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Zinkenite nodded at the two young women assembled before him, One in brown's and one in slate-like blues.
The building behind him was one of the forgotten, due to be gutted and refitted into apartments or offices, sometimes both. The struggle to keep the city growing while it thrashed and twitched in the throws of the strange events that plagued it continued. If only they could understand the battle that was waged in the underbelly of this beast of brick and mortar.

"Behind us..." Zink said in calm tones as he lifted a long wooden down from the ground and examined its ends.
"Is a fire escape." this was obvious for anyone to see, the rusty creaky shaky contraption might provide great suspicion if it could hold the weight of one of them let alone itself, but he continued.

"We, each of us, have strengths and weaknesses in how we fight. That's something I need to know about in order to formulate team strategies.
HOWEVER, I also... want to make sure that NO one on my team is caught without at least rudimentary practice defending themselves, and working together. Most of all...we all know it can be hard to work in small spaces, if you can work in a small space I believe you can work anywhere... learn to use your surroundings to your advantage. That's why we're here."

By now he had taken a thick bar of yellow chalk and bound it, with great determination to the end of the dowel so that it was a yellow powdery spear. He then handed them each a thick piece of chalk. One pink for Fayalite, and one Lavender for Selenite, he himself then took a thick blue one.

"I'll be doing these exercises too... you'll be thrilled I have no doubt at the chance for powdery revenge. The point is of corse, to walk away with the least amount of chalk on you. The first excersise is close combat in confined space. Drawing boxes on the ground is too ambiguous... so up you go, first landing please... on my mark you may begin, I'll time you... three attempts each make them count... any questions?"

He glanced between them both expectantly.



((Roll 1 d 20 per each 'strike' - 10 and under is a miss, 11 up is a strike, rolling a 18-20 is a 'critical strike' aka lethal target chalk smear, rolling a one means you just impaled yourself on the opponents chalk earning an extra chalk strike.

Regular strikes are worth 1 point each
Critical strikes are worth 2 for those feeling competitive.

Please note that Zink will have a small advantage for being captain in his strikes - 17 and up will be critical and he hits from 10 and up, misses from 9 and down))

**creativity will be 'rewarded' **

Selenite hadn't said anything since Zinkenite started talking; this was important and proper introductions would have to wait, apparently. Still, it was nice to finally be able to put a face to the name of the other member of the team. Unaware of her captain's request that Fayalite keep an eye on her, Selenite returned the quick glance with one of her own, blue eyes flickering over the other girl. Fayalite looked capable, certainly. Then again, she wouldn't have been on this team unless she was.

As the explanation continued, the bluenette nodded her understanding. How utterly typical of him to be this well-prepared. This would certainly prove useful, though she had to hope the chalk would come out of her uniform without effort; so far, nothing had permanently stained it, but ugh. Getting chalk all over herself was not going to be fun. Nor would spending time on that rusty looking fire escape; Selenite was a bit afraid it would come crashing down once they started fighting.

But she didn't say anything, taking her chalk-knife in one gloved hand and hefting it experimentally. It was about the same length as her pointer which - judging from the lantern that Fayalite summoned - would possibly give her a slight advantage. Following her teammate up the ladder, she stood poised, waiting for Zinkenite's word to attack. Only three strikes? This was going to be interesting.

Fayalite was not used to fighting with something so...short? Her real weapon being back in negaspace, she could not deny the awkward feeling from not having something longer to fight with. Pink eyes looked up, unsure of what Selenites own weapon was... but she had a sinking suspicion it was something smaller. She held her weapon as if she was used to short ranged weapon... or at least thats what it appeared to be. Truth? Fayalite had no friggin idea.

At the sound of their captain, Fayalite struck out, a quick attempt to get a mark early. She ran at the other woman, sword extended. She got close, only to barely miss.

Ah yeah, the girl was clearly short ranged. She stepped out of the attack easily when she lunged, something that caused Faya to pull her weapon back in close...

The attack hit, putting a rather clashing large lavender stain on her stomach. Had they been using REAL knives that attack out of disemboweled her.

With not much room to move (She hated the lack of space) with a growl, she switched the chalk sword from her right to her left, and made a slash at Selenites side.

Three round match... she had to do SOME sort of damage. She was no way in hell a close range fighter, the 'kill shot' on her stomach being proof of that. Though she had to try.

The thought was barely out of her mind as she felt yet another attack hit her leg... something that also would have, if she was in a true fight, hurt like a b***h and cause her movement to suck.

Though, while she was bent over her leg fayalite ran behind her... and put the chalk vertically down her back... as long as she could.

"WELL done..." Zinkenite said sounding legitimately impressed.
"Excellent work Selenite, and good adaptation time Fayalite...alright... Selenite, come down for a moment while I take a round with Faya...3 strikes each, then we'll swap alright?" He said with a nod. He waited for Selenite to come down the ladder and took it when she had her boots firmly on the ground... "Both of you dust off as best you can, it came off my coat well enough so there shouldn't be too much trouble." He noted as he climbed up.

"Selenite, your to observe this round, see what you can learn just from watching the fight rather than participating."

There was something in his eyes, calculating and studious, he was a small thin target to hit, robed in cloth that made the exact points where he ended and coat began more difficult to place than they might have been. The off black color made him blend into the evening with far more accuracy than had he worn strait black as well.
He looked pleased, his words may have been lack luster but the look he gave was not.
His return strike was almost infuriatingly casual, just a subtle turn that made what should have been a miss graze just under your ribs and around your side. Not lethal but it would have hurt like blazes.
He also did something more, he 'favored' the leg you had struck just slightly with a crease at the corners of his eyes to show he was enjoying this game..
learning and teaching all at once.

The jab took him high, glancing over the top of his shoulder which he let drop slightly in 'pain' not debilitating but painful, much like the one across her ribs just moments ago.
He nodded with a murmured "Very good." and a brief glance at where she had hoisted herself before he made his next move.

He marked a line of chalk up the outside of her wrist that tapered towards her elbow. again not a shallow cut and irritatingly casual... was he trying to raise her ire?
"Again!" He said his tone sharp and expectant.