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Who: Mystique and OTA
Broadcast: Text/Yes
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: 6 June and onwards

I will holding training sessions for those who want to learn to defend themselves or fight, and those that want sparring practice or to learn new forms of combat. This is limited to hand to hand and melee weapon use due to our surroundings.

Training will be held daily between 9am and 5pm, located at the gym on the Iskaulit although for those who are more confident in their abilities it can be moved to the obstacle course. First come first serve for those wanting tuition.

Wear appropriate clothing and bring whatever liquids or food you require for the session.

[True to her word Mystique is found at the Iskaulit gym throughout the week, and when she is not training with someone she is doing her own practice during her hours there.]

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That all depends on the reason why you want to watch.

I cannot do such training myself - but I find it instructional to watch, so I might learn.

If it is just me, then yes you can. If I have someone there with me you will have to get permission first from them to do so.

I shall be pleased to do so. Whom are you training with first?

I currently don't have a routine of who is showing up when. Also, if you are interested in tutorial through watching it might work out better if it is just myself, I can focus on particular elements you are interested in rather than what others want to learn.

Well, I shall be happy to observe you in action, my lady. Just give me a time and a place.

Iskaulit gym and whatever time you want, again, provided I am not with someone else. It doesn't matter to me what time you show up.

Are you with someone else right now?

Not currently, so you are welcome to join me now.

Then I shall be there shortly.

And true to his word, he arrives some twenty minutes later, books under one arm and a bottle of water in the other. He finds himself a place to sit, before nodding his head respectfully towards the blue-skinned woman.

"My lady."

"Tyrion," She gave a glance to him as he entered the room, her concentrating having been on a practice of trying to shorten the time between strikes to a target, trying to get quicker and quicker but without substituting impact. Without alteration of her muscle systems. It was easy to cheat with her mutation, which was why she tried not to. "You do realize I could possible make up a system for you to train with, not just so you have to watch."

He hobbled over to one of the chairs, pulling himself into it. He arched an eyebrow at her, before looking at his short legs, and then at his short hands. "My lady, if you could come up with such a miraculous system, I for one would not only be impressed, I would be have to try it at least once."

He muttered under his breath, as he took out his journal, "Until I broke something."

His dark mutter of that comment made her smile, appreciating that type of humor, but not ready to let up on this just yet. "Is there another physical reason you believe yourself unable to fight other than your dwarfism? I'm not saying you will magically be able to sprint across a room or go toe to toe in a sword fight with someone taller or with a greater reach, but everyone bar someone paralyzed from the neck down is able to do some sort of damage.

It's just a case of using what we all have to an advantage." And if he didn't realize by now, she was very blunt and to the point, not caring about hurting feelings or crushing egos.

He looked up at her, tilting his head, "Well ... there is the fact that everyone has a longer reach than I do, and everyone else can sprint across a field of battle. I have done a great deal of damage with long distance weapons - but crossbrows aren't as accurate as I would like, guns cannot be used aboard space ships, and bows are out of the question."

He arched an eyebrow, "My greatest advantage is my mind, and my tongue. Unless you are telling me I can throw knives with my mouth?" He can do tart to your blunt.

Oh yes, that was a bitterness of humor she herself shared, when she chose to show it. "Yes, it is, your mind at least. The flesh can only do so much without a sharp mind behind it."

"What I was thinking was more to use it in combination. Most would underestimate you, bar maybe a species out there who share a similar status to yourself. And if you can be underestimated then you can use that to your advantage. Most wouldn't think a second about letting you get close or give you leeway compared to another, and that gives plenty of opportunity to strike as needed."

A flick of her wrist brought one of the kitchen knives she had taken off the Golden for practice into view, looking like it may had fell from her wrist bands. "A strike to the Achilles makes it so they cannot run, lodge in the side of the knee and twist removes the kneecap from the joint, or stabbing into the inner thigh severs the major blood vessels there which will make someone bleed out quickly without immediate medical aid. It all depends if you require them to survive the experience or not."

He watches her, curiosity narrowing down into contemplation as she spoke. That curiosity turned into amusement, before he wrote a few things down in his journal. When he looked back at up at her, his mis-matched eyes flashed mirth, and that trace of bitterness she had tasted on his words.

"That is not warrior's training, my lady. That's a survivor's training - and that, I do have." For better or for worse. "For I have no issue cutting a man's heel so he limps, and slicing open his knee, so he cannot strike me down."

"I never claimed to be a warrior, survivor suits me much better, if maybe a little too polite." Mystique was under no illusion of what she was or how she fought. At worst she was a terrorist, at best maybe a mercenary, not that it really mattered. She survived everything that has been thrown at her so far... or she 'had' considering she was dead back in her world. She hadn't even gone out swinging, tricked instead. It was a little embarrassing.

"But it sounds like you are already well suited, so I suppose we can go back to our original agreement. Was there anything in particular you had wanted me to practice? I can use make-shift weapons since we are lacking most of them, other than the guns. I don't want to test the hull of the ship or how much ricochet the ammo produces. That's something best saved for when we are landed again."

"Ah, then you are some sort of assassin then?" Assassins he was well familiar with, at least. Terrorist would have no meaning to him - but mercenary? Sell sword? One of those was his very best friend. Although he could sympathize to almost being fooled into his own death.

"Well, I know how to slice open ankles. Throats if need be." He smirked faintly, before he looked at her thoughtfully, before he cleared his throat. "...actually I have a number of make-shift weapons myself. Including knives and swords."

He rubbed his beard thoughtfully, "Perhaps you could show me how you would take on a taller opponent."

"When I need to be," No shame or hesitation about admitting that. "Or, I guess for lack of a better word, a spy, also when I need to be. My trades span a variety of titles."

The mention of weapons caused her to raise her brows, interested. "I lost my knives upon coming to this place, and so far haven't found suitable replacements. I prefer to use the guns as my first choice of weapons due to their range, but nothing replaces a good knife." She was not stupid, she knew while her mutant gave her an advantage at melee distance, it did not at range, she was as reliant on weapons and tools as any human was.

As for his request. "Are you referring to an enemy taller than myself, or if I was your height?"

Tyrion's eyebrows rose, in turn, and his expression was extremely impressed. "So you are, as they say, a jack of all trades. And apparently the maester of many."

He rubbed his bearded chin for a moment, giving her a more considering look. "I could, in fact, make you a pair of knives. For a price, of course. I do not give someone weapons for my own ridiculous pleasure."

A quirk of the smile, as he gestured to his body, "My height, if you will?"

Of course, [She wouldn't expect it any other way, however, considering the man she was talking to...] Would that be with credits, or another means? [He struck her as a man who would find knowledge or an owed favor more important.

In regards to his answer, Mystique just gave a nod of her head, her form transforming into one similar to his own but otherwise keeping her 'normal', strangely colored, features.] It will of course depend how someone is attacking you and what their level of skill is, but with any individual it's all about using what you have to advance your position.

Due to your height most would overestimate a punch thrown at you, it is more likely to go over your head as it's easier to punch at a height closer to your own heart, [Mystique throwing her own punch in front of her, lining up with where she said, as she spoke.] To punch down is less likely and will remove a level of strength behind it. Kicking is your biggest risk, or them trying to grab you, but due to your center of gravity being lower means you actually have the advantage in a grapple to be able to throw them over your shoulder. Using the right angle you could easily throw someone twice your height and someone much heavier. You use their size and weight against them.

"Other means, I think." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "We shall say a favor, to be awarded at a later date."

[And now, he was going to stare as she shifted down into someone ... well. Rather, his size. He watched keenly, putting aside his journal so he catch all the nuances of her movements.]

[A tip of his head, before he asked curiously.] Are you telling me that I could actually use gravity to throw someone over my shoulder? That seems rather ... well. A good use of one's tiny body.

Mystique gave a nod to his answer, having expected as much, before her attention drew to his sudden interest in what she said. Silently debating with herself the best way to do this as she looked to him, Mystique moved back to him as she returned to her natural proportions.

"That I am and I think a practical example might work best in this case, if you're willing to try."

"Very well, but I shall tell you now, the last person who threw me down ended up in dire straits." He pushed himself out of the chair, "That is to say - he ended up dying of a horrible disease in which I had no part of, so feel free to take that as a sign that I am blessed. Or ... just in the right place at the right time for the right plague."

He waddled over to her, his lips curving up at the corners. "Quite odd to see someone my height."

Mystique raised a brow in amusement at his warning, her own lips pulling at the side in a touch of a smile. "I think I'm willing to take that risk." Spoken as she waited for him to join her. "Individuals with your or similar forms are not overly common in my world but it is also not considered extremely rare. Modern communications make it so many are able to contact and meet in person those that share similar medical conditions." It is all said as a matter of fact.

As he stood before her Mystique moved to reach out to put a hand on one of his shoulders. "We will do this slowly, step by step. Just try to follow my directions and I shall throw myself this time so you can see how it is done and how to follow it up. Put your hand on top of my own, your palm against the top of mine and press your thumb down against my knuckle, fingers wrapped around my thumb. I want you to step in closer to me and turn your body into the direction of my hand, so you are putting your back to me. At the same time push down on your thumb and twist my thumb up and outwards."

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