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Post by Eileen on Oct 31, 2014 11:09:17 GMT -7
Weapons:Bows & Arrows Axes Knives Throwing Knives Machete Swords Spears Tridents The training station for weapons offers the above weapons. You can train on a flat surface, elevated, watered, muddy, or rocky surfaces. You may also train with dummies or a trainer. Non-careers can only train in 1 weapon. Careers can train in 2 weapons. 2 weapons require two posts.
Respond with a post between 200-1000 words on how your Tribute practices in this area.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2014 14:12:52 GMT -7
Calix let go a sigh as he entered the training center that afternoon. After wondering for a bit he strolled over to the knives station. As a trainer stopped to stare at him , he picked up a knife from the rack. After examining it he stepped up to the line. A short moment later one of the dummy's lit up at the far corner. In a quick motion the blond threw the knife at the lit up target. Whack it hit a target placed on the dummys arm. As Calix picked up another knife another dummy at the other end lit up. Calix wrinkled his nose at the quickness of the lights. Thwack he whipped the knife at the dummy and it hit the dummys crotch. Calix snickered a little at the sight as he picked up a new knife from the rack. " I hope your not a dude" he said to the dummy as another dummy in the middle lit up. As the trainer gave him a look he threw the knife at the dummy. When it missed he quickly picked up a new knife to try again. Thwack he hit the dummy in the middle of the face with the next shot. Thwack the next throw from a new knife thrown by the boy hit the dummy in the stomach.
As he picked up another knife the trainer clapped for him a little. As another dummy lit up he flashed her smile. Calix then deiced to be a show off so, he did a spin move to throw the knife. Thawck the knifed ended up hitting the dummy in the lower tummy. After the hit he picked up another one and span the other way. Sadly the knife passed the dummy and hit the floor. Calix made a face at the event as he picked up larger knife from the rack. As the trainer gave him a tip he threw it at another lit up dummy. Thwack it hit the outer ring of the target on the dummy's neck target. As the trainer rushed to help another tribute, he picked up the smallest knife. Since the knife was small he threw it as hard as he could. Thawck the small knifed ended up hitting the outer ring of the target on the dummy's face.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2014 12:15:35 GMT -7
Harrison had decided to actually participate in training. For one, he was forced to. But the real reason why he didn't want to at first was he still felt a bit woozy from the Parade. At least, that's what happened up until now. Now he felt a bit better, more in control of what he could do. He wasn't trying to find a place to lay down the whole time. He was actually gaining some sanity back into his head. Harrison would kill to get back at whoever did that.. whoever hurt him so much.
The first place Harrison proudly ventured to was the weapons section. Obviously you'd have to know how to use a weapon if you wanted to have success in the games, so it would only make sense for Mr. Martial to begin here. There were several people ahead of him in line, each waiting to take turns. Being as tall as he his, he looked above all the other heads to see what was going on. There were people going to both sides, one with targets and another face-front into dummies or even trainers. The places that you could go to for the melee section were varied, too. He looked ahead to see assortments of shiny metal. Some of the weapons weren't there, obviously being used for the training.
It didn't take long for Harrison to be in the front of the line, and boy was he ready. Confidently, he waked up to the creepy-looking trainer. Harrison looked at the sections of weapons, seeing the one that looked the coolest. "I'll do uh, whatever this is!" the future tribute exclaimed happily as the trainer asked him questions about where he wanted to train it and with dummies or himself. The trainer told him that what he was holding was called an ax, and it was often a District Seven weapon to use. Harrison answered the trainer's question. "Chances are the target won't be standing still, so I'll use this.. this ax. On the regular floor, if 'ya don't mind, Harrison spoke happily, gently lifting the ax up and down. He gently swayed the weapon, trying to get a firm grip on it.
Harrison watched as the trainer put on ten, no twenty or more, different types of safety gears. He was covered from head to toe in something that Harrison would guess to be nearly rock solid, or enough that Mr. Martial wouldn't end up killing the man. When the trainer announced that he could start, Harrison didn't waste much time procrastinating. Immediately, he slashed the ax towards the trainer blade first, swinging it a mile away. Who'd guess that a trainer would go this hard on someone who's never picked up a weapon before excluding a knife? Encouraged to try harder, he swung again with no luck. Just gettin' the hang of it.. Harrison made himself mentally confident in himself. Maybe that's what made him so physically strong.
Mr. Martial swung more viciously this time, finally puncturing into the trainer's gear. He smirked before swinging again, side to side. Harrison went in for another slash and succeeded this time. He succeeded multiple times, one after another. Maybe Harrison would have a sore arm after this, but getting in some training was definitely worthwhile. He kept swinging, not giving two shits on where the ax landed. The training wasn't about showing off, it was for getting a feel for how you use each weapon. Showing your full capacity would put a gigantic red target on your back.
Ding..
Harrison was about to get one more swing in as he heard a buzz, signalling that his time for training was over. "Thanks, man," he shook the trainer's hand as he gave him a few extra tips. Harrison walked away confidently.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2014 19:13:09 GMT -7
Basil was done with her first station, and had decided to head over to her second (and most likely last). She knew that if her stealthiness, and camouflage didn't work-- she'd probably end up fighting someone at some time. The tribute had stepped up to the station, and had a variety of weapons to pick. She knew that she'd only be able to fully learn or master one weapon by the time training was over, so she would have to conclude to one. Grabbing a machete, he walked over to the instructor. "Which one would you like to practice on?" The man asked in a cold yet stern voice that seemed kind of intimidating to the girl. She pointed softly to the elevated platform, she silently started walking towards it. Taking a worried look at the instructor, she tried to size him up. He was pretty built, definitely better trained then she was. He seemed to be kind of.... Not that light on his toes, he kind of stomped every foot and was very stiff. His muscles showed no sense of movement, just him walking forward. She came up with an idea, he'd probably be coming after her right away- right? She'd go away from him. How? You may ask, she'd simply try to run around, create a distraction-- confuse him. Wait-- no. She'd just go after him. Watch where his eyes are looking at, trying to figure out where he was planning on hitting. The instructor had put on a bunch of gear, basically making himself look like iron man. She giggled, he looked pretty silly in this get-up actually.
The bell rung, signaling her to start her trial. At first, he stood there. Waiting for her, letting her to make the first move. This wasn't a smart idea, as once they blocked her- they'd have an easier chance of getting her off-guard. She stood there, and nodded at him indicating that Basil wanted him to go first. The instructor raise his eyebrow, almost teasing her. But, she insisted. He charged. Blocking his nearby attack, she swung at his leg as he was too busy planning his next attack. It seemed the instructor was expecting this, and blocked her attack back. Wow, he's one tough cookie. The girl thought, sending another attack straight at him. The battle seemed to fuse on for hours, but really, it was just around five minutes. The bell rang again, signaling the end of the fight and she literally collapsed. It was a hard job, and hard effort for her to get that done. Shaking the instructors hand, and kissing him on the cheek being the overly friendly girl she was. That was that, and before the instructor could even react to her- she was gone.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2014 15:16:54 GMT -7
Cameron had just woken up from a nap, and felt the need to do some more training. Stepping onto the elevator, he pressed the button that brought him to the training station and stood there as the door closed. Waiting for the elevator to arrive to his destination, he crossed his arms as the boring music played. Finally, the door rang and opened, revealing the entrance to the training center. Cameron knew that the number one thing in the games was fighting, and to win a fight, you'd need to know how to use a weapon so you can actually get some kills. So, he had decided the weapon station would be his best bet.
Taking a spear into his hand, he wanted to learn how to use it range-wise and melee wise. The first thing he would do though, is try to learn how to throw a spear. At first the instructor let him throw it carelessly, kind of just to let the boy get used to it. Then, after a few minutes and seeing the frustration grow Cameron's face- the instructor stepped in. The man had grabbed at his waist to re position his stance, (and to be honest- it made him jump). The instructor told him that he'd always need to stand sideways, one foot facing forwards and the other facing towards the side. Then, he said that in one swift move his body to face the target and throw in the same motion. He was told just to repeat the quick turn at first a couple times to get used to the feeling, and then was given the spear to try out. His first attempt was somewhat good, he would have taken out their knee at least.
The instructor had said he needed to have a better grip on the spear, and he was holding it wrong too. Taking his hand, the instructor had spread his hands a little bit, kind of letting his fingers grip onto the spear better for a more quicker and effective hit. Cameron asked for a quick demonstration, and after observing what the instructor had done he tried to throw again. Better, definitely getting better. This time he got the shoulder, in some situations that'd be good because it might be their dominant arm and wouldn't be able to swing/shoot as easily. The instructor let him be for then, letting Cameron throw it over and over again. Every once and a while, the instructor would tell him a quick tip or so.
Within one quick throw, he had gotten the chest. It was more fatal, which the instructor applauded a second. Kind of encouraging the boy on, it was kind of weird. He expected the instructors to be more brutal, on-task, and not that supportive at all. This was different, this instructor was more encouraging and enthusiastic when Cameron would slightly improve. Even when he hit the foot, or the hand- the instructor still encouraged him. One time, he accidentally hit the temple. It'd be a fatal hit, but it was way of his other ones. As Cameron looked over to the instructor with a questioned face and a shrug, he caught the instructor kind of checking him out. Cameron grinned, but decided not to torture the poor guy too much.
Cameron said he was ready for training with melee, so the instructor had left to go get a dummy for him to practice on. While he was waiting, Cameron started to twirl the spear around in his hand to keep himself entertained. He imagined it as a baton, one that people would use for entertainment purposes. As the instructor came back with the dummy, Cameron set the spear down and leaned on it slightly while he listened to the mans' instructions. After being told some quick pointers, he swung a little bit at the dummy. He had to remember that it was a longer weapon then most, so he had to keep control of the balance of it in his hand. Cameron swung, hitting the dummys' arm, hand and torso. He wasn't doing so bad, so he came to the conclusion that he was fine with using a spear. As he left, he decided to tease the instructor one quick time. What did he do? He slightly bit on the instructors lip, whispering a "Bet you wish more." before he left. He knew this was probably an improper thing to do, but, he didn't care.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2014 20:59:08 GMT -7
Raya wasn't very confident while in training. She was kind of the outcast, not really talking to anyone but feeling as if so many people had their eyes on her. She walked to the weapons training station and looked at the various weapons. Scanning over the weapons, the girl was glad not to see the weapon that made her cringe every time it came into her viewpoint: the whip. Thomas had used it on her for multiple occasions, and she had plenty of scars on her back from the horrendous way she was treated with the slim but hurtful weapon. She then saw a weapon she was familiar with. It was a knife in which she had used to cook but also kept in her whorehouse just in case someone had tried to hurt her too badly. Fortunately (or unfortunately), she never needed a reason to use the silver blade. But she taught herself how to use it in her free time. She was far from being a professional, but maybe she could use it in a simple fashion. She didn't want to hurt anyone with it in the least, but she knew that if she was going to make it far, she would need to further her skills in weaponry.
She didn't want to throw the knives, as she knew that would be a complete waste of her skills. She wanted to do close combat with one of the trainers. The girl looked feeble, yes, and maybe she was. But Raya had a small spark in her that wanted to fight--both physically and mentally. She wanted to fight this drug addiction, the feeling of hopelessness, and people looking down upon her. Of course, the fight was only small and she figured that she might be scared all of her life. Raya hoped that there was something better than loss and despair in her life, but she highly doubted it.
Holding the blade in her hand, she looked towards the trainers. There were a couple people private training around her, but she didn't pay any attention to them. She just wanted to practice alone. She turned her back to try and find Harrison, but she had no such luck. That was okay though, as she felt like he was starting not to like her anyways. For some reason, Raya seemed to have that affect on people. They would start out liking her and in the end they would either hate her or end up dead. Maybe she just wasn't a likable person, but that didn't matter now. What mattered was trying to keep the child safe and trying to find a way not to harm it.
Walking over towards the trainer, she nodded to him. "I'd like to fight in combat training please. I'll be fighting with a knife," she told him, and he laughed at her slightly. She looked down in embarrassment, but when he stopped laughing, he told her to start it off.
He definitely didn't go easy on her. She swung at him, and he backed off and hit her arm with a stick. She needed to have a faster reaction time. She really shouldn't have a problem with toughness or agility, especially in her profession, but it was just the shock that she was fighting for the first time. The guy swung at her, and she jumped back. Her reaction time should be on point now that she was ready for the attack. Raya swung her knife quickly at the guy, and it grazed the gear on his chest. She smiled just a bit. Raya was always a quick learner, or at least that was what Thomas had said about her. She didn't want to believe it, but maybe it benefited her in the end.
The spar went on for five minutes, each taking a jab at each other but Raya seeming to come out on top with her quick movements and her tough skin. Whenever the man hit her, it hurt, but not as much as it normally did with Thomas. Thomas and other Peacekeepers had hurt her a lot worse, but it did bring up her pain tolerance very much since she became his...prostitute. The girl had some anger and she used it out on the trainer, finally pointing the knife at his neck but not stabbing him, as she didn't want to hurt anyone, especially an innocent man.
Raya smiled at him when she was done. With a nod, she thanked him kindly and put the knife back onto the table. She wiped the sweat off of her forehead. She was happy with what she put on, but it was probably not enough to get sponsors. Her mindset on killing was very strict too, as though she was a prostitute, she had moral codes unlike her counterpart, who seemed to kill anyone and everyone in his way. Running her hands in her hair, the girl moved onto the next station, hoping to make some sort of an impression rather than be a disappointment.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2014 21:41:58 GMT -7
Ariadne had used axes for almost half of her life, and hatchets even longer, but it was hard to consider using them on other people. But she'd have to. This morning, the brunette stood in line for the weapons station, taking a moment to watch the blonde girl from 4 battle against four other trainers. It seemed a little crazy and made her look like a show-off, but the girl was holding her own. Ariadne recognized some of the basic moves from what Dominic had been teaching her, or from the general movement of a wielding a sharp-edged object, but a lot of it was foreign.
As she awaited her turn with a trainer, she lifted up the ax they had left out for practice. She tested the weapon in her grip, first just feeling it and then taking a couple of practice swings. It was weighted a bit differently than what she was used to, and her swings were a little clumsier than normal as she adjusted to the change. The blade was also more ornate than was necessary, double edged and curved too much. With a smile, she thought of the look her father would give to an ax like this one. He would disapprove and shake his head, saying it wasn't worthy of his crew - it was too pretty and not strong where it needed to be. No good for cutting trees. That didn't mean it wasn't deadly enough to humans though, and somehow that beautiful deadliness it had only made it seem that much more powerful.
Ariadne tried a few more swings - from the side, from the bottom, from the top, diagonally. On each swing, she stopped the ax dead in the air at a place she was purposefully aiming for, like her ax had hit a tree or another blade or... a person. When she was first allowed to use an ax at the age of 10, her father had made her first practice over and over in the air before ever getting near a tree or log. If you can't control your ax in the air, you can't control it anywhere, he had told her. At the time she had thought it was stupid, cutting through the air like a child while the rest of the crew worked and occasionally stopped to watch her. It had been hard to stop her ax where she wanted to back then, and she'd figured the wood of the tree would stop it where it needed to be stopped anyway. But that practice had come in handy when she advanced to trees. She had even used some of that concept when she started teaching Dominic how to use an ax. Now, in the training center, she made adjustments to the different ax and ran through the old, practiced swings. Ariadne's swings got more sure, more precise as she kept going.
After a few minutes she stopped, turning back toward the actual weapons station and catching her breath a little. The girl from 4 was done and the trainers were resetting the station. Going up to the nearest trainer, she said, "I'd like a sparring partner." The man let out a breath and nodded, picking up a short staff and a large, thick shield while another trainer set up the terrain. Holding her ax, Ariadne stood on the platform and waited for him to make the first move. After a moment, he did, jabbing at her side with the staff. She swung her ax down and deflected it. He paused again, clearly more used to his trainees attacking first, before he sent another blow toward her head. She stepped back to miss it and he stepped forward, aiming a second strike at her side. She moved to deflect it again but her deflection sent it toward her leg instead. She bit back any cry at the pain that resulted, forcing herself to put all of the focus on the fight itself.
She kept on the defensive for a bit, trying to learn from the more unfamiliar territory. She could employ some things she knew from sessions with Dominic, but the rules were very different with weapons involved. She sidestepped or moved around several of his attacks, saving the strength of deflecting them. One of his attacks hit her side and nearly made her fall, which left her wide open for his next attack at her legs. As soon as she landed on the ground she was pushing herself back up. That's when she moved to the offensive. Here was definitely where she was more comfortable, although her swings started out without their full force behind them. As they went on, she gave herself more to it and stopped holding back - this wasn't just sparring. This was training for how she could survive. Ariadne used two hands to wield the ax, and even though most of her hits were on the large shield or were deflected by the staff, she was pushing him back and not leaving a lot of room for him to try to attack. She varied up her attacks, trying out different angles and getting more and more lost in the motion of it.
The terrain changed, becoming hilly and rocky. One of her attacks missed, which gave her trainer an opening to hit that same side again. It hurt and she stumbled back, but managed to stay standing. When he attacked again she could block it, and her attacks had just a little more force behind them this time. After a couple more swings and blocks, a bell rung, signalling the end of their session. Mid-swing, Ariadne stopped her ax and lowered it to her side. Breathing heavily and sweating, she gave a small smile to her trainer and thanked him, who nodded in return as he went to reset the training area for the next tribute.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2014 18:02:21 GMT -7
Why do you even bother? Reko had been training all of his life. This week wasn't training so much as a warm up course as far as the cocky career was concerned. His first instinct was to head for the knives. To show off what he could do, to prove he wasn't just some cocky jerk that was all words and no real performance. And as he watched a couple of other tributes go at the knife throwing station, he was quite underwhelmed for the most part. He stood waiting his turn with his arms crossed ad a smug look on his face as he watched a younger tribute desperately try, but pathetically miss most of the time. He kept in a laugh, shaking his head instead at the young male who left the station feeling defeated. He definitely wouldn't make a fool of himself like that. He came up for his turn with a smirk and a wink to a female tribute before he picked up a couple of knives to weigh them in his hands a bit, curious if they were the same as back home. Smiling when he found they were close enough to what he was used to, he stepped up and took a good look at the assortment of placed targets.
The male from district 2 didn't hesitate, immediately taking the knife in his hand and throwing it at the target. His throw was clean, but didn't quite hit the center completely. Not that it was an accident either, he didn't want to come out too strong. It was more impressive to let their hopes down and them come out the end strong. Whoever they were, didn't matter. He was just showing off even to the audience in his own mind. He picked up another knife, throwing that at a second target toward his left and this time actually hitting dead center. His smirk grew with some pride, admiring for a second. But there was a timer, and so he reached and grabbed another knife, switching it to his left hand just to show he could do both. But it wasn't quite as precise as the last had been. It didn't miss entirely though, still hitting within the target. After that point he was fairly consistent, getting more and more accurate as he really got back into the swing of actual work after a couple of lazy days. He was doing well, smirking with the most cocky of looks on his face, but it seemed he was doing too good.
The young man slipped up, breaking his perfect streak nearly toward the end of his timer. One knife, one little blade, decided not to hit the target. And he would blame the knife over himself. It was out to get him he just knew it. More like he didn't want to feel like he messed up. One little mess up and his smug smirk turned into a deep scowl. Angrily he reached and grabbed two other knives, throwing them both at the same time with anger and force behind it. Much faster than he had been previously and without really pausing he threw all that he could until his time was out and the trainer stopped him. His arm was grabbed before he could throw another and the career turned toward the trainer angrily, pulling his arm away. He threw the one last knife while staring directly at the person, then stormed away in a bit of a hissy fit for missing one target out of the many he aimed for. One thing was certain though, his accuracy was actually improved by his anger if not a bit of overkill.
words// 615 notes// Any tributes mentioned are NPC. Hopefully this is alright? Weapons training 1 of 2.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2014 20:09:22 GMT -7
Why do you even bother? So the knives yesterday hadn't gone amazingly well for his emotions. Of course his successes outweighed the one miss in any measurement other than the one in his own head. Today he'd try a different one. He'd been trained i sword fighting as well, and the concept of a live trainer to fight against having really peaked his interest. So he found his way to the station, looking through the provided blades before he found one that felt heavy and substantial enough in his hands, as well as looked nice. He really wanted to look nice while pretending to kill someone. He wouldn't get as much of a choice in the actual arena he knew that. He looked over the chosen blade a little longer before he nodded to the trainer. He'd chosen to use the varying elevations rather than the flat floor, knowing the chance that the arena would be flat was very small. He looked to the trainer in protective gear, smirking a bit. "Ready when you are." He said.
The man swung for his legs to try and immediately knock him down, but Reko jumped up onto the platform behind him. He swung his sword to hit the trainer but the man blocked his swing with the weapon in his hand. Reko was fairly fast, but his strengths were in the brute force behind his swings and jabs. The trainer was strong, but after a few blocked tries Reko managed to hit the weapon out of the man's hands. He smirked a bit down at the man who he had positioned himself standing above through their fight. He swung and the trainer dodged, he jumped down and swung hard to knock the man down and successfully getting him down. Reko smirked as the man reached for his dropped weapon, stabbing at him and "killing" him. Reko stood over the man with the sword to his chest for a moment taking in that he'd won before stepping back and letting him up. The career didn't take long of a break though, jumping right into a second round.
Reko continued to fight against the trainer. He seemed to enjoy himself, smiling a bit like a child playing a game rather than someone preparing for defending himself in a fight to the death. He sure hoped some of the other tributes would provide this kind of a challenge in the arena. Something to actually make him work a bit. He wanted to win, but he didn't want an easy victory. As far as his mind was concerned he was the best there were. He consistently defeated the trainer until his time was up, thanking the man before he set the sword down and walked away with a proud look to his face. Much better than his embarrassing miss with the knife.
notes// Lame post. Weapons training 2 of 2.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2014 23:18:17 GMT -7
OOC: -pats Reko- It's okay, buddy. cx //lamer post
It was finally Calem's turn at the weapons station. He walked over to choose his weapon and immediately grabbed an axe. The Capitol-axe felt alien to him, different than the ones back at home, but he figured that using one must be the same or very similar. Still, he took a few practice swings to get used to the feel and motion of this new weapon as the tribute in front of him finished their training.
With alacrity in his step, Calem walked over to a trainer and requested for a sparring partner on rocky terrain. While the training floor was being prepared, the trainer put on layers of protective gear and picked up a staff. Calem waited, tossing the axe between his hands. At last, the floor was ready, and the trainer led Calem over. The instant both of the tribute's feet were on the rocks, the trainer lashed out at him with the staff. Calem was surprised by the sudden attack, but quickly deflected it with the blade of his axe. He slightly tilted the axe and knocked the tip of staff away, using the opening to lunge forward and slash at the trainer's padded chest. The trainer stumbled backwards a step and regained his balance. The staff flew towards Calem's head, but the boy managed to dodge and return the attack to the trainer's non-weapon arm. The trainer dodged as well, and aimed his next attack for Calem's side. Calem tried to block again by swinging his axe to intercept the blow, but that sent the staff into his gut. He grunted at the pain and tried to ignore it, while he began throwing attacks faster now. The trainer copied him and moved faster as well. Attack, block, miss the attack, parry, attack, dodge. Each attack that landed only seemed to whittle them down slightly--both refused to give up or fall. The fight was exhilarating, but grew increasingly boring as it went on.
After another dodge, instead of attacking again, Calem prepared to block. This confused the trainer, who was used to them alternating offensive and defensive each turn. The boy seized the opportunity and ducked, striking his opponent hard in the leg and tripping him. The trainer fell onto his back, his staff flying out of his hands. The battle was finally over. The trainer got back onto his feet and congratulated Calem, and he thanked the trainer for a good practice.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 11:01:53 GMT -7
Training was something Esme had been excited for since arriving in the capitol. She had worked with weapons almost her whole life so that station was the first one that she headed towards. For her first weapon she picked a nice set of throwing knives and she couldn't help but grin. She had always been better at throwing knives than her twin Jasper had been and now she wanted to show the capitol what she could really do.
She waited for the timer to be started before she threw her first knife and it hit the inner ring of the target. It was a decent throw but in her mind it was not decent enough. So the next knife she threw she focused on and within seconds the knife was sitting dead in the bullseye. She twirled the next knife in her hands before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. She focused on what was going on around her and after a few seconds she let go of the knife and it hit the next target almost in the bullseye.
She then turned around to try and throw some at the moving targets. It was all well and good being able to throw knives at stationary targets but being able to hit moving targets was the bonus. She threw her last four knives in quick succession, getting two more bullseyes and two more inner ring hits. Happy with her attempt after the timer stopped she headed over towards the weapons rack to pick her next weapon.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 11:11:22 GMT -7
Esme was happy with how her throwing knife training had gone and was excited to see what else the training center had to offer. So today she had decided on trainer combat sword fighting. She quickly chose a sword before readying herself to fight the man in protective clothing. She couldn't help but laugh and think that he looked pretty silly in all that gear but of course he needed to protect himself. "You certainly look comfortable in all that gear" she said and smirked at the trainer. The trainer wasted no time or words on Esme before swinging his own weapon towards her feet, trying to flip her over.
Esme had been paying attention though and managed to jump over the sword and roll along the floor, popping up behind the trainer and laughing. "Boo" she said as the trainer turned around and swung towards her. Their swords clashed and the two of them sparred for a good few minutes before Esme then swung her sword towards the knees of the trainer. The trainer took the hit but retaliated with a hilt to the chest, trying to knock her over. For a moment Esme felt slightly winded but she managed to pull herself together and throw herself back into the sparring. She quickly came at the trainer as fast and as fiercely as she could and after a few minutes she managed to disarm the trainer with a move that left her holding both her own and the trainers swords.
The trainer took a step back and nodded as the timer beeped the end of her session and Esme headed out of the training room with a large smile on her face.
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