training room ♔ (ota/multi-thread)

[nepotism]

WHO || Fredrick Jr., Luthir, Dovan, entirely open
WHAT || Weapons training
WHERE || Knights HQ, Training Room / Armory / Firing Range / Gym, Dragon's Hide wing, 2nd floor
WHEN || Tuesday, March 4th from 10am onwards
HOW || Actionspam

It's that time again. New squires would have heard the word come 'round that there would be open weapons orientation this Tuesday- which is also open to anyone who just wants to come spar with the newbies as well. As before, 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.

Sir Carpenter waits over by the firing range door, arms folded. Red-headed Sir Ironsides hefts an axe over his shoulder and offers a boisterous greeting to those approaching, and Fred helps round people up to the middle of the room.

Some of the squires' mentor Knights will have accompanied them - others will have left them to their own devices. Everyone's welcome to tag into threads or make their own!

Comments

[ex_noble101]

[Straight to the point. He liked her already. The promise of a spar with something other than one of the dummy posts set up around the training area alone was enough to get him up and on his feet again.]

At your service. [Though he doesn't recall ever having met her.] And you are?

[trebond]

Alanna. [ she gives a half-bow in greeting, because she'd never quite broken herself of that in favor of a curtsy, despite her teacher's efforts. teacher, she supposed, was a loose term for madame cooper, but one that fit her well. ] I'd tell you what sect I've joined, but I don't want you taking it easy on me on account of it. [ she hefts her sword, turning it over, then begins to circle a little bit, signaling that he's welcome to go for it. she nods to his sword and armor??? y/n? while she moves and makes conversation. ] You're not the only one to have trouble adjusting, you know. But you'll get there.

[ex_noble101]

[He's not sparring in armor, for the record. So that's a -1 defense from the stats that are listed on his character sheet. Full disclosure I have never actually played out a fight beyond the first two moves so please hold my hand.]

Am I that obvious? Not to say I don't appreciate the words of encouragement.

[He follows her lead by raising his sword and stepping into the painted circle on the ground, moving in a counter motion so that he continues to face her as she moves. We're going to say that he's using a generic bastard sword from the armory so we can ignore any extra cold damage dealt by his usual weapon, too.]

After you. [Initiative be damned. Ladies first and all that jazz.]

[trebond]

[ she won't take advantage of the offer, but instead will swing in a sharp but obvious blow straight toward his shoulder (atk 15) that can be blocked easily while she banters back. ]

When you're here long enough, you can pick out those who've come from Shadow Worlds that are less advanced than this one. Consider it a gift I've developed rather than a failing of your own.

[ex_noble101]

[It's apparent that she wasn't putting her all into that first swing (sense motive 23), which he's able to parry with little effort. Apparently she had no intention of being catered to due to her sex.]

And here I was under the impression that we weren't going to be taking it easy on one another.

[After which he immediately goes on the offensive, striking out with his weapon in an attempted slash across her torso (Attack 26, Damage 13). Yeah, she's gettin' one. At least he wasn't treating her like a delicate flower I guess...]

[trebond]

Treat me like a lady, and I'll treat you like one. [ she's given reason to regret it as soon as the zippy remark is out, because the slash drives right through her leather armor down to her skin because she can't jump back fast enough. it's a bloody gash left open in her chest, but she'll match him blow-for-blow. she comes back and brings her sword across in a diagonal slash (atk 21, dmg 4). ]

[ex_noble101]

[I guess clothing is optional up in this bitch because she just tore open his shirt, and a good deal of skin underneath before he could recoil far enough to avoid the counter attack.]

My apologies. I'm sure I won't be making that mistake again.

[Except his next attack is a lot sloppier than he'd intended (attack 15), and easily avoided by anyone actually paying attention.]

[trebond]

[ alanna cuts out of the way in time, spinning to the side, but when she takes a jab towards him in return, it's a good foot off to the side. apparently, the hit he'd gotten in on her had done its job to set her off-balance (atk 9). ] I can see that.

[ex_noble101]

[Sorry, boo. He's not letting up anytime soon though. He spins to face her again, while simultaneously swinging his weapon out toward her new position as he does so (attack 18). He's not gettin' one.]

[trebond]

[ she'll take the opportunity after ducking his swing to catch him with a quick jab of her sword into his shoulder (atk 22, dmg 3). she keeps herself small, driving her sword upward at his shoulder while remaining in her ducked position. alanna learned for years how to use her size against larger, stronger opponents, and it's clear aedan is both of those things. ]

[ex_noble101]

[He winces in response, grunting when her blade bites even further into his shoulder. It's all he can do to swipe his own weapon between them to get her to think twice about lounging around and shoving it in deeper (o-oh... attack 30, damage 1 because we are creative with our fixes).]

And you said you aren't a member of the Dragon's Hide? [Insinuated. Same shit.]

[trebond]

Solace was invested in my other gifts. [ she draws her hands back, but not quick enough, earning herself a slice on her arm through her blouse. she steps back, spins, and brings out her sword in a horizontal slash across his arms (atk 24, dmg 4). ] He wouldn't let them take me. [ or, better put, persuaded her to remain where she was needed. ]

[ex_noble101]

[She's a lot quicker than he originally anticipated, and his sleeves are cut open to reveal the same pretty deep red coloring currently matting his exposed middle from the larger cut across his torso. She really was trying to match him blow for blow, wasn't she? Well, two could play that game.

He doesn't miss a beat despite the new injuries, and immediately aims to stab the end of his sword into her shoulder to pay her back for the wound she'd inflicted on his (attack 31, damage 2).]

Solace? I don't believe I'm familiar.

[trebond]

[ she turns into it without meaning to, letting the cut dig deeper into her shoulder. she grimaces, bites down until she can taste copper in her mouth so she doesn't shout out because she demands to be taken seriously, and girls aren't taken seriously when they react to injury. ]

Head of the Dragon's Light. [ she barely grazes him this time when she jabs past his side, but it leaves a nasty cut all the same (atk 20, dmg 6). ] We're healers.

[ex_noble101]

[Her quick movements and attacks were beginning to frustrate him. He was much more used to attacking larger enemies.]

You're the first I've seen to wield a blade so well. [Which was actually meant to be a compliment and not a knock at spirit healers in general. A staff could be just as deadly in the right hands.

He decides to attack lower than she's probably anticipating at this point, slashing at her thigh rather than going for her side, which she's probably expecting what with the way they were inflicting matching injuries upon one another (attack 23, damage 4). If it manages to slow her movements, then all the better.]

[trebond]

[ she grunts as the blade weakens her leg, and she thrusts all her weight onto the other to pull herself away from it. it's not deep enough to be lasting, but there's a sting when she places her weight there for the time being, all the same. she makes another jab at his side, and this one buries better into his ribs (atk 24, penetration dmg 13). ] I come by the blade easier than I come by my magic. [ in mentality, anyway. her Gift is nothing to laugh at, even if she's far more talented in healing than in its other applications. it had been what she'd learned first, but she'd thrown herself more wholeheartedly into her knight's training than magic lessons with maude. ]

[ex_noble101]

[Wow she wasn't even pretending to play, was she? If reacting to injury means you don't get taken seriously than Aedan is just a big ol' baby bitch. He's definitely grunting his displeasure, teeth clenched and eyes shut tightly for a brief moment when her sword lodges itself a lot deeper into his side than is healthy. Brb, he'll be pulling himself off of her fucking sword like he's a piece of shish kebab over here. Don't worry about him ever considering going easy on you again in the future, gurl.]

So I've noticed.

[His hand presses against the newest wound she'd inflicted to his side for a long moment (which is bleeding pretty profusely at this point), before he re-grips his own weapon and prepares to slice a bitch in half (attack 28, damage 8). Well, not really but he isn't exactly holding back. They really ought to consider that this was just training and killing one another was probably counter-productive to the cause they both served.]

[trebond]

[ that was rude and you should feel bad. it knocks her down to 3 hp, and she's reeling as blood spills from her stomach at the blow. she staggers back, falling to one knee. sweat pours down her forehead and she's panting now, she raises her off-hand. purple light glows from it, and she presses it to her chest. a purple aura radiates from her, and some of the wounds begin to close (cure moderate wounds for +14 hp, bringing her back to 17). ]

[ex_noble101]

[Well that's just cheating. But it's good to know that neither of them are under any real threat of dying here. Aedan opts to wait until she's back on her feet, or even willing to keep going before continuing further. It's not just because she's a woman either. Attacking an ally when they're down, especially when they're recovering, just seems like a shitty thing to do.

Instead, he'll just take the few seconds it takes to watch her and catch his breath while applying a bit more pressure to the side where's she'd run him through. No fancy healing magic to stitch him back together tho. :'(]

[trebond]

I hope you don't afford such chivalry to your foes. [ she stands back on her feet. ] You could be in for quite the unpleasant surprise, had I taken advantage of it. [ she raises her sword again, welcoming the fight once more. ]

[ex_noble101]

I'll be sure and remember.

[He wasn't going to give her the edge again because she was a lady tho. Once she's made it clear she's ready to continue he's stepping toward her, spinning about and bringing his weapon around to strike at her sword arm (attack 23, damage 3).]

[trebond]

[ she reacts promptly to his attempt to disarm her, pulling her sword arm in closer to her body to dodge the hit. she takes advantage of his stretched arm to get him in the opposite shoulder with a stab of her sword, slicing just past him (atk 22, dmg 5). ]

I'm ten years a knight. It takes more than that to disarm me. [ she returns the blow for one of her own now, lunging forward (atk 26, dmg 10 because rolling a 19 is a critical hit for 2x on her short sword). ]

[ex_noble101]

[Well that certainly hadn't panned out the way Aedan hoped it would. Now he's plus two more stab wounds to his person for his efforts.

After recoiling from her second attack, he's immediately back on the offensive. The best defense is a good offense, and since she's capable of healing herself he doesn't intend to give her the opportunity to cast anymore spells if he can help it (attack 28, damage 5).]

[trebond]

[ well, that was rude. the injury he leaves her with has her tasting blood in her mouth, which really isn't a terribly good sign. she steps back, paces a bit. ] You seem agitated, Aedan. You're free to yield at any time, of course. [ she takes another swing at him for it, lunging in and slashing across his arm (atk 24, dmg 4).

if my math is right, alanna is at 12 hp and aedan is at 11 now? check my work. bc the disarm damage didn't go through w/her. ]

[ex_noble101]

[Yep, that's what I've got for them. At the newest cut, he pulls his sword arm down sharply at his side, causing dark red blood--perhaps darker than should be normal, to splatter across the floor beside him. He's still breathing heavily, and what isn't matted down by that same dark crimson is instead dripping with sweat at the exertion of their match.]

As are you, my lady. [She's not gettin' one. Besides, it's been too long since he's gotten to spar this well with anyone who isn't Christos. He makes a quick swap, transferring his sword to his less wounded off hand before coming at her once more to mirror the blow she'd just inflicted him (attack 32, damage 8).]