originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Valkyrie"
[b]Trayven Shield Dome, Rubicon Embassy; Training Grounds.
1000 Hours.
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"Alright O, take it easy. This is training, not an actual fight-" a man spoke, a giant really, standing at 7"3, with short cut brown hair and blue eyes. He was a sight, in a tight tank top, ripped yet lean body.
The woman in front of him, "O", however, was similar. Having dirty blonde, shoulder length hair and green eyes. She returned the man's suggestion in an Australian accent.
"Oh shaddup, Kaden, we both know how important this stuff is. If even Manders says it is, then we gotta take it seriously.
Now then, hit me!"
"Its not right to hit a lady-"
"Right, I forgot it was-"
"-good thing you aren't a lady!"
He gave a shit eating grin then, the nearly 30 year old soldier still acting like a child, as the woman threw a punch at him. Despite her size, it looked slow, to which Kaden threw up both arms and blocked it. He retaliated then, lazily throwing a punch and yet still made it look faster than normal. "O" grabbed it, slamming his fist to the side and then pushed him away playfully.
The act continued on for a bit, before a new voice was heard across the courtyard, a commanding tone.
"OLIVIA!"
The blonde Australian went rigid then, straight as a board as she snapped around to see Amanda, the squadron leader of their little group. Amanda, Kaden, Olivia, and Jared. Although she hadn't seen Jared for a few hour-
"What did I tell you?
Take it seriously, you could learn from those Trayven boys."
The woman approached, short cut brown hair, ruffled so slightly, and a soft yet hard expression on her worn face. How was it she pulled off that look? It was menacing but reassuring at the same time.
"Now watch, that punch he threw was easily avoidable even by our standards.
Now watch."
Amanda had made her way next to the two others by now, gesturing to Kaden to stand ready and hit her.
He would have made another quip about being unladylike, but with Amanda being serious, now wasn't the time.
Considering Amanda stood at 7"2, Kaden had to angle the punch down slightly, something he hated.
Either way, he took a ready stance, giving Amanda a few moments yo prepare. Then he swung, a rapid, literal blur of movement as he jabbed at her chest, only for a smack to be heard and his arm to stop and change motion suddenly, and Kaden to yell "Mercy!"
What had happened, was the second Kaden threw the punch, Amanda reacted in kind by slamming her left hand into his arm, then hitting it with her right, to which she then recoiled in an instant, and struck the base of his neck, over his right collarbone, effectively rendering him harmless.
The whole seen was a literal blur of movement, untraceable by the naked eye without tech to slow it down.
Within a matter of seconds of Kaden throwing the first punch, Amanda had ended it with one move.
Kaden slumped to the ground, groaning. He hated that, he knew she would pull that exact move, and each time it hurt just as bad as the last.
Olivia didn't seem to have registered it at first, but then nodded. She did understand, although now...
Well, she needed a new sparring partner.
[spoiler]open, either spar against Olivia, talk to her or Kaden, or try and dc anything with Amanda
Opeeeeen[/spoiler]
English
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No VR? Despite the woman's size, he'd have to pull his punches. He raised his hands, lowering his back into a hunch of sorts while his forearms guarded his head. Lowering down, his feet pushed against the floor as he vaulted forward. Stopping quickly before the woman, he aimed at her mid section with a jab that caused the wind around his arm to snap as he extended it.
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She side stepped the blow with an amazing speed, his arm extending to full length and locking with the jab, and Olivia made her move; she slammed her right fist into his arm, then grabbed it with a surprising iron grip with her left, shooting her right arm forward and striking with a backhanded fist to the base of his neck. If the blow would connect, he would be stunned for a good amount of time. With her speed and surprising strength, should the blow connect he would go numb instead.
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Dale was caught by surprise by the woman's speed, despite her size. However where the woman had her speed, Dale had his rock hard skin and resilience. The blow would send him staggering back, however, he was quickly turned and back in position in no time. It was if the blow's only effect was to move the man, rather than hurt him. A fistfight was where Dale excelled, and the man knew it. "For an explosives expert, you sure know how to pack a punch. Haven't been hit like that since ol' Dorcas in prison!"
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"That wasn't even a straight punch, just you wait." She knew he might get cocky or anything similar, and didn't plan to exploit it. Although he didn't know of the way her body was, the substance coating her bones, and the raw strength she held.
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"I look forward." Dale cracked his neck, releasing a sigh as he relaxed his shoulders. Getting back into his previous position, though much lower, he rushed forward again. He made sure the woman would have to lean down to reach him, especially with her height, and launched another jab. Like a boxer, his jab was fast, and did not lock his arm. It was aimed at her stomach, which had the most chance to hit.
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She kicked her knee up then, his fist colliding not with bone, but with metal it felt instead, sending a sharp jolt up his arm. Olivia didn't seem to get away so well however, a look of pain flashing across her face, but then hidden by her efforts. She then extended her leg then, a rapid movement that was hard to catch, her foot sent towards his chest.
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Luckily, Dale's other arm was still by his head and towards the front. The kick smashed into him as he got one hand on the leg... And threw the woman away from him, using the momentum of his stagger. As the woman flew, he rubbed the spot where the kick had landed, a light red mark on his skin. She was super human, but the blunt force and shock didn't seem to bother the man.
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As he tried to throw her, the most he did was unbalance, as she fell to the side he threw her, not going far. Following through to keep the momentum, she swung a sharp kick at him again, aimed at his shoulder.
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It landed with surprising ease, but the kick stopped at his shoulder with a loud "slap" against his skin. Knowing this result, he deliberately went for her leg again. That said, a rushing her leg would probably earn him a bullet in the head outside VR, so he instead chose to sweep the woman's other leg with his own, attempting to land on the leg he was holding and secure her to the ground by one limb.
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She kicked her leg up, using her arm to support herself as he weight was made apparent on him, he was holding a good portion of her weight and he felt it. Wrenching her leg back, it would unbalance him as she slammed her free leg back down, aiming to flip over his back.
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He let go, his plan to fall ruined by the woman's quick thinking. Lucky for him, holding things would not hurt his combatant, so he could hold her weight with ease. As the woman flipped over him, he simply pivoted, aiming a punch to her mid section once more while she was in the air behind him. Flashy moves would earn a swift punch, but he did have time to reflect on what he had learned about his opponent. Her speed seemed to be unmatched, so once he got a grip again, he would be sure to keep it. On the other hand, her skill was also high. While Dale was a master in his close quarters wrestling and fast boxing, she seemed to focus on getting quick and powerful hits in, where he had little time to see.
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While he pivoted, her hand snapped to his neck, forcing him to follow her movements as she fell and rolled, pulling the man with her and going forward. In the next instant he found his head trapped between her legs, shins crossed to pin him there as she held his legs in place.
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He grabbed the inside of the thighs, with a rather bit of frustration, and ripped the legs off his neck, backing off quickly with a chuckle. It was nice not having an opponent who ran, and shot at him from a distance. "You really got a thing for necks, huh?" So far, his overwhelming strength had saved him from what might have been a loss, but he had to make use of his skills and physical ability, as his opponent used her technique and speed. He repositioned himself, in a sumo-like stance with wide legs and ready arms. He would approach slowly, in somewhat wide steps.
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She matched him then, changing her own stance to a lower, more prowling like stance, watching him, waiting.
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With such a stance, her movement would be limited, even with her speed. Dale saddled forward, attempting to aim his left arm at her left leg, the other blocking his head. He was attempting to grab it, and in doing so, could provide a fatal ending.
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She backstopped out of his reach then, lunging at him afterwards, striking his waist and then locking her arms around his thighs. Lifting them, she had a surprising amount of a brute strength, as she then slammed him into the ground; from six feet up.
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As he fell to the ground, his legs pushed against their jailers, breaking free as he wrapped them around the woman's body. Rather than fall, by himself, he used his momentum to pull the woman with him, and with a thud they both landing on the ground, with his legs around her upper body. He then used his arms to grab her own wrists, using his strength to keep a tight enough grip so that it would certainly be hard to get out of, but wouldn't actually break anything.
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Her initial reaction was to let him pin her, then forcing his arms out and grabbing his own wrists, shoving then backwards and pinning his arms at an awkward angle to force him to drop the grip. His legs would come later, for now it was making sure he couldn't do anything.
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Letting him keep the legs was a bad idea. The grip tightened to one of massive power, a hint at the strength behind the muscles of the man. Awkward angle or not, he pushed against the floor to lift his chest, further tightening the death grip around the woman's upper body. She would not be able to move her arms down with the massive legs blocking the movement.
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To his dismay, she didn't seem phased by it, instead focusing on something else; it was a cheap shot, but in war, there was no honor. She shot a hard punch straight for his groin, not holding back with it at all.
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With the now free hand, he caught her own as she let go. He grabbed with the same titanium grip as the legs, keeping it in place. Even if she had successfully struck the groin, it would have hit the less sensitive part, and seeing as her arms could not be moved with much momentum, not some much damage. It seemed Dale was trapping her in a web.
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She jerked her arms out then, spoderwebbing his own arms then as she forced herself upright. To lift both him and herself, was immeasurable strength, yet she did so Standing upright as best she could, she dropped then, body slamming him in a sense.
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The immense strength would come with effort, which gave him time to think. As soon as he felt the beginning of the drop, he twisted his body, so that both of them would land sideways, and on top of the woman's arm.
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Her weight in the fall made it difficult, and she kept him locked in place, making it impossible to move. Then the feeling of the ground hit, and her near quarter ton weight on top of him.
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The man landed with a grunt, before quickly taking advantage, and squeezing tighter with the legs, and extending his arms to grab the woman's head by curling up. He squeezed tighter, letting the woman know her fragile head and neck were in his hands. "I cannot snap your neck out of VR."