Sparring Meetup No. 2

[kill_switch]

Who: You!
Broadcast: Reminder message to previous participants
Action: First Breath
When: Today

Network Message

Sparring session, First Breath, bring your own water.

Action

[She's set up the cargo bay as the center of operations; crates and cargo are moved to the sides to provide seating around a large open space. Feel free to spectate or engage.]

Comments

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[kill_switch]

[Furiosa looks back at him. She can tell he's being sincere, and while on the one hand this isn't the Wasteland and she should stop being so hard on people, she'd been working up the ranks to Imperator for so long that even now, some of the instincts are hard to shake. She takes a single step forward to close the distance and drops her voice. ]

They're not the ones you should be worried about. [She's got the advantage of Captain, certainly, and while she might not be magically endowed she is trained in the art of survival at all costs. No, she has no idea who the space-Templars would even be, and suspected they weren't even here in this world, but having seen his abilities released in such a careless and rampant way put her on edge, and her intimidation tactics are flaring up in full force. A moment after the words leave her mouth, though, her expression relaxes (a fraction), and she's stepping back.]

No, I won't be telling anyone.

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[wolfehawke]

[Is she... oh, she's threatening him. Hah. That's actually almost a comfort in its familiarity compared to how everyone else has been so inexplicably nice since he arrived. Well, other Thedosians notwithstanding.

Honestly as intimidating as Furiosa looks with her near permanent scowl, Adalwolfe isn't frightened by her at all. Well, maybe the prospect of space-Templars, but not her threat of more personal violence. Still, it's really not a great way to start off with your captain by undermining her authority so he chooses not to grandstand about how she can't make him wet himself or whatever she was intending.]

Thank you.

[He lets out an honest sigh of relief.]

I don't usually run through the forms without casting. They were taught to me initially not just as a way to defend myself, but a way to focus my magic so I was expected to cast as I went. It won't happen again here, I do understand the danger.

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[kill_switch]

[All she's expecting is an understanding that she won't tolerate senseless violence on her ship, and she seems placated by his answer. She relaxes a little further, nodding.]

You might want to practice it. [Running the forms without casting.] Small enclosed space like this, you could just as easily hit a friend as an enemy.

Action

[wolfehawke]

Of course.

[He's never been this careless with his magic before. Hiding it was of the utmost importance for most of his life and while he's chosen to reveal it in times of need before, to have cast by accident is disconcerting to say the least.

He furrows his brow trying to piece together why he could have made such a stupid mistake but all he comes up with is a general blanket 'I'm stressed.' Which is ridiculous. He's been stressed beyond this before, much much worse in fact, and not lost any control over his casting then. Here there's just a layer of general discomfort brought on by certain interactions with certain people he cares not to name even to himself just at present, but it's certainly not more stressful than watching his city get taken over by angry Qunari or waking up to a hole ripped into the sky. What gives?]

I'll get right on that. Practicing, I mean.

Action

[kill_switch]

[She nods.]

Good.

[She sets the pipe aside.] How's your hand to hand?

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[wolfehawke]

I have quick reflexes but I can't say I've really brawled since I was in short pants.

[He sets his own pipe aside as well, assuming she's going to turn this into a lesson in weaponless combat instead. Serves him right for being careless.]

Action

[kill_switch]

[Yeah, don't think she won't hit you with her nub.]

Well. Might be time to put your short pants back on. [She sets herself in a defensive stance and waves Wolfe to attack.]

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[wolfehawke]

[Oh Maker this is not what he wanted to do with his afternoon.

With a sigh, he adopts a similar stance to hers, ice-colored eyes narrowing just a bit in scrutiny. She waves him in but he takes his time, judging what little he'd observed of her with the makeshift staff before his mind had wandered.

The obvious thing would be to go at her disarmed side but with how she'd handled the pipe with relative ease, Adalwolfe gets the feeling that not only would she expect that, but she knows how to handle someone trying to take advantage of a perceived handicap. Instead, he steps in on her right with his arms up like a boxer, ready to guard his face and go in low at her side should she throw a punch.]