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driftfleet2016-01-21 04:55 pm
mortalcoil) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-21 04:55 pm
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Who: Coil Lenn
Broadcast: Text (and not anonymous, for once)
Action: Iskaulit, in the gym
When: Morning
[it is a rare day indeed that Coil sends out a message with his identification attached to it, but he figures it's probably hard to convince someone to fight with you when they don't know who's asking. and he takes time to write the thing up properly, like putting an ad in the paper.]
Looking for sparring partner-- hand-to-hand or melee weapons. Experienced combatants only. Iskaulit Gym.
[and he just tosses the communicator off to the side for a bit, after that. he'll return to check his messages after he's beaten the shit out of a sandbag for a while.
and whether or not they've caught his message, anyone can find him haunting the gym--either moping around like he doesn't know why he's there, or whirling a quarterstaff around and clobbering a sandbag with single-minded focus. just a combat-oriented teenager in a bad mood.]
(ooc: and for anyone who isn't really into tagging fight threads, but still wants to spar with him, we can handwave or gloss over some things.)
Broadcast: Text (and not anonymous, for once)
Action: Iskaulit, in the gym
When: Morning
[it is a rare day indeed that Coil sends out a message with his identification attached to it, but he figures it's probably hard to convince someone to fight with you when they don't know who's asking. and he takes time to write the thing up properly, like putting an ad in the paper.]
Looking for sparring partner-- hand-to-hand or melee weapons. Experienced combatants only. Iskaulit Gym.
[and he just tosses the communicator off to the side for a bit, after that. he'll return to check his messages after he's beaten the shit out of a sandbag for a while.
and whether or not they've caught his message, anyone can find him haunting the gym--either moping around like he doesn't know why he's there, or whirling a quarterstaff around and clobbering a sandbag with single-minded focus. just a combat-oriented teenager in a bad mood.]
(ooc: and for anyone who isn't really into tagging fight threads, but still wants to spar with him, we can handwave or gloss over some things.)
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[Normally, she tries to end a fight quickly, if it's for real. Quick, efficient, vicious. He's the same, she's seen it. And normally when she's sparring, practicing a new technique, the blows are light enough that they rarely even bruise, at least not enough to last more than a day or two. But this is different. They both know it.
He uses strikes she's familiar with, blows that might be crippling against a less skilled opponent. Nerves and muscle groups, bone near the surface of the skin. A few aimed at her throat. Those at least she solidly blocks and deflects, moving with each strike to lessen its impact, but the blow to her thigh drops her to one knee. It's a vulnerable position and she knows it, quickly going for an upward kick aimed at his solar plexus that turns into a roll backwards over one shoulder as she pops back to her feet. There's a little distance between them now, but she can feel this match--fight, whatever it is--quickly beginning to spin out of control. This time she doesn't close in, just waits, eyes gone narrow and cold.]
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as he's recovering, he's automatically set up to defend against another attack, so there's an uncertain hesitation on his part when it doesn't happen.
so, then. there is a pause-- a perfect moment to back off and end the match, or at least scale it down a bit. he's tired, he can tell that he's probably a little dinged up. the smartest thing would be to stop.
but, that thought strikes him with a pang of desperation. he's not done. they can't be done yet.
whether it's a smart idea or not, once he's able to, he suddenly darts forward to make another lunge for her.]