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originally posted in:Neo Punks
12/4/2015 7:49:01 PM
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[i] Her blades are in a reverse hold ,she spins in the direction of where she expects the threat to be,one blade at throat level the other defensive across her abdomen. [/i]
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[i] She turns to see Lance, and he grabs her swords with his bare hands, the blades slightly biting into his palms and sending a trickle of blood Down his arm. His palms are cross crossed with scars matching the ones she probably just gave him. He's probably done that particular bit a lot.[/i] "At least your reflexes are decent." [i] Lance is dressed in a black tank top that shows off his toned body, and a new tattoo-ish emblem is on his right forearm. A circle, with two lines on either side.[/i]
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[i] Raine is dressed in her usual work out gear black leggings,vest top and cross trainers. she's slender but her muscle definition is clear. Shows she's passed that growing stage and is managing to maintain good tone. She frowns as he speaks and then removes her head phones.[/i] " Sorry didn't hear you"
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[i] He takes his hands off her blades, putting his bleeding palms in his pockets.[/i] "Nevermind. Nice set up you have here."
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[i] Grabbing a towel off one of the dummies she wipes her hands and neck. Then wipes her blades on her leggings before sheathing them and grabbing a drink. [/i] " Thanks my own little slice of heaven" [i] She smiles[/i] " thanks for coming"
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"No problem." [i] He pulls his palms out of his pockets and wipes the blood off on his black jeans. Well, there goes another pair, he thinks. He walks around, surveying the area[/i] "Anything in particular you wanna learn? As long as it's not cooking, I'm more than adequate to teach you." [i] He smiles.[/i]
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[i] Smiles [/i] " Well i have been drilled with weapons since I was 7 years old, and trained with forms before that,and as good as all that was the military have a text book for everything. i'm too rigid. my brain only see's one path out of a situation ,this has its strengths u move without thinking, but that same thing will be what gets me killed, do you understand what I mean?"
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[i] He nods.[/i] "I was military. Special Ops, Delta Force."
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" My Father is General Petraeus, was head of the divisional troops at Nicaragua during the amalgamation of the southern territories. Now he's consulting out of the governmental offices. I went on every tour with him from a year old till his last when I was 18"
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"Impressive. But you've basically had your own military training, why exactly do you need me?" [i] He asks, leaning against a wall, his arms crossed.[/i]
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" i have but the people i fight don't,i can't chuck a rule book at them and say 'oi rules of engagement' . My style is fixed ,very, i need the mold broken. i have fought soldiers all my life but pretty soon i won't be. i need to be fluid and adaptable. even i know that i'm not."
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[i] He smiles.[/i] "Are you okay with fighting dirty?"
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" let's see"
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[i] He smirks, before his figure blurs and he crosses swords with you, holding a white and gold katana.[/i]
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[i] barely getting my blades in defensive cross,i'm pushed back trainers struggling for purchase on the surface beneath my feet, unfamiliar with using my powers combined with my blades,I concentrate on feeling for his next move.[/i]
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[i] He grins, before he flashes beside you, swinging in a side slash.[/i]
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Edited by ChaiseShadows: 12/5/2015 1:12:30 AM[i] I sense the direction of the movement but too late,its an ugly rebuff,and leaves me in a poor position, i quickly opt to put some distance between me and him before i lose my blades as well as my dignity.I imprint the idea i'm feinting left(telepathy). instead vault backwards to get some distance and a better stance.[/i]
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[i] She doesn't see his arm move, but suddenly a knife is flying at her torso, seemingly from thin air.[/i]
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[i] Its sheer instinct and desperation I summon a small ice projectile it contacts with the blade ,but it still cuts a slice out of my right side[/i]
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[i] He blurs to her side, kneeling next to her.[/i] "Are you okay?"
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[i] She flinches slightly , its a clean cut but its deep and bleeding[/i] " I'll be fine,so as you can see i've a long way to go'
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[i] He shakes his head.[/i] "Sorry." [i] He rips a long strip of cloth from his tank top, leaving the lower portion of his abs exposed as he bandages the cut, expertly even with a strip of clothing.[/i] "Don't worry, my knives are clean." [i] He grins.[/i]
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[i] she watches him create a makeshift bandages,her eyes rest on him for a moment [/i] " how are you at sewing,cos this is gonna need more than that bandage"
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"I'm great at sewing, I just did this so you wouldn't lose much blood. Where can I patch you up properly?"
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Edited by ChaiseShadows: 12/5/2015 5:28:35 AM"i have a kit in the kitchen,c'mon" [i] Leading him off the roof,they head down some stairs, through one door which she precedes to lock before opening the next one. this leads into a large kitchen, with slate floors,an old-fashioned range , belfast sinks stand by the window, she pulls up a chair and stands on it to reach a top unit. she grabs a set of surgery needles,some guaze. and sterile water. [/i] "here"
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[i] He threads some thread through the eye of the needle, dipping the needle in water before waiting for Raine.[/i]
