driftfleet | Sparring Meetup No. 2

[He's come to spectate, that's what Hawke tells himself. Just to watch, perhaps get a little more perspective on this crew he's supposed to be a part of. After all, he can't fight terribly effectively without his magic. He can hold his own of course, his Father had instilled in both of his mage children that the ability to protect themselves with their wits and strength of arms was just as important as skill in their gifts, but it's wits that win out here for now.

He has no idea what the views on magic are in the fleet. Would no one care - a strange notion considering where he'd come from - or is there some force of Templars here too that would pounce and drag him away at the first sign of a spell. Better to just sit about and get to know his crewmates until something really forces his hand.]

Hello!

[Adalwolfe waves cheerily to the severe looking woman, swinging himself easily onto a crate as a nonverbal cue that he intends to watch.]

I'm Adalwolfe, new communications officer.

[He looks at her expectantly, waiting for her end of the greeting.]

Furiosa, Captain.

[She's lightened up a bit since she's been here, and while recent events have her on edge, she's not quite as severe as she looks. For one, she's come to this session without her scrapmetal prosthetic, so that's a tip in the tame direction. IT's also a subtle note that this is for basics; it's not for testing one's extent or overtly overpowering others; it's a workout, a stress relief, and time to get to know others and hone fighting skills without serious harm.]

You do much fighting, where you're from?

Quite a bit, unfortunately. Sometimes it's necessary.

[All too often its necessary. The Blight, being indentured to mercenaries for a year, the Deep Roads, and all the mess of Kirkwall with the Qunari, Carta, Coterie, Templars, and even dragons. He could barely go one day without feeling like he was waging a war, much less simple fighting.]

I'm just here to watch for today, I think.

Watching can be good. You might pick something up. You have a weapon of choice?

[Furiosa's used to firearms, mostly, but she's adept with knives and isn't afraid to pick something up. She hopes her crew can be adaptive, too, but she also know she'll have to adapt around them.]

Staves, though I always carry a dagger as well.

[Never know when someone might disarm you. That's less of a problem for a mage than anyone else, of course, considering he could always fire off a spell regardless of if he has his staff as a focus or not, but there's always the possibility of facing a Templar or not wanting to reveal that he has magic in the first place.

Like now.]

Do you have much experience with a staff?

I don't. [Not that she thought she couldn't pick it up if the need arises, but here lies a good opportunity to learn.] Maybe you could teach me sometime.

[Adalwolfe weighs the pros and cons for a moment, then hops off of the crate.]

I can show you a few moves now, since no one else seems to be here yet.

[He hunts around for a moment, then comes up with two metal pipes about a 3/4 of an inch thick and as long as the average person is tall, rescued from the various supplies and other detritus of the cargo bay. He moves back over to the center of the makeshift practice ring and holds one out to her so she can grab the middle with her one hand.]

To be honest I'm not certain how to do it one handed, but I'm sure we can figure something out.

[There's nothing condescending in his statement at all, just practical. He's only ever used both hands to keep the staff spinning, balance and counterbalance.]

I can figure it out. [She takes a firm grip of the bar. She takes a couple practice swings, to get the feel for the weight and balance of it, using the nub of her left arm to balance it while she adjusts her grip. It should be obvious she's used to living without it, as much as she does utilize her scrap metal prosthetic.]

[He nods approvingly, making no further remark on it. He lets her swing it around a few times, then takes a stance with the bar lining up the back of his right arm. Once he's certain he has her attention, he brings his arm up with the rod and begins to go through a short series of movements using his other hand and his shoulders for leverage at points, but quite slow so she can follow.]

[She watches, then begins to follow. While she can't grip with her left, she does use it as a balance to adjust her handling. She's a quick learner, and once she has a feel for the flow of it, she tries to work up the speed of it.]

[There are some fumbles, though; she's used to firearms, as much as a firearm as a melee weapon.]

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