her eyes and brain even process them and ducks accordingly.

On the last one, she grabs his fist mid-air out of a cross-punch, then pulls him forward and brings her knee up, getting him in the gut. Then, she twists her body and throws him into a roll on the mats, straight over her knee. Melee attack check of 28. ]

[bigbad]

[Ouch, that hurts. Luckily between having a massive amount of hit points and damage reduction on regular attacks so he... is barely bruised despite her massive strength. He rolls with the punch and is up on his feet again in no time.

All right, that's definitely a good sign that taking it easy on her isn't necessary.

He throws a punch with a roll of 21. It does 9 damage. Unfortunately, it does way more damage to Spike's head, which suddenly bursts into huge amounts of pain. I have no idea how to roll for chip damage, so we'll just say he reels back from her clutching his head and shouting in pain.]

[slays]

[ 9/41 is not too heavy a blow. Buffy staggers, but she takes it like a champ on the whole. Her head does whip to the side, though, with a cracking noise. When she whips it back, she gets ready to deck him, fist raising, forward motion, and then --

She freezes, looking highly perplexed. Then she rolls her eyes a little, throwing her hands up. ] Oh, come on! I didn't even hit you yet!

[bigbad]

I know. [It comes out as a low growl. The pain is receding slowly, but it's still there, dull and throbbing.] I don't know what happened. My head just suddenly-- [He rubs his temples.] It's going away.

[slays]

You bait and taunt and then forfeit on account of migraine? [ Her hands find her hips. ] You're joking, right?

[bigbad]

Hey, who's bloody forfeiting? Just needed a breather is all. I'm all right now. [He rolls his neck and gets into a more fight-ready position again. His head might be throbbing a bit still, but he's good to go. It's not enough to keep him from fighting.]

All right. I'm ready.

[slays]

[ She watches him for a moment, raising a judgy eyebrow at that, but then shrugs and steps forward to close the distance and deck him. It's a little ruthless and unceremonious, but he's the one who said he was fine. If he wasn't fine to get cracked in the jaw, maaaaybe he shouldn't have said he was good to go. Attack 20, 12 damage. ]

[bigbad]

[Oh, he's fine to get cracked in the jaw. He grins fiercely and kicks her hard, attack roll 26, 8 damage (Why do you make his very impressive attacks seem so very pathetic, Buffy? WHY?), but as soon as the kick hits, his head bursts into pain again and he almost loses his balance, but since he rolled a 19 balance check, he just stumbles and catches himself, reaching for his head again.]

Bloody hell! Why does this keep happening?

[slays]

[ The kick knocks her backward, but with a balance check of 18, she manages to only stagger back a step or two, although her ribs are pretty unhappy on the whole. She's down to 24 HP, which is just a little over half, so she's feeling a little winded from that hit.

But, Spike is apparently worse off. She briefly brushes a hand against where the kick had landed, dropping it when she sees him clutching his head again. ]

Again with the not even hitting you. What is your damage?

[bigbad]

No, it's been happening when I attack you. [He throws another punch at her, but he doesn't even manage to connect before his head erupts in pain, slightly less than the two times he actually hit her, but painful nonetheless. Enough pain that he has to sit down and hold his head.]

I don't know what's going on.

[slays]

What, like a ... head-splitty recoil? [ She frowns, dropping her hands and stepping closer to him. ]

[bigbad]

Yeah, that's what it feels like. [The instincts that were driving him to fight scream at him to attack again now, while she's close and has her guard down, but he doesn't. He doesn't need his head to hurt like that again.] Maybe it's got something to do with my memory being gone. [And here he'd thought it was just because he came through the veil.]

[slays]

[ She rests a hand on his arm. ]

Or maybe it's something one of the Clerics should look at. Come on, I'll take you to the Med Center.

[bigbad]

No, I'm all right, the pain's fading. [Maybe it was all in his head. Maybe he wasn't really a fighter. But it had felt so right before his head had exploded.]

[slays]

Yeah, you're all right now. What about the next time you try to hit someone? [ She frowns. ] Spike, you can't just ignore this.

[bigbad]

Maybe I could just... not hit people. [Except he instinctively hates that plan. Even during the few moments between headaches when he and Buffy were fighting... it felt so right. He likes violence. But the headaches... Dammit. Maybe she's right.]

[slays]

Yeah, that'll go over great. I don't think you really picked the right career to not hit people. Come on. I'm not asking. We're going.

[bigbad]

I could be a knight and not hit people. I could be... a diplomat. [No, Spike, you couldn't. Because eating people who annoy you is not a good diplomacy strategy.

Grumbling aside, he'll pretty much do what she says. She's bossy and leaderly like that.]