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Post by The Sidhe on May 19, 2014 13:35:40 GMT -5
A change in routine would be pleasant, particularly after the incident with the snake during her previous class. Really though, of course it hadn’t been poisonous, did they really think she would release and actual Inland Taipan into the rows? Celeste felt like she should feel insulted, but the look on the blonde kid’s face after he got bit trying to catch it had been priceless.
Looking over the clipboard and the sheets within, white pumps clicked daintily as she made her way through the throngs of students changing classes. Clad in red and white polka dots and hair better styles than Veronica Lake could ever hope for, one hand twisted the peals hanging from her neck as sea-green eyes flitted over names and descriptions on file.
Nolan Anderson, eighteen, Canadian. Muscular, a Demon Hatchet. He seemed like he could be tough, but apparently he had a kinder disposition.
Lucia Rowe, sixteen, American. Meister to Nolan Anderson, well trained, but apparently new in terms of actual combat. Supposedly on the shy side, Celeste looked forward to seeing how she would fare.
Stella Riordan, fifteen, Irish. Meister to Cecil Amier, fond of close range combat, and with one hell of an attitude. Perhaps that would help her, but then it could also be her downfall.
Cecil Amier, sixteen, Chinese-American. Demon Butterfly Swords, resourceful, surprisingly cunning in combat. Given his described demeanor, Celeste raised an eyebrow. An odd fit for Stella, but being opposite would help them in the long run.
Sparring assignments were always fun, and she was happy to supervise and oversee their progress, especially for a grade. Bartal always did assign wonderful homework in terms of physical betterment, but then he was the teacher that handled resonance coverage. Though both teams were likely still had a ways to go before then, a sparring session would help them to not only train but also help in wielding their partners better, something vital to resonance and therefor fitting. The blonde survival teacher would jot down her notes on their progress and ability and report to him for them to receive their grade. Being that they were One stars, new ones at that, she didn’t quite know what to expect, after all so many of the students at Shibusen continued to surprise her.
Clearing the doors and sauntering out onto the main school ground, she raised a hand to cast carefully constructed blonde curls over one shoulder. Celeste waited to the right by one of the pillars, keeping an eye out for the students to report to her, clipboard folded neatly in her arms, a pen clipped loosely to one of the haltered straps of her dress. All she had to do now was wait.
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Post by Stella Riordan on May 19, 2014 15:14:09 GMT -5
A girl dressed in a green trenchcoat let out a heavy sigh as she walked. She seemed to frequently receive odd looks, for obvious reason. Shibusen was set in a rather warm environment, and she almost always wore a heavy jacket and boots. Odd, seeing as she was from a place with a much cooler climate than the likes of the Nevada Desert. The sighing was not due to these odd looks, however, as Stella had stopped caring for them quite a while ago. No, no. The girl was just simply a bit tired, and flustered at this fact.
Tiredness was not something one wished for when going up against a foe, especially if one had the slight handicap of not being used to the weapon they wielded. Of course, it was not as though she was in peril. The sparring match was simply for fun, against two students she had never met before. In all fairness, she hadn't met many students, save her weapon partner Cecil. She hadn't said much of a word to him on their walk to the place the sparring match would be held, as she had been far too busy running through the rules her father had taught her to be successful in any given fight.
"Rule one. Stay in your opponent's blind spot." The first rule was the most straightforward of the bunch. If your enemy can't see you, you won't get hit. Since Stella couldn't take any strong hits, and Cecil didn't seem to either, this rule would be important. Of course, if the meister she was going up against matched her speed, that'd be a bit of a problem. Stella didn't really know anything about her opposition. She had even forgotten their names at this point.
"Rule two. Use the environment to your advantage." The second rule wasn't very useful here. Sparring matches usually took place in places clear of any potential hazards, allowing Stella little chance to be too crafty in that regard.
"Rule three. Dodge instead of parry." This was the rule Stella abid to the most. Though she couldn't move too fluently for too long without getting tired, she would get tired far quicker should she sustain any injuries. Dodging always made more sense, unless your foe was an exceptionally weak hitter. Sometimes it was better to parry long ranged attacks, but Stella usually didn't worry about those. If someone worked long range, they'd constantly have to back away from her, tipping the favor of victor towards Stella.
"Annnnd..." Stella's walked paused for a second as she attempted to recall the fourth, and final, rule. "Rule four. Only attack effectively." The first time Stella had been told the rule she didn't understand it. Such should be obvious, but she had misunderstood it. The idea was to only attack an enemy if you knew their weak points. On humans, the weak points were generally the same. That'd be the neck, sides of the torso, and any other joints. Hands were also a good call, as weapons were more often than not held there. Should you attack anywhere else, you open yourself up to counter attacks, making rule number three hard to follow. "I think that's it."
Going over these rules took up near all of the walk to the grounds the spar was being held. When Stella got there, she noted the woman in a red and white dress. She looked far too old to be a student, and was most likely the teacher she and Cecil had to report to. Stella ran a hand through her hair as to remove some of it from her eyes, and walked up to the teacher. "Are you here to spectate a sparring match, perchance?" Stella asked her. Not bothering to wait for a reply, she brought a thumb to her chest in a pointing action. "Name's Stella."
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Post by Cecil Amier on May 19, 2014 17:41:47 GMT -5
A boy looked at his recently manicured finger nails lazily as he walked towards the main school grounds. He was fully awake and alert, had been since quite early in the morning, but unfortunately his partner didn't seem to be at her best. In fact, she seemed quite grumpy today. A shame, the boy thought, for he had tried multiple times to start up a conversation. She barely responded today, though, as if though she was focused intently on something in addition to being quite tired.
"I don't get what she's so worried about. It's just a sparring match." Cecil thought to himself as the two walked along. He had plenty of time to think about the upcoming match already, whilst grooming earlier, and was none too worried. He wasn't familiar with who the other team was, and so his mind had ran through a number of different scenarios under different assumptions. He figured at the very least the opponent would be engaging in melee combat. And melee weapons can be grouped together into a couple of basic categories. Sure, adjustments would have to be made on the fly, but Cecil was confident he had accounted for most contingencies.
The weapon type he was perhaps best suited to countering were axes, according to what his mother had taught him, and Cecil was rather hoping they would be facing such. He, of course, felt confident he could go toe to toe with anything, but he'd rather not expend too much effort for this grade. He had other things he could do with that time and energy. "Surely, the Fates will shine their favor upon me once more."
Arriving at the grounds where the sparring match would be held, he noted a woman there. A supervisor, most likely. He was rather certain he'd seen this teacher at some point in passing before, but doubted he had any actual interactions with her at any point. He waited for Stella to introduce herself first, and then bowed politely in introduction, "and I her weapon, Cecil Amier."
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2014 16:03:21 GMT -5
Lucia just knew this was all Nolan's fault.
Her arms were crossed over her chest as she glared at the ground and walked towards the front plaza of the school. Her attire consisted of her white jacket and trousers, a sure sign that she was ready for a fight. Still, it wasn't her idea of a good day. She was supposed to be happily locked away in her room this afternoon, drawing to her heart's content. This wasn't the quiet comfort of her dorm – this was probably Nolan's idea of dragging her out of her shell. As she walked by his side, she couldn't help but continue to carry a deep scowl of annoyance. They had just barely started getting used to each other. They hadn't even gone on their first mission yet. There was no way that they were prepared for a sparring match against another Shibusen Team. Even though the pair they were facing were just about as new to being partners as Lucia was with Nolan, it was little comfort for her. She was still getting used to the adjustment from using swords to using a hatchet. So far, her skills hadn't transferred as well as she had hoped in the her practice sessions with Nolan.
Lucia looked up just in time to stop near the other weapon-meister pair at the sparring grounds. The first thing she noticed was that they were both taller than her. She wondered if they would be surprised when they realized that it was she who would be fighting, not the bulky Nolan. Still, she didn't like the smug looks on either one of their faces. They looked like a pair that was built more on arrogance and strong attitudes, all bark and no bite. At least, that's what Lucia hoped for. She honestly had no idea what this team was made of, how strong they were, or anything except that she had seem them around the school grounds before. After spending a few years at Shibusen, she knew many faces but only could place a small amount of them with names.
Lucia kept her arms crossed over her chest and continued to stare at the ground. She would let Nolan do the talking. Opening her mouth would probably sound bad anyway. Better to keep them guessing about her personality than let them hear her soft voice. Words: 395 Tags: Sidhe/Cecil/Stella/Nolan
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2014 20:09:28 GMT -5
Nolan and Lucia both took the same soul resonance class with Professor Bartal. As of late, graded sparring matches were being assigned to his students, and today was the date for their team’s match. Nolan was all for it and very excited to see how this would go. Although he and Lucia were having some issues getting used to each other in action, he still had high hopes for the two of them as partners. Lucia, on the other hand, didn’t seem all that enthusiastic about the assignment. Even now, as they walked side-by-side towards the school’s front plaza, she was scowling with her arms crossed. Her purple eyes were downcast almost as if she were pouting. Grinning, Nolan ruffled her head affectionately with his broad hand. “Chin up, partner! No use in fussing over things, eh?” After all, this was for a grade. Nolan wasn’t exactly the best student when it came to tests and quizzes, but he believed a sparring match would be the perfect way to up his grade in the class. Upon reaching the school grounds, Nolan scanned the area and found Professor Celeste (he had made it a point to learn the names of the teachers at Shibusen, although not all of them knew Nolan yet) over by one of the pillars on the right. Along with her stood two other students, who the Canadian assumed would be their opponents. Approaching them with Lucia beside him, Nolan waved and beamed brightly. “Hiya, Professor! Lucia and Nolan reporting.” Stopping beside the two students with Lucia in between him and the girl, Nolan took the time to observe the competition. The boy was quite a bit taller than Lucia by more than just a few inches, probably by half a foot but still about four inches shorter than Nolan. He was dressed quite nicely and Nolan could tell that he kept himself pristinely groomed, so he was more likely than not the weapon of the pair. Which meant that the girl was the meister. His chocolate brown eyes drifting to the girl, Nolan blinked in subtle surprise for a moment because wow, she was quite beautiful. The look in her eyes was fierce and piercing, giving her a powerful presence. The boy had more of a smugness to him; they seemed to be a rather confident duo. Briefly he wondered if they might be overconfident in their abilities; if Nolan remembered correctly, they were just as new of a combo as Nolan and Lucia were. Shrugging internally, the tall blonde nodded cordially and flashed a warm smile at the two of them. “Nice to meet you two.”Word Count: 440 Tagged: Sidhe/Stella/Cecil/Lucia
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Post by The Sidhe on May 23, 2014 13:40:54 GMT -5
Céleste was patient, but also punctual by habit. Her mind ran on a military clock, but today at least she wouldn’t be compelled to scold any of the participating students for tardiness. The first pair arrived together. Lifting her head as they approached and putting on a pleasant smile, she nodded at the redhead’s question. “Indeed I am,” her tone perhaps a bit lighter than expected and holding a vague French accent that still clung to her words. She nodded as each introduced themselves. Stella certainly seemed the Meister sort, speaking first and giving off a feeling of being ready to fight. Granted that wasn’t limited to Meisters of course. Her partner seemed just as eager. They had confidence in their teammate’s abilities. That would help them greatly.
The other team wasn’t far behind the first. A shorter blonde girl with a pouting sort of scowl trailing along behind much taller blonde young man. Céleste kept the smile on her face and waved them over. Greetings aside, everyone was present and accounted for. Plucking her pen from its resting place, she quickly checked off on all the forms that each was present before folding her clipboard under one arm and turning to face the two teams. “Right then! If by chance you’ve never met me, my name is Céleste Lefevre. I teach the survival classes here at Shibusen and will be overseeing your sparring match today.”
Beginning to walk slowly towards where she at least would be standing, she turned to keep blue-green eyes on them as she continued to speak. “Each team will take opposing sides before starting,” she instructed, pointing first the left and then to the right, leaving a space of two hundred feet. “On my mark, the match will begin. I will be taking notes on what I see based on your skill, teamwork, and so on. I will report my findings to Professor Walsh afterwards to that you may receive a grade.”
As the teams took their places, she flipped through their records and shifted them to the back so she could get to a blank page. Scrawling each team on either side for neater organization, Céleste began to look more focused and formal, giving off a sterner appearance. Standing with her back straight, she rested the hand holding her pen on her right hip and glanced between the two teams. “Victory will be based on your ability to subdue your opponent. Use your skill to weaken them to a point where you can knock them off their feet. Once they are down, I will count to ten. If they do not rise before the limit is reached, they lose. Any tactic you would use against a Kishin Egg is an acceptable tactic here; however for safety reasons I will ask that you two, Cecil and Nolan, dull your blades.”
She shifted a tad to hold the clipboard better, cradling it in her left arm. She gave a firm look towards either team, “In the event that you somehow manage to cause collateral damage to the school or in the case of one of you being subject to injuries severe enough to require Nurse Nygus, I will stop the match. Now then, on your marks!” Céleste raised her right hand into the air, “Ready…” pausing only a moment to give them a touch of suspense, she brought it down to signal the beginning of the spar.
“Fight!”
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Post by Stella Riordan on May 23, 2014 15:44:54 GMT -5
As the next two people approached, Stella couldn’t help but let her confidence be boosted slightly. They were an... interesting pair. Well, no. Interesting wasn’t really the word. The dynamic was just... odd. A girl and a boy. The girl was tiny, and the boy was huge. With that in mind, the boy was most certainly the meister. From past experience, a weapon reflected on the personality and general build of the person who had taken the form. For example, how Cecil’s weapon form was rather bright a flashy. A big guy would probably be a big weapon, to which someone with so little muscle certainly wouldn’t be able to wield. Wouldn’t that mean, should the girl be the weapon, she wouldn’t suit the meister anyway...? Whatever. It didn’t matter.
Going under the assumption that the boy was, infact, the meister, Stella allowed herself to study the appearance of both. The boy looked friendly. He had blonde hair, smiled quite a lot, and had even stated how privileged he was to be meeting the likes of herself, and her weapon partner. ”It’s nice to meet you too.” She said in response to his words, mostly to be polite as opposed to actually feeling fortunate to have met him. Even though the boy gave off a pleasant aura, Stella wasn’t one to immediate like someone, and his overly athletic appearance, if she were to go by his outfit, left much to be desired.
But, at the very least, he was more pleasing than the girl. For someone so cute and innocent appearing, she did not look exactly happy to be at the sparring match. In fact, she seemed very annoyed currently. She, no doubt, was not confident enough in her abilities to assume a proper fighting role against the likes of Stella and Cecil. No matter. Her outfit further solidified Stella’s placement of her as weapon. It was white. One wouldn’t wish to get such an outfit dirty, right?
Almost immediately after Stella had worked out a suitable strategy in her head as to take down the boy, the professor began to speak. Her name was Céleste, apparently. A bit odd Stella had never met her yet. She should probably get on taking some survival courses at some point, like she taught. The professor stopped talking for a moment as the two teams took their places. Fortunately, each team had been near one of the two locations she had pointed at, letting little time to be lost with movement.
As Céleste began to speak once more, Stella’s confidence boosted yet again. She had figured as much in regards to near everything the professor had said. But, some of her last words made the girl’s confidence sink. Nolan was most definitely the name of a boy, meaning asking Nolan to “dull his blade” meant he was indeed the weapon, which meant all of Stella’s planning had been for naught. She had no idea what to expect from the girl, so couldn’t just charge into combat.
Breathing out heavily, Stella extended her right hand as to allow Cecil to transform into it. Once she had felt the wooden hilt, she quickly grabbed the second sword with her left hand, swinging both down quickly to her sides. Stella was a bit unsure as to wield Cecil like one would two swords, or as long daggers, but for now would go with the sword method. Despite looking almost completely open with both of the swords blades down, Stella had put most of her weight on her left heel, which was placed a bit further behind the right one. At a moments notice, she could back up and quickly avoid an attack.
As to see what the girl’s fighting style was like, Stella spoke up. ”I suppose I best give you the upper hand of the first attack. I deem it unfair otherwise.” She said, calmly. Her words were a bit of a bluff, as having her foe attack first would give Stella the upper hand in this case. The last sentence was to provoke the girl, though she seemed a bit angry enough as it was already. ”So, it’s your move.”
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Post by Cecil Amier on May 23, 2014 18:16:10 GMT -5
Cecil sized up the competition as they approached. The guy was rather bulky, but the girl seemed no more athletic then Stella or himself. He made no assumptions as to who was who on their team, in any case, for such would be fruitless. He'd simply wait to figure that out. And such patience proved to work out, as the teacher revealed that the guy, Nolan, was the weapon of the pair. Further, he was a bladed weapon of some sort. That ruled out most variety of pole-arms, though it was still a possibility. But the pole-arms Cecil would be most tentative in facing were those used exclusively for thrusting. A halberd or bardiche, for example, could be countered in a somewhat similar manner to a shorter axe, if Stella was up for that.
Which, honestly, Cecil had no guarantee of. In fact, he didn't know anything about Stella's fighting style. She was clearly fond of his weapon type, but that didn't clue him in on much. Did she have any proper training? He had well founded doubts that she was ever trained specifically to use butterfly swords, given that she apparently wasn't Chinese. Such techniques, especially those to be used with the uniquely chained Demon Butterfly Swords of his bloodline, were rarely practiced outside of China. Cecil's mother had warned him that he would likely end up with a meister who he'd have to instruct, but somehow the reality of that didn't quite register in his mind up till now. He was so confident in his skills, though they weren't particularly well honed from an objective standpoint, that he completely neglected that this was a team effort.
"Dull my blades, pfft. Well, alright, then, I suppose that's reasonable." Cecil thought to himself, as he walked into position beside his meister. When Stella held out her right hand, Cecil took the cue and grabbed onto it with his left, and in a flash he was transformed from his human figure to twin butterfly swords, connected by a 6-foot chain that were held in her hands. As per Céleste's instructions, the edge of his blades were completely dulled, effectively being useless as a proper cutting edge.
The impetuous boy had expected his meister to go on the offensive, but was pleasantly surprised by her decision to stay back. They still didn't quite know what they were up against, and a reckless charge forward could have proved most unfortunate. He also took note of her words, "ah, taunting them, are we? Good call." He complimented his meister, but something about the way she was wielding him was unsettling. "But, you do realize that there are some glaring gaps in your stance, right?"
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2014 16:41:14 GMT -5
Lucia wasn't liking the looks of the opposing team. Their smug faces just rubbed her the wrong way. She kept half a step behind Nolan mostly so she could stay hidden behind his enormous form. She was glad that he was doing all the talking - one word from her voice and she just knew the other two gain an even bigger boost of confidence, one that she knew they didn't need. As she watched them, she noticed they were paying a lot of attention to Nolan, studying his shape and probably trying to guess his weak points or something. That was when Lucia realized that they probably believed that she was the weapon and he was the meister. Part of her couldn't wait to see their faces when they realized they were wrong, but the other part was disappointed. Did she really look so weak?
Lucia listened closely to the professor's small lecture, but she already knew the rules. She had been a spectator for many sparring matches like this before, so none of this was new to her except for the fact that she was the one fighting now instead of one of her classmates. Her stomach did a small backflip at that thought. It was exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time, but by the time she managed to get ahold of herself again she was already being instructed to take her place for the beginning of the match. As she was moving into position, she heard the professor identify Nolan as her weapon, so she stole a glance at the other pair. The look on the girl's face was priceless.
Taking a solid stance in her starting position, Lucia reached out and grabbed Nolan's weapon form from the air as soon as she saw the burst of light from his transformation. She closed her eyes for a moment to make sure she was completely calm and prepared for whatever would come. Two deep, slow breaths later and she opened her eyes to see the other girl carrying a pair of butterfly swords. Lucia blinked. Butterfly swords? She knew those. After having spent so much time in the practice rooms before finding a partner, Lucia had gone through nearly every practice sword they had in the weapons locker, even the butterfly swords. She allowed herself a small flutter of confidence, but that bubble was quickly burst when the other girl offered her the opportunity to make the first strike. Lucia opened her mouth to protest, but closed it after remembering that speaking would only make things worse for her. With a sigh, she lifted Nolan's hatchet form in front of her and began to analyze the girl's position. Her blades were at her sides, leaving her with little means of defense. She was starting to look like a real amateur to Lucia until she noticed the girl's left foot – it was placed slightly back from her right. Stella wasn't planning on blocking, she was planning on dodging and countering. Clever.
There was one way Lucia thought she could get around this trick. Luckily for her, she believed speed was on her side. All she had to do was move fast enough, then she could really use some of the techniques she had been practicing. Lucia began to charge forward, Nolan's hatchet form at her side. Once she was just close enough to Stella, she came to a quick, sudden halt. She assumed that Stella would move her right leg first, so she aimed for her opponent's left leg when she used the momentum of her stop to swing the hatchet around her body. Then she leaned back and began to move backwards, pulling the hatchet back with her so that Stella would either have to jump out of the way of the hatchet or deal with the underside of the hatchet's head coming into contact with the area just behind her knee. With this kind of movement, Lucia believed she was doing the opposite of Stella's expectations. She wasn't going to run past the girl and turn her back on her opponent: she was going to deal with this head-on the way that a hatchet warrior was supposed to. Words: 702 Tags: Sidhe/Stecil/Nolan Notes: If I godmodded or powerplayed anywhere, let me know. I tried to leave options open for Stella as much as possible, but if it can be improved let me know. I also assumed Nolan's transformation to keep things moving (hope that's okay). Also here's the source for Lucia's fighting technique.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2014 15:07:18 GMT -5
Nolan could feel the eyes of the two other students trailing over him and Lucia as soon as they had arrived at the scene. They seemed to be sizing him up moreso than Lucia, though...most likely because they assumed he was the meister and she the weapon. Wouldn’t be the first time someone assumed this since their partnership was formed. He couldn’t help the mischievous glint that worked its way into his eye at the thought. Possibly, this could be used to their advantage in battle. Keep the other girl and her partner on their toes through the entirety of the sparring match, or at the very least have the element of surprise on their side.
Returning his attention to Professor Céleste, the blonde listened as she introduced herself to the four of them and stated her purpose of being there. Nothing he didn’t know, but Nolan kept that bit of info to himself and instead politely listened to the woman speak. She seemed rather kind and collected; he looked forward to taking his survival classes with her in the future. His head slowly rotated to follow Céleste’s path as she walked to where she would be standing for the match. Once she pointed to where the teams should stand, he nodded before following Lucia to their starting point opposite of the other team. The professor then announced that he and Cecil (the other team’s weapon) should dull their blades for the purpose of sparring. That was certainly a new concept for Nolan, but it didn’t seem impossible to do. Watching the reactions from the other two students, he noted that the girl meister seemed rather surprised at the fact that Nolan was the weapon and not Lucia. Chuckling softly to himself, he moved to stand beside Lucia at their starting point 200 feet from the other team.
Relaxing the muscles in his body, Nolan willed himself to transform into his full weapon form. This time he imagined the edge of his blade dulling as a preventative for inflicting lethal wounds. Although in actuality, he was pretty sure a dulled hatchet could still be used to split a skull in two due to its wedge-like properties. In a flash of light and a swirl of golden energy, he materialized into his hatchet form and was grabbed from the air by his meister. Feeling the strong presence of Lucia’s soul appear within his dark weapon room as soon as physical contact was made, Nolan found himself recalling a rather important fact that had slipped his mind. Oh gosh, that’s right. We may be a relatively new team, too, but Lucia’s a third-year student! Therefore she had already been through many of the EAT meister classes and was two years ahead in terms of Shibusen meister training. This could give them the advantage they needed to win the match. By the stance the other meister was holding Cecil in, who was a pair of butterfly swords connected by a chain, Nolan deduced that they haven’t had much team practice either. Well well…this should be both fun and interesting.
It seemed like Lucia was going to take advantage of the other girl allowing them to take the first move. “You got this, Lucia!” Nolan shouted encouragingly to his partner as she charged forward, swiftly closing the distance between the two student teams. The way she operated and swung him around was according to the traditional movements of a hatchet warrior, just as they had practiced on their own before. He felt his chest swell with pride; his meister was proving herself to be a reliable partner, which would make helping her confidence grow stronger that much easier of a feat.
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Post by The Sidhe on May 29, 2014 13:24:41 GMT -5
It had been interesting, watching the students while she spoke. Céleste could see the gears turning in their heads even before the fight started. It was a good sign, one that she admired. Organizing a strategy if at all possible before heading into battle generally helped a great deal but only if it was accurate. Just how well their plans wait would be something that only the spar would determine.
After signaling the start, Céleste made no move to step back. She was close enough to observe accurately, which meant being closer than either team likely expected. There was roughly two hundred feet between teams and she stood perhaps one hundred of those back from where they would potentially meet in the center, but the survival teacher was hardly worried about crossfire. She and her old partner had broken Three star before graduating, the Frenchwoman could handle herself nd move if need be.
Well someone was feeling confident in her abilities. A little smile tugged at Céleste’s lips, amused by Stella’s words. A little taunting could prove to be useful, but getting cocky could kill. Allowing an opponent you deemed weaker could potentially be a fortuitous first move, luring them into your clutches. But that was only if they were truly weaker, otherwise it was a set up for potential failure. Céleste wondered if Stella knew Lucia was a third year. She assumed not.
Casting her eyes to Lucia and Nolan, she noted the former appeared to be sizing up her opponent as well. Good display of strategizing of calculation, good marks and they had barely started yet, though that was true for both to be fair. Céleste jotted down her first notes under each team’s name and returned her eyes quickly to the spar.
Lucia was quick and focused, a move that fit her demeanor. Watching the blonde closely, Céleste followed the movement as she swung Nolan’s hatchet form towards Stella’s left leg. Whether she was aiming to merely hinder or trying to knock her down already were two possibilities. Seeing if it worked or not would prove interesting, as a blow to the knee would certainly put the other team at a disadvantage. Straight forward, aggressive. Not what Céleste had expected, but a show of bravery and no nonsense action that she thought commendable.
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Post by Stella Riordan on May 29, 2014 15:27:55 GMT -5
A small, confident smile crept up onto Stella’s lips as her partner complimented her call. She wasn’t a fan of not getting the first move, but if he approved of it, perhaps it was a good call. A soft ”Hm...?” Escaped her lips as Cecil then commented on glaring gaps. Oh dear, he was right, wasn’t he? She had no intent to block, but best raise her blades for a counter if necessary. Unlikely, of course. As Lucia ran forwards, Stella began to raise the red blades up to her torso.
Lucia looked to be going for some form of jab attack. Easy. Swords were known for being great at countering axes, and she had quite a few possibilities if Lucia was going for the expected. Her legs were already ready to dodge backwards, of course. She’d go with that. Lucia was quick. She had made the distance between the two next to nothing quickly. She most likely matched Stella’s own speed, meaning Stella would simply rely on counterattacking a tad more than dodging, but she was prepared to dodge this attack.
However, Stella’s inference on the attack Lucia was using was quite incorrect. As Lucia came to a sudden halt just as Stella was beginning to dodge any possible jab or swing, the redhead’s expression quickly went from confidence to confusment. ”What? Is she not sure about what I’m doing? No, no. I’m sure she does, what is it, then?” Stella’s movement backwards stalled for a second. Though normally not such a good thing, this time such a stall proved somewhat useful. As the blunt backside of the hatchet collided with the back of her knee, it was the best Stella could do to quickly hop forward on her right leg, as to not topple over from the sudden imbalance. Such a move probably looked silly, but falling over would look even worse.
That had hurt. A lot. Quite a weak point on the body, after all. Stella wasn’t great at coping with pain, but she clenched her teeth and dealt with it. She needed to think up something to do in a nanosecond, lest she be subject to another heavy hit. Fortunately, Stella was good at thinking stuff on the fly. She could think up a plan in said nanosecond with ease. Not a good plan, of course, but nonetheless a plan that might do something.
The hooking technique had put Stella in an odd spot. She’d have to quickly raise her leg to avoid being toppled over completely, as well as move it forward and farther from the hatchet. The only course of action, in other words, was to attempt to knee Lucia in the stomach. Not a plan Stella was particularly fond of. She wasn’t very powerful when it came to dishing out damage like that, but she had no other easily foreseeable choice. As her leg was brought up, she suddenly brought it up faster, attempting to knee Lucia in the stomach.
Such a move put Stella off balance even more than she was already. Though her initial reaction from the imbalance was to attempt to bound backwards and recover, she needed to put as much distance between the girl and herself as possible. No. Not just put distance. She needed to make the girl unable to move for a bit, so she had time to recover. Cecil’s remark had made this a lot easier, as his blades had been moved up. The flailing motion she had made when being hit had also helped, as it had caused the blades to further move up towards her head.
Cecil’s weapon form had struck the girl as odd the first time she had seen them. The hand guards looked to be for hooking weapons, but that was a terribly difficult thing to do. What she had noticed a bit earlier was that they guarded the hands from any harm. Furthermore, they were metal. A piece of metal to the face? No thanks. That’d hurt, and the hitter would take little recoil as well. Which means, if she were to do that to Lucia, Stella could easily stall her enough to recover. Bringing her left hand up to try to hit Lucia’s jaw or nose, Stella swung at her with all her might. Which was minimal, but hopefully Lucia wasn’t great at taking a hit.
After she had done that, the imbalance was now impossible to ignore. Stella dug all her weight into her right heel, and attempted to jump backwards, moving her left leg over the hatchet. The move was far slower than the girl would have liked, but that was the best she could manage. Her leg was screaming at her to not move at all, after all.
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Cecil Amier
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Post by Cecil Amier on Jun 4, 2014 15:00:03 GMT -5
"Wha... what?" Cecil communicated to his meister as she swung a punch at the face of the other meister. The maneuver had caught him off guard; it was indeed true that his hand guards could be utilized in such a manner, but Cecil hadn't thought Stella would discover such intuitively, so soon. Given the range, the strike was indeed the optimal call, from Cecil's point of view. "Quite right, I mean."
Unfortunately, Stella didn't seem to have the best of footing anymore, and the blow to her leg would likely hamper her movement. That could prove a debilitating handicap for the rest of the match. Further, based on Stella's opening stance, she seemed to Cecil to lack the training required to keep her guard up in a stationary position. "If we can't dodge the enemy's attacks, and we can't fend them off... what can we do? A reckless assault would leave us vulnerable to a riposte; this blond meister doesn't seem incompetent, given that hooking maneuver."
As Stella jumped back to disengage from the enemy, Cecil had to think of something to even the odds, or preferably, put them in his favor. His chain dragged on the ground, and a new course of action popped into his mind. Obviously, he would have to rely on his meister to pull it off, but that was just something Cecil was going to have to get used to. His chain was 6 foot in length, as such it typically only barely touched the ground, but if Stella was going to keep the blades down anyway, might as well try to turn that to their advantage. "Stella. Try to pull off a feint. Get her to focus on the blades, but your true aim is to trip her with my chain, understood?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2014 20:08:41 GMT -5
Lucia felt Nolan's hatchet make contact with the girl's leg in front of her. Good. Excellent. At least now this girl would understand that Lucia was not a meister to be toyed with. She wanted to relish the sense of satisfaction that came with making the first hit, but she didn't have time. Suddenly, she felt the wind knocked out of her lungs from a swift knee to her stomach. A new kind of fury immediately began to burn within Lucia. That was a low move and she knew it. Stella was perfectly capable of using her swords to her advantage, yet she had chosen the undignified attack of kneeing Lucia's gut. She was already losing her balance after she had landed her hit on Stella's leg, but now Lucia was definitely falling backwards. The descent backwards also turned into a stoke of luck for her, though. Lucia barely felt Stella's fist fly by her nose, the punch missing by mere millimeters.
Lucia landed on the stony ground on her back. For a split second she was motionless. She still hadn't regained her breath, and part of her was still in shock at the insult this girl had already managed to display with her fighting technique. In Lucia's eyes, Stella had already disrespected her weapon by using him so improperly. Had they even trained since they became partners? Lucia had no time to mull over this for she knew she had to get out of the way in case of another attack. She immediately rolled to her right and jumped to her feet just as air began to fill her lungs again. She took a few quick, shallow breaths as she readied herself in a defensive stance and tried to think everything through again. There were still a few tricks up her sleeve, but they wouldn't be completely effective against an enemy that had the distinct advantage of handling a two-for-the-price-of-one kind of weapon. Lucia knew her best option would be to try to disarm Stella before she could do any more damage. The blades didn't matter to her so much as the chains connecting them. If she could just find a way to hook them into Nolan's hatchet blade, maybe twist them around the handle, then she could pull Stella's weapon away from her and end the fight quickly. For now she would have to wait, though. She was still trying to regain her breath, and she had to figure out how much damage she had managed with her hit on Stella's leg.
“Have you noticed anything yet, Nolan?” she whispered as she waited for Stella to attack. Her voice was soft and a little high-pitched, but it was the first time she had said anything in the entire match. It was easier for her to talk to Nolan instead of anyone else, and it was also important for her to rely on his information. There was no way Lucia would be aware of everything that was going on with her enemy, but Nolan had a front row seat to the action. Literally. If there was anyone that would spot the things she couldn't notice, it was him. Words: 529 Tag: Nolan/Stecil/Celeste
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2014 15:07:20 GMT -5
Nolan both felt and heard the satisfying “whump” that came with making contact with the back of Stella’s knee. Wowza, Lucia was definitely not playing around; that should leave a nasty bruise. Now, he had to make sure he kept up his part of being the weapon and alerting his meister to any oncoming attacks. Just as this thought passed through his mind, out of the corner of his eye he saw the other girl meister’s knee twitch, but by then it was too late to say anything about it. Just moments later she was kneeing Lucia in the gut. Inside his weapon room, Nolan gritted his teeth and hissed, feeling a slight hint of the pain through the bond of their soul wavelengths. He also felt an intense rage bubbling up from inside Lucia, which he couldn’t really blame her for. That was a low blow on Stella’s part, something that should only be used when one was completely out of options. Although, Professor Celeste had specified to treat this match as if they were facing off against actual Kishin Eggs, so maybe anything was fair game.
What happened next shocked Nolan, but luckily Lucia had been able to avoid it by falling backwards (although unintentionally.) Well, one thing was for sure and that was that this girl meister was rather unorthodox when it came to her combat strategies. Using the hilt of a bladed weapon to power up her punches? Now that was some quick thinking. Although it did hint towards the fact that she probably didn’t have much training with her weapon partner, it also alerted him to the fact that she was gifted with a good amount of natural talent. Nolan observed as Lucia rolled to the right and jumped to a standing position; nice reaction time on her part. She was now taking a defensive stance, preparing herself for an attack from the opponent.
“Yeah, I think so,” Nolan replied to her question, keeping his voice low but loud enough for his partner to hear, “She seems to be going for attacks you wouldn’t normally expect, eh? Well, I’d keep an eye out for things other than the blades, like her footing and that weapon’s chain. They could cause us problems.”
Word Count: 380 Tagged: Celeste, Stecil, Lucia
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