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 Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2013 9:04 pm
 נєяιcнσ ☒ ＰＯＵＧＥ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ • ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ XXXXJust as Sergeant Franz called his name, he shifted his eyes to the ground. He knew this would happen, and of course, he prepared himself to be embarrassed once again. Once his Sergeant began speaking of Titans, he gulped by the sound of their name. Jericho glanced at him, and felt as if he were caught by a predator. Needless to say, his Sergeant made a good point. Jericho was being prejudice at someone he rarely knew. If anything, he could've been a short guy with incredible knowledge of fighting skills, and if that were the case, Jericho would've been sorry after the move he just pulled. Just as Sergeant Franz was finished with his calm, yet chilling, lecture, he shouted. Jericho winced, being slightly nerved by the Sergeant. Jericho didn't bother questioning anymore and walked off as if his own a** has been handed to him. He didn't need another combatant because he was already defeated.
Jericho continued to near Nuada, who was only a couple of feet away from him. There, Nuada reassured him that he wasn't as fragile as he looked. Of course Jericho couldn't take his word for it unless he witnessed something impressive for himself. Nuada was very friendly. He even introduced himself, which prompted Jericho to crack a smile and introduce himself back, "Jericho Pogue..." he paused, chuckling afterward "Show me what you've got. I'll go easy on you with a few jabs."
Before he got started, Jericho jogged in place to get his adrenaline running. Meanwhile doing that, he breathed steadily and braced himself with a steady and firm stance. His feet were rooted to the ground and he placed his fists up to his chin. Starting off, Jericho would normally strike incredibly quick, something his was credited for during his training and tournaments. However, considering this guy wasn't probably a fighter, he moved much slower, "Ready? Try to dodge 'em." he advised. He threw his left arm forward first and his right soon after, hoping to see how the cadet would react. Whether it'd be blocking or an evasive move, dodging them would be the best option. ＭＩＬＩＴＡＲＹxxxxxx
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 3:13 pm
● Ｊｏ ｓ ｈ ｕ ａ Ｕ ｒ ｑ ｕ ｈ ａ ｒ ｔ ● JOSHUARun, Cadet, run.Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams,
WE xxxxARE xxxxTHE xxNOBODIES xxxWANNA xxxxBE xxSOMEBODIES
WE'RE xxxDEAD xxxxWE xxxKNOW xxxJUST xxxxWHO xxxxWE xxxxARE
████████████ №✘ → ( ｙｏｕ ａｓｋ ｉｆ ｉ'ｍ ｓｅｒｉｏｕｓ ｗｈｙ ａｍ ｉ ａｃｔｉｎｇ ｓｏ ｇｌｅｅｆｕｌ? )
I gave my heart to the c ruel.... Now, it *╯will not(beat) again
You're on your own now. I won't sy/mpa/thise Any more.
Cos recently mine have been tearing my seams. 
Rygart? Now, which one is Rygart... His eyes scanned the other Cadets until his eyes landed on Ephraim, the small red-headed boy he'd seen before. Aha... I think that must be him. That's the guy who scared off those oafs... This'll be fun. He turned and sidestepped over to face his opponent, staring him down with a small smile and void eyes. Joshua knew not to judge people by size, and not just from watching Ephrain, and took the moment before Sergeant Moo gave the command to begin the spar to mentally prepare for a lot of dodging and swift counter-attacks.
He'd never been in a full-blown fight, simply little fist fights with people who did not like his tone or bigger kids who had challenged him in the hopes of an easy victory. For the most part, Joshua had won more of them, especially the fights in more recent years. Always, speed and cunning were what earned him victory; brute force never got him anywhere. If Ephraim had a similar way of fighting, this was either going to take a long time, or a very long time.
Even when Sergeant Franz shouted start, Joshua did not approach Ephraim. Rather, he moved a foot back and took a defensive stance, hands open, one pulled back to his shoulder and the other a few inches from his chin. It was easier to grab people this way, rather than balling their fists--at least that was what his brother and Benedikt had taught him. He also learned, avoid making the first move.
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 9:36 pm
=Ｒａｙａ ====== ⓇⒿ === Ｊａｃｋｏｎａｉ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
✧ Now his anger was simply delicious. It was so incredibly.. hot. Her normal teasing self quieted and she pressed her lips together, biting them on the inside. Jackass? Nah. Just playful. She stood in the normal salute, relaxing her lips, she listened to her orders. She was supposed to fight Cadet Alkaline. A slight thought about metal, she looked about for her sparring partner, the silver haired candy stick guy. Her body shifted to move, but a request for Nuada went out. Remaining still, she looked about for the requested Cadet. Eyes wandering around, she noticed yet another silver haired descendant. He wasnt as good looking as sugar cane dude, but she began wondering just how many silver haired children there were. With the command of go, she hugged herself and sighed as she went on her way to find her partner. " Ah man, SPF is so cuuutteeeee. " ✧ Walking over to her partner, she relaxed her arms and let them sway back and forth as she padded over to Ivan. Hands above her head, she looked at her almost foe. " So. A silver haired male eh? I thought us silver haired folk were rare. " Widening her stance, and her arms folded underneath her bust, she tilted her head and stared her fellow Cadet in the eye. " So, Ivan. Who throws the first punch?" ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ＣＡＤＥＴ
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 4:25 pm
Cadet- Ivan Alkaline (Fleischer)
Legion- N/A ಠ_ಠ "Life is nothing but a hunt........" ╔══════════════╗ Ivan looked around for his partner unsure of who is was he was looking for, Ivan felt a little lost looking around for his partner in sparring and it didn't make it any better that they were the first to go up. Ivan composed a small list of people he knew and began to check them off the list one by one becoming lost in his thoughts. Ivan, despite the little time he had to make the small list he had made in his mind found out who his partner was and began to search for the Silver Headed women who he had thought was attractive when he had first seen her.
Ivan began to look around for Jackonai but he was a little lost on some things that happened so it was all good either way. Ivan looked over to the person who came next to him, His face lighting up with recognition before he listened to her intently. Ivan gave a small smile "I do believe so we are rare as you said......But I never would have imagined that there would be more then three in one place." Ivan said although he never really thought twice about his hair color or if any one else had the same hair color. Ivan gave a slight hum "You could go first if you wish...." Ivan said a slight shrug his eyes going to her folded arms under her bust before looking back to her face a slight tint to le cheeks
╚══════════════╝ ".........But only the strongest survive"
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 2:28 am
 I bare my skin and I count my sins
I close my eyes and I take it in
I’m bleeding out. I’m bleeding out for you...████████████████████████ ㊤ ████████████
A moment of silence followed the departure of the King of the last humanoid city. Gerald remained steadfast and knelt while others around him remained standing, not paying the proper respects to the man who led them in an unstable peace within Wall Rose. Moments later, the Sergeant began to bark out at another cadet. Jackonai. Bloody hell, what did Raya do now to piss off the Sarge? Some time had passed between the first days and the new tasks at hand. Gerald had learned from hearsay and listening to the ramblings on of other cadets most of the names in this legion. Raya, Flamel, Ivan, Joshua, and of course Jericho. Of all the cadets, he seemed the most likely candidate to be offered the coveted spot within the inner sanctuary of Wall Sina. Military Police, what a cushy job. Gerald couldn't deny that the inner sanctuary was nice indeed, especially having been educated within the wall. Everything there was easier than out here. Then again, wasn't that the exact reason why Gerald became a soldier?
Gerald rose to his feet and fell in line with the rest of his legion mates. Sergeant Frans began barking more of the cadets' orders. Today was to be one on one fights. Lovely. Another way for the brash young upstarts to get themselves into a pissing contest to see who the biggest, baddest one on the planet was, at least among them. Perhaps more importantly though, something that Gerald of which he had very little knowledge. Gerald rolled his eyes downward and hung his head downward just enough to be noticeable. "s**t," he uttered. This word seemed to come out of his mouth more than any other since he joined the Legions. Going in, he had a feeling most of the other cadets were faster than he, considering he was five years the senior of even the older cadets, as many as twelve in the younger. Youthfulness and speed often went hand in hand. Who knows, some of them may even be stronger.
Finally, Gerald's name was called, matched up with Schwarz. Gerald grinned. Though he had yet to actually address Flamel personally, he had observed him enough to know he was very much a slacker. Didn't try hard, a bit weak in the head, and just prior to his own appearance, Gerald heard Flamel rambling on casually, as if completely forgetting the protocol of a soldier. What a powder puff. Too innocent for the harsh realities of the military. He was most likely headed to the Stationary Troops. Whatever, it wasn't Gerald's problem to deal with. He sought out Flamel through the crowd. In the background, some were getting their fights started already, while others were begging for different partners. Such nuisances. The loud, clear tone of the Sarge rang out in the valley. He was in a snarky mood, judging by the choice words he had for someone. Gerald looked over to see it was Pouge. Maybe that Police position inference was a bit hasty.
Finally, as the cadets cleared out and started getting involved, he caught the fiery red hair of Flamel Schwarz. He walked over to him, standing firmly behind the redhead and called out in a low tone. "Schwarz!" he said, waiting for him to turn around. As soon as he did, Gerald spoke loud for him to hear. "Follow me." Gerald then turned away, doing his best to avoid the conflicts of the soldiers around him. Most of the areas were being taken already. They needed more room if they were going to fight, so not to be interrupted by any of the others nearby. When Gerald finally found a proper spot with room, he turned around to find where Flamel had moved. When his eyes locked onto him, Gerald put up his fists and took a crab boxer's stance, arms crossed at his chest, slightly stooped over leaning out toward Flamel. It was a peculiar style, something he couldn't remember where he picked up but worked on the only two occasions he got in a full fight.
"Come on," Gerald said, and began to pick up his foot pace waiting for Flamel's first move.
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...And hopelessness is sinking in
The wolves all cry when your eyes are red
And emptiness is all you know With the darkness fedooc: I was expecting L to post beforehand, but I guess not. Hope this will suffice. I will be your scarecrow
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 9:11 pm
Flamel Schwarz Cadet
"What's life without having a little fun? If we're all grim and terrified all the time, is life really worth living? We need to crack a grin once in a while and remember that we need more than to just survive...we need to find a way to live like people, not like penned cattle." ╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬
When Sergeant Franz called them to attention, Flamel joined the line, standing beside his fellow Cadets with his hands still tucked in his pockets. At the very least, his face was wiped clean of the smirk he had moments earlier, a more plain expression replacing it as he awaited instruction. When Franz explained the nature of their exercise, a small grin returned. One on one fighting eh? Interesting. Despite fighting the gigantic, monstrous Titans, the military still had its roots he supposed. Hand to hand combat was still a pillar of the fighting forces. Good thing his father made the effort to teach him CQC. Well, at least the best teachings he could provide with only a single arm. He may not be the best, but he could handle himself in a fight. Probably not against a dozen guys, but one one one should be perfectly alright. Removing his hands from his pockets, Flamel pressed a right fist against his open left palm, producing a noticeable crack from the knuckles. Repeating the same with his left hand, the red haired Cadet listened for his pairing. "Cadet Pine..." Flamel mumbled under his breath, repeating Sarge Franz's assignment. Glancing around, he spotted Cadet Pine, who he noticed from the previous training exercise was the eldest among all of them. Or, at least, most likely the eldest given by his appearance. His demeanor and appearance emanated the discipline of a grizzled man. Someone who probably endured hard times some how. Why else would someone join the military so late, unless they were out of options or had specific reasons to. Nevertheless, Flamel saw the elder man as a peer. They were all maggots and trash and whatever other manner of abusive terms the Sarge called them until they graduated anyway.
Beside him, another Cadet, Pouge he believed, was asking for an alternate partner, only to receive a faceful of rage. Nice. His shouting elicited a snicker from Flamel, his grin growing a few centimeters wider before a voice behind him snatched his attention away from the distraction. Turning around, Flamel came face to face with Cadet Pine, who beckoned for him to come above the clamor of his peers. Catching his words, the red haired Cadet nodded in understanding. "Sure." he replied, swerving around the beginning battles of the other cadets, trailing behind Pine until he came to a spot. Their eyes briefly met, and in that moment, Pine took a combat stance, raising his fists and taking a wide fighting stance, akin to a crustacean almost. It was fascinating. Unique. He had never seen anything like it. Well, it wasn't like he was an expert of fighting styles. He only had his own. Taking a few step forwards, Flamel nodded his head respectfully to Pine. "Let's have a good fight." the red hair Cadet said, his voice sincere, flashing a little smile as he raised his head.
Seconds later, Flamel's smile was completely erased from his face, his eyes taking on a solemn gaze. Breathing in through his nose, Flamel slowly dragged his feet across the earth, the soles of his boots grinding against the gravel on the ground. Leading with his right foot, Flamel placed his left foot a short distance diagonally behind it. Raising his right hand, he clenched it into a soft fist, keeping his left palm open and hovering beside his extended right arm that was only partly bent at the elbow. Finally prepared, the red haired Cadet released a long, drawn out breath through his mouth, his eyes locked on his opponent. "Take the first swing." he goaded in return. He preferred striking second, countering first before turning the tide and taking the offensive. Though in some instances, the initiative won the match, but this time, he preferred to wait and retaliate with critical, disabling strikes that often ended fights quickly.
╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬╬ (OOC: Sorry about the delay in posting. I had some family issues arise this week, but they're mostly resolved, so I'm back.)
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Robotic Zamat Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 2:49 pm
Sergeant Peter Franz
...................................Stationary Legion Prater.......Dark Prater
"Happiness can exist only in acceptance."- George Orwell
Peter snorted again and again until he found himself settling a bit. Sometimes the questions he heard from cadets were seriously irritating. Did they really think they would join the military and would actually have any say in what they would do? It seemed they did, which astounded him. Peter had not thought that anyone would think of the military as a freaking democracy and wondered where on Earth this idea could have come from. It was quite beyond him. Or was it simply that the idea of rank and order was so strange to younger people? Or was it just that he, himself had been in the military for so long that he could not remember anything else?
He had recently turned thirty, an age not usually reached in his line of work. And he had started early as well, way back when he was less than half is current age. This made him think as he watched the Cadets line up and face one another, beginning to exchange hits in rather clumsy and uncertain ways.
Half of the kids before him would not live to even close his age, which was weird, as the big 'three-oh' was not even a third of a human's about 100 year old natural life-span. But soldiers these days generally lived fast and died young. It was a 'necessary evil', in a way. Many married very young as well, leaving non-military spouses with children when they eventually never come home, knowing that they had, at least, left behind a legacy they had done their best to protect. Peter had lost count of how many times he had had to break the news to the loved one of such people. He wondered if the reason why he was still alive was that he had none and could not afford to go yet. Whatever the reason, he also knew that luck also played an integral role in his sill being alive and more-or-less in working order
Watching the Cadets critically as he mused upon his own thoughts, Peter knew he was looking at some of his future squad-mates and people he would have to work together with. As such, he was going to make sure that they were fully capable of doing so.
Right now, however, all he had to do was to observe and note.
"Bad humor is an evasion of reality; good humor is an acceptance of it."-Malcolm Muggeridge
(OOC: We've all had busy days, but how about we try to run this section down quick and flat, get the Ability test out of the way and get into the 3DMG Training ASAP? wink Then we can get the Final Test done and get onto REAL missions!! What say you guys? wink )
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 1:17 am
=Ｒａｙａ ====== ⓇⒿ === Ｊａｃｋｏｎａｉ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
✧ Nodding lightly as her partner spoke, Raya dropped her arms, rocked forwards to her tiptoes and leaned towards the silver haired man. He was blushing, how cute. " Neh neh Ivan. You know how to solve the issue of the lack of silver haired babies? You and I could make some. " Alrighty. So. Maybe she was feeling incredibly flirty today. She had a good sleep, a good meal in her belly, and her confidence was renewed. " Ladies first? Alright well.. if you say so. " Resting herself flat on her feet, she took a stance with her knees slightly bent, feet at a semi 90 degree angle position, and hands raised to her face. A boxer stance. She then threw forth a rather powerful punch, and if she missed, it would be powerful enough to have a pretty solid momentum. If she missed, and if he didn't counter, she would either roll forward, or flip right onto her back. Limiting herself was never one of her strengths. Go hard or go home right? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ＣＡＤＥＴ
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Posted: Sun Oct 06, 2013 9:28 am
Cadet- Ivan Alkaline (Fleischer)
Legion- N/A ಠ_ಠ "Life is nothing but a hunt........" ╔══════════════╗ Ivan's mouth opened trying to find something to say only to close his mouth with the light tint turning into a heavy blush. But Ivan snapped out of his stupor not to long after seeing his opponent taking a fighting stance and watched closely as she threw punch, Ivan had no real stance he was all about letting someone show a weakness before he moved in for a strike. Ivan did nothing as the punch connected to the bottom of his ribs and just above his stomach, He winced the strike hurt a lot but it was a small price to pay to gain evaluate her strength....It hurt really bad and he couldn't help but bring his hands up to clutch the area that had been hit and taking a step back a grim expression on his face.
Ivan coughed slightly and looked to Jackonai his expression no longer grim, Ivan stood to his full height weather it be intimidating or not Ivan had become serious he now viewed Jackonai as if she was prey and he would not stop until the prey was slaughtered and being cooked above a open fire. Thou Ivan was still greatly sore in his lower chest that did not stop him from cocking his fist back and taking a single step forward with his fist coming down towards Jackonai although the soreness in his chest kept him from cocking back all the way for a better hit.
╚══════════════╝ ".........But only the strongest survive"
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 12:51 pm
Adonis Nuada Military Cadet In Training Don't you know looks are deceiving?
Is it your eyes or heart that's misleading?
Is it the truth or lies you are seeking?
Is there solace in knowing and believing?  Adonis watched as Cadet Pouge began to jog in place preparing himself for the spar. Adonis' fighting instructor told him to keep moving so it would be harder for the opponent to hit him, but when it came time for an attack to be thrown his way Adonis always became stiff like a statue in his best guarding position. Adonis' greatest strength was in his ability to absorb impact using his forearms like a shield, however he knew this wouldn't help him when he faced the Titans. His training would help him when he was facing a human opponent, but against the Titans he had only two choices - fight and kill the Titan or run away. He was here now because he didn't want to run and hide anymore. He wanted to be strong so he could fight and win. Adonis saw the first attack coming at him slowly and in reaction his protective instincts activated. He knew this fight wasn't like the fights in the past where people were trying to hurt him badly, but still his body reacted the same way. In a quick passing second the though raced through him ''Guard yourself." as Adonis clutched his fists then he brought his arms together and up to cover his face. He couldn't see the fists coming towards him, but he could hear his opponent's breath and clothing moving as Jericho did. As the first of the strikes made contact Adonis' muscles in his forearms tightened making then hard to absorb the impact while Adonis stood completely still in that protective stance while the second strike came quickly after. "Guarding is something I've come to be good at over the years, but I can fight too." Adonis said as he brought his arms down about a foot then he quickly lifted his left leg up towards Jericho's head. A flashback triggered in his mind as he remembered using this same move against a bully that had been beating him up, but he used too much force in the attack and broke the kids nose in the process. The flashback caused Adonis to decrease the speed of the attack as his foot got closer to Jericho's head. He didn't want to hurt him. He wasn't like those kids that made fun of him and treated him bad. Jericho wanted to fight the Titans and save people just like Adonis. Jericho was a good person. | Location: 2nd Legion Training Grounds | Company: Cadet Pouge | Actions: Sparing. | Thoughts: Things will be different this time. He is strong and I won't hurt him. | OOC: Sorry for delay in replying. Lets get the show on the road XD (Spar Status: Post 1/3) |
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 12:25 am
נєяιcнσ ☒ ＰＯＵＧＥ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ • ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ XXXXImpressive. The kid had some fight in him. Jericho was sort of taken aback when the kick blocked his jabs so well and eventually lifted his leg to send a kick to his face. In kick boxing, being evasive was a primary tool that was taught to students. Jericho was quick not only at physical hits, but dodging too. Jericho, with ease, used his torso to guide his head to the side, along with the rest of his body. This eventually, had him pumped, and he couldn't wait to see how deep into battle they could go with two skilled fighters. Jericho liked a challenge half the time.
With forearms like that, Nuada could block almost anything. When training in kickboxing, his trainer used arm guards in order to withstand certain hits the students gave. Jericho looked at Nuada and spoke, "Alright, I'm going to get a little more intense here..." he warned. He knew the purpose of this fighting wasn't for Titans. A puny kick wouldn't hurt a Titan, however, with skills such as Jericho's and Nuada's they could always use it to their advantage when doing collaborations with teammates and what not. It'd be very effective.
Jericho placed his fists up again, and brought his legs apart, a little more than a shoulders length. He danced on his toes back and forth to put a spring into his next move. Without even hesitating, or holding back, Jericho brought up his left his thigh, with his knee slightly bent at a ninety degree angle. After fully lifting his thigh, he jolted his knee forward, allowing his shin to fly forward. He grunted, hoping that Nuada would probably block the strike in time. If not...it'd be a horrible accident. Jericho did manage to get carried away sometimes in situations like these.
((Spar post 2/3)) ＭＩＬＩＴＡＲＹxxxxxx
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 10:49 am
Adonis Nuada Military Cadet In Training Don't you know looks are deceiving?
Is it your eyes or heart that's misleading?
Is it the truth or lies you are seeking?
Is there solace in knowing and believing? Adonis smiled for a brief moment when Jericho warned he was going to fight more aggressively. Adonis wasn't afraid and on the contrary he was actually starting to have fun now. It felt like the sparing matches he had with his teacher. His teacher would put a marker on his body like a target Adonis had to hit and then his teacher would do everything he could to protect that marker from attacks while retaliating whenever given the chance. This training helped Adonis to focus his attacks onto a specific part of the body rather then just hitting things randomly. As Jericho brought up his left knee Adonis began to crouch down so that his forearms could be used to block the strike. Adonis winced as Jericho's knee came in contact with his arms. The force behind the attack was stronger then before, so Adonis decided it was time he step up his game as well. Balancing himself on his left foot Adonis made a quick sweeping motion with his right leg towards Jericho's right foot which was currently bearing most of his weight. If the attack was successful it could knock Jericho off balance, but the attack could be avoided by either jumping upwards or jumping back away from Adonis. It was a strange feeling for Adonis to be fighting this way. It wasn't with the intent to hurt each other, instead it was to help each other get stronger. Adonis enjoyed fighting like this, but again he wondered how it would help against the Titans. At the very least it helped build physical strength and endurance so a fighter could keep going on the battle field perhaps. "Is this some kind of test to see who the strongest fighters are and if so what will happen to the people who don't fair well I wonder?" Adonis imagined having to do pushups and squats until sundown if he failed the evaluation. For now he tried not to think about it and focused on the feeling he had before of enjoying the fight as if everything else didn't matter. He had this same feeling when he was challenged by his teacher for skill mastery. He matched his teacher blow for blow for almost four minutes straight until he was finally able to bring his teacher down with that sweeping kick movement and then Adonis pined him ending the fight and his training sessions. Adonis was now considered a master in both his fighting styles, but that didn't mean there wasn't room for him to grow and improve. You never stop learning new things until the day you die was the last lesson he was given before saying his farewells. | Location: 2nd Legion Training Grounds | Company: Cadet Pouge | Actions: Sparing. | Thoughts: -- | OOC: (Spar Status: Post 2/3) |
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 7:41 pm
נєяιcнσ ☒ ＰＯＵＧＥ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ • ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ ▅ XXXXOh, how unlucky poor Jericho was. What a foolish thing to do: underestimate his opponent. Nuada went in for the kill since Jericho had an opening. Since Jericho was now standing on his right leg, there wasn't much of a chance for Jericho to jump over Nuada's kick and land perfectly. Overall, he was doomed.
Jericho felt his leg collide with Nuada's and he lost his balance. With such swiftness, Jericho's foot lifted from the ground, sending his body backwards and both legs in the air. Finally landing backwards, he plummeted unto the ground with a harsh grunt. After a small wince, he opened his eyes and stared into the sky. He was breathing pretty heavily and he turned his head over to Nuada. Looking back in the previous direction, he sat up and looked at him, "Good job..." he congratulated. Although he felt very defeated and embarrassed... again, he had to laugh it off. He chuckled, exposing all of his pearly whites "You got a lucky shot in," he said bringing his legs up and resting his arms onto them, "I'll win if we ever fight again," he said looking over at the others fight.
((Spar post 3/3))
((Guys hurry and finish, lol. I don't have much of a life, sooo...)) ＭＩＬＩＴＡＲＹxxxxxx
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 8:46 pm
Adonis Nuada Military Cadet In Training Don't you know looks are deceiving?
Is it your eyes or heart that's misleading?
Is it the truth or lies you are seeking?
Is there solace in knowing and believing? Adonis was suprised to see Jericho go down hard and when he started breathing a little heavy Adonis worried he may have hurt his training partner. Adonis was about to ask if Jericho was alright, but he answered the question by sitting up and smiling. Adonis sat down on the ground to watch the rest of the spars as well. When Jericho gave Adonis his challenge it made Adonis smile. "I'll be glad to spar with you again anytime. Probably the next time we fight will be out there against the Titans as comrades in arms. Lets do our best to keep everyone safe and come back home." Adonis had a strange serious tone to his voice while his mind raced with thoughts he couldn't quite express with words. In the short time Adonis spent with the other cadets he already felt close to them and he didn't want any of them to die. The only way to truly be safe is to fight and drive the Titans back for as long as possible. Freedom was not without sacrifice, but losing friends for that freedom was hard to bear. Adonis finally understood why his mother couldn't watch the soldiers coming home and always had tears in her eyes while everyone else cheered for their return. She was crying for those who didn't make it back. Adonis looked over towards a pair of silver haired cadets fighting near by. The girl he recognized to be Raya Jackonai who stood in line before him during the obstacle course and taught that pervy old man a lesson in manners. Adonis admired her strength and spirit. She could take care of herself, while Adonis had always relied on the help of others to see him through adversities. At first his mother and then his fighting teacher and now Sergeant Franz and the other cadets. The strength of other people helped Adonis reach inside to find his own strength. Raya's sparing partner Adonis only knew by name and appearance to be Ivan Alkaline from the attendance role calls. It would be interesting to see what kind of fighting moves he knew. Ivan allowed Raya to go first and that proved to be a big mistake as she hit him hard in the lower stomach area. Adonis winced away from the impact then he said "Remind me not to get on her bad side. Alkaline should guard himself better or he could get hurt pretty bad." Adonis was then watching the fight pensively to see what would happen next. | Location: 2nd Legion Training Grounds | Company: Cadet Pouge | Actions: Watching the other matches. | Thoughts: -- | OOC: (Spar Status: Post 3/3) |
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 4:09 pm
=Ｒａｙａ ====== ⓇⒿ === Ｊａｃｋｏｎａｉ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
✧ A slight toothy smile infected her face as she felt her strike land, and hearing his responce made her enjoyment just a little bit more. When she looked up from under her bangs, the cherry flirtatious eyes of the Jackonai a few moments ago was gone. Just like when she ran the course, she had put aside her bubbly state and became incredibly focused on her foe in front of her. Cheery eyes now steely grey, she allowed her body to stop with its motion and her dominant foot slid forward a slight bit as she bent her knees some more when Ian brought himself to his full height. His expression was beautiful, and she knew the look her opponent owned. It was a look of a hunter, and sometimes, it was fun to be the prey. His swing was good, but a little wide. Rotating herself so that she lightly touched his wrist, she spun herself so now her back was against his front. She turned with a little more force than intended, and considering how he was moving forward, their bodies met with a solid thunk. Now, part two. Her hands were still raised during the rotation, and now with his arm above her shoulder, she quickly reached up with her right hand to grab a hold of his wrist, flip it over so his arm would rotate and his wrist would face the sky, the rest of his arm hopefully to follow, and using her shoulder as leverage she would yank down as hard as she could, putting immense stress on the elbow, and use her left to jab upwards at the joint. The body had many interesting weaknesses. If you could manipulate a joint, you could bring a person to their knees, and often worked best when the opponents motion was used against them. Hopefully, this attack went well, otherwise she was in perfect position to be trapped against him, and as flexible as she was, she couldn't pull off a kick to the head. A vulnerable place for something that could very well pay off.
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