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 Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 8:20 pm
Turner stood, arms crossed as she confered with her 'teaching assistant' rolling her eyes and letting her cigarette fall from her lips to the floor, crushing it under a boot in response to the unspoken request. Tyven hated smoking, just like she hated drinking and other drug use. Straight-edge, Turner called her.
Still, the serious girl was an excellent student, surpassing Turner in many ways already [damn that Kuyoja for providing her with additional technique!], and now she was here to help Turner with a student she thought could provide a challenge.
Zyanya didn't know much about fighting yet, not like that nice boy, Chath, or Tyven, but she did have the fire. The fire of a trouble-maker. Besides, the exercise would do Tyven some good, if Zyanya was interested.
"Look, we're just going to give her the opportunity to try out skills she's already learned in the classroom."
Tyven didn't respond, hands clasped behind her back as she waited for the other D-corp experiment to arrive. Dressed casually [ for her ] in a tucked-in white button-up, jeans, knee-high boots, a belt, and gloves, the young woman's hair was loosely tied back in a bun.
This outfit, of course, pending Zyanya's agreement, would change.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 9:19 am
To be honest Zyanya was more than a bit excited about her class, she itched to try out her methods with the magical enhancement along with fighting. She wondered if she would be allowed to do it, she practiced the magic stuff more than the fighting making her faster and more prone to overindulge her need for violence.
Out of comment sense she had her hair tied back in a pony tail, she hated getting her hair in her face..and learned quickly whipping around tended to get strands of hair whipping you back. She wore a excercise top that seemed like more of a sports bra, and shorts and arm socks that reached up to the first arm spear on both limbs.
Upon entering the classroom she was a bit starteled to find Tyven there. Was...this the right class? She swallowed her surprise trying to not suddenly feel nervous. It had been a long time since she had see the girl and many parts of her wanted to show that she was just as strong as the rather focused and disiplined girl.
"Yo." She offered the greeting though it lacked the enthusiam she was trying to achieve.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 8:21 pm
"Ah, there you are!" Turner's grin was gigantic as she spotted the gothic mantis, and she reached out a hand to clap onto Zyanya's shoulder, gesturing to Tyven.
"This is my assistant, Tyven. She'll be working with you today, if that's alright with you."
Tyven's tone was neutral, her general, husky monotone as she let her gaze run over Zyanya, evaluating the young woman. "Hey." It'd been a long time since they'd seen each other, when Zyan had tried to get Tyven to join her gang with Terpsichore. Unfortunately, or not, Tyv was a nonconformist and refused to pierce her body for an initiation right. Since then they hadn't spoken. It was strange how long you could go without seeing someone in a facility like this.
Interesting attire she had on. Tyven didn't participate in the conversation, letting Turner take the limelight as she reached up with one hand to begin unbuttoning her shirt.
"I don't think you kids here get enough hands on practice with anything, and Tyven's the best. She won't hurt you, so don't worry, but I think it'd be a nice challenge to throw yourself up against. What do you say, girl?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 9:55 am
At the hand on her shoulder she resistered the urge to shrug it off, she glanced at Tyven again when the teacher informed her that Tyven was her assistant. A slight frown tugged at the corner of her lips, she had heard from Chath about Tyven's physical prowress and it only made her more dertermined to show the girl she was good too.
At the mentioning of hands on experience she recalled her last melee class with the red headed teacher Kuyoja...it hadn't gone over well. She had ended up leaving the class in a huff.
And right now...she couldn't figure what was worse. The fact she felt like she was competing against Tyven or the sheer idea that Tyven was more than likely better than her at it.
"Yeah, challanges are good...we allowed to use," She paused the word magic seemed like cheating, "Skills from other classes?" She iquired.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:23 am
Tyven's head tilted slightly as she watched Zyanya, examining the changes in the girl's posture, tone, and facial expressions. Lavender eyes narrowed slightly as she finished with her shirt, turning to slip it onto a hook on the wall. Her black, racer-back tank top was now exposed, showing purple and white skin and hard muscles.
"Skills from other melee classes?" Turner laughed, glancing over her shoulder at Tyven, who calmly nodded. "Well, sure. What else would you be using? The goal here is to start with the basics, improve upon your responses and learn what really works, and what doesn't, against a live opponent. You're in good hands, though. Tyven's been sparring since she was a wee thing."
Now a very tall 'thing', Tyven bent at the waist to remove her boots, the noise of the zipper the only sound she made.
"So!" Turner clapped her hands for emphasis. "Let's get those shoes off and get you both geared up!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:24 am
(murr stupid posting glitch)
Zyanya looked over the pair before she crossed her arms across her chest. Despite being older than Tyven now she felt...so inferior to the girl it made her bristle. On edge she force a smile that was a bit lopsided.
"Not ...exactly from melee..." She stated after a moment but she watched as Tyven removed her shirt and hung it up. She watched as she removed her shoes and then relunctantly did the same. She wasn't nearly as tall as Tyven. Hell...she was lucky she was about average. Constantly drwafed by her brother though she didn't seem too bothered by the height difference, more so the physical difference set her off.
Once she had removed her shoes she looked to Turner and then wondered what exactly she meant by geared up.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:26 am
"Well, in that case, you'll have to discuss what you'd like to do with Tyven, as I'm a melee instructor, not a "not exactly from" instructor!" Turner's cheerful tone was accompanied by a loud clap and she opened a closet, pulling out wrapping tape, headguard and a mouthguard for Zyanya. Gesturing toward Tyven, who already had her own such gear, she clearly expected the teen to follow the snake's example.
Tyven carefully wound the tape around her palms, knuckes, and wrists, before doing the same to her feet. The headguard was put on, but the mouthguard was held in hand, as she waited to discuss details with Zyan. One arched brow was held high out of slight curiosity.
"You want to use magic." It wasn't a question, and the snake stared at Zyanya for a long moment. The point of the sparring was to improve melee skills, not to win a fight [for there was no doubt about who would win], but it seemed the mantis wanted to make things more competative.
"Fine." Tyven put in her mouthguard.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:19 am
The mantis watched as Tyven 'geared' up, wrapping her hands the mouth gaurd looked unpleasant and the headgaurd ugly. Not that she was a fashion diva, it was just how she felt.
"Hrn...well the magic Mr. Barkhelm taught me was to help increase my speed, " She explained though somehow addmitting she have to use it to even stand a chance against Tyven made her more irked,
"Never mind...I won't use it.." she grumbeled as she would rather not in a sense cheat. Though it was very tempting. She went and took the items she needed looking at the headpeace like it was...some horrible brain sucking monster before finally putting it on, she wrapped her hands as best as she was able to before looking at the mouth peice in disgust.
It was easy to see that Zyan was awkward, awkward around women. Something about being in their presence made her on edge unsure of what to do or say, she was use to being with guys...having a female partner just seemed..wrong.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:53 am
"If you are trained," Tyven's voice was eerily calm as she finished the wrapping on her left hand, holding up and flexing the fingers before her to examine the job, "Then you have every right to exercise your skill. It is the same to me as my own training." Slit-pupiled eyes cut over to Zyanya, a flash of her fangs in a slight smile as she looked the girl over.
"You have put time and effort into it, which qualifies you to use to. I have no objections." It was interesting, Zyan's discomfort, considering that Tyven had been told she had the demeanor of a man. Of course, she didn't, exactly, but the confidence and cold focus were traits often associated with the male sex.
She was perfectly comfortable in the gear, which didn't look half bad, once one was accustomed to it. Her mouth-guard, when she tucked it into her mouth, fit perfectly, due to frequent use. Striding over to the floor mats, she turned to Zyanya, settling back into a relaxed, ready position before gesturing to the other girl to 'come at' her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 9:11 am
Due to Zyan's genetics she had the uncanny skill of speed and relflexes, with the magic she used it made her even faster. But she was not really trained in the arts of sparring. Brawls...sure she could throw a punch when she saw an opening, but fighting against someone like Tyven was more than a bit intimidating it was agravating.
It was strange, since she use to a long time ago consider Tyven a friend, but that time between meetings seemed to just make things more awkward between them. Giving a snort she wouldn't resort to magic to make things more to her advantage unless she needed to.
Perhaps it was the fact Tyven had a very masculine air about her that made her on edge. She sensed a masculine air around Tyv but her brain kept running into a wall that spelt out WOMAN when it came from the younger girl. Still she looked to the mouth gaurd again before she slipped it into her mouth.
It felt strange...half a mind to spit it out she cast a look to Turner before she went to join Tyven on the matt. Her pales eye stook in everything. If that was one thing she had extremely good vision, she could note any detial if she actually paid enough mind to. She setteled herself into a mimicked pose of Tyven's, though not nearly as comfertable as she wasn't use to using such a stance.
Her wings trembeled on her back as adrenaline was starting to mount, she wanted to strike out she wanted to show what she was capable of.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 12:06 pm
A smile touched the corner of Tyven's full mouth as she caught scent of the other girl's eagerness and she shifted her weight slightly, content to simply wait it out. Zyanya wouldn't be able to wait for long, she knew, judging by the mantis' temperment, and then Tyven would be ready.
Zyanya was faster, though Tyven was unbelievably fast as well, with superior strength, but Tyven was wary. It would definitely be an interesting match, one that [unless either of them made a big mistake] would probably last a good while.
It was interesting, to Tyven, that the last time they'd really spoken, Zyanya had tried to convince Tyven to join her gang, though the indigo snake had refused to go through an initiation ritual.
Rather than focusing on any one part of Zyanya's body, Tyven kept her gaze loose and neutral, waiting to pick up any slight motion that would hint at a coming attack.
That familiar thrill was starting to creep up her skin, and she resisted the urge to laugh as they loosely circled one another.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 9:48 am
Despite everything it felt like she was brimming with encased energy, her extra legs were no longer loose but poised. She had learned to use them to spear in another class, one that involved fruit. So she was capable of controlling their every movement quite fluidly.
Her attenna twitched as they continued to circle each other, it seemed now to come down to a battle of patience rather than strength and skill. Still despite genetics her patience was dwindling quickly and though she hated to be the first to strike out she moved forward. She ran on the balls of her feet for what reason other than she always did.
She had never made much use of spikes the projected out of her forarms, as they seemed a bit more lethal that she honestly cared for. She had..skill, if very raw skill. She was a brute in her tactics, unrefined and painfully naive when it came to a real fight. Not to mention stubborn. A direct attack was what she started for first. Fist coming out for the other girl, she was a brawler...definantly no master.
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Posted: Wed Sep 22, 2010 8:04 pm
Tyven was used to the sight of fists flying toward her, and was intimidated. Rather than blocking, jamming, or backing away, she decided to go with a more complicated, fluid technique.
Side-stepping to the left, she deflected Zyanya's strike with an open palm to the back of her elbow. Rather than closing in and taking the girl to the ground from behind, she decided to kick her loose, pushing her back, hard, to send the mantis in the opposite direction, and create space between them to circle once more.
Tyven wasn't jumping into this. Why? She was carefully observing Zyanya's tactics. She wasn't trained, though she had raw, natural skill.
A smile flickered briefly across her face.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 10:29 am
There was something about fighting an opponent that you just couldn't strike properly, or strike at all. Something that made her angry with herself, he lack of training, her lack of serious study in the art of this fighting. It made her want to better herself, it almost made her want to try harder.
But she wasn't the type to study, finding the repetition to be boring and uninteresting. Zyanya lived in the moment, and her DNA gave her an edge but not enough to really drive it home. She turned to savagery, not on purpose but on instinct. A praying mantis was a skilled killer, but it stood still and waited for its prey to make the first move.
And so she stopped, completely and utterly still her gaze watching Tyven as she barely moved...or seemed to breath. Her entire body hummed with tense energy, she looked ready to pounce...but she was waiting.
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