Continuing up the lobby ring counter-clockwise, the eastern corridor leads to the Training Center. Known by students as the "monsters' lair", it is open 24 hours a day, even after curfew. Real monsters inhabit it, mainly Grats and T-Rexaurs, to challenge students' fighting skills. The Training Center contains a hidden section called the "secret area", where students go to socialize or otherwise meet in private after curfew to avoid being caught by the Garden Faculty.
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Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2013 8:35 am
Squall stepped out of the dormitory, his gunblade case in his hand as he started towards the Training Center. It had been four days since Seifer cut his face, and he got Ifrit, his face was still bandaged over the cut. It was bothersome and it impaired his vision somewhat. Which perhaps is why he felt the need to train, just to make sure it wasn't going to hinder his SeeD test, if he still had to wear the bandage during the test. He took some satisfaction in the fact that Seifer would be having the same problem as he, at least for a little while.
He entered the Training Center, and rented a locker from the Quarter Master, using it to house the gunblade case and his uniform as he slipped into something more casual. He preferred not to train in his uniform, as he found his casual clothes much less expensive to replace. Now out of the men's locker room, he swung his gunblade, testing out the feel of it before entering the training field.
The instructor was taking his time with getting ready, making sure everything was put in its proper place before he went on with his daily training activity. He strapped his claymore on his back as he stepped out of the locker room. Suddenly from out of nowhere was a blade swinging to his chest. He gasped, buckled back in an effort to avoid the blade, and to his relief it stopped short. Backing up, he stepped around the blade quickly, holding his chest tightly.
He exhaled in relief, then his eyes followed the blade up to the owner. Squall Leonhart. Him and his other half always comes down here to make trouble, and the little half-wit almost sliced Seymour in half. "Great zodiac's, what the HELL was that for?!" He almost felt the kid should owe him. Granted that he wasn't even touched, but that didn't matter. He craved some payback. "You kid! You trying to take on an instructor? You're gonna need to try better than that." He announced in superiority.
With a tip of his head, he dared the young man to take up his challenge. Without another word to the kid, he walked into the training grounds, light gleaming off the lightly worn blade.
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 2:57 pm
At the gasp Squall straightened, whipping around to face the instructor. "Instructor Alistair." Surprised the man nearly sneak up on him. (Need to pay more attention.) The cadet looked away when he was reprimanded.
(He should have watched where he was going....) He was surprised at the head gesture from the man, staring incredulously after him. (He wants me to fight him? Probably to teach me a lesson...) Squall gave a nod to the instructor. "Fine." (Whatever. If he incapacitates me before the test its his a**. Not mine.)
He followed the man as they entered the training center, getting to a well spaced out area. The cadet swung his blade again, making sure no one was behind him while doing so. Settling his grip on the hilt he turns to face the instructor.
The man lead the young seed to the deep part of the training grounds. Though it was kind of clear, Seymour had decided that he needed more room to have their little spar. He walked the perimeter he wanted, kicking branches or what not out of the way, into the outer boundaries of what he deemed to be their fighting circle. Once he made his rounds he approached his opponent, and would unbuckle his sword sheath, laying it down on the ground gently.
The claymore was still too big for him to pull with one swipe, so he had developed the habit of laying it down before drawing. As the blade clears it's sleeve, he dragged it, and rose it up and pierced the gravel in which they stood. A soft smirk graced his lips, and again he tilt his head as if he looked down on this young man in front of him.
"So kid....." he paused, looking to the ceiling as if trying to remember something. Then he shook his head. "What ever your name is. You realize who I am don't you? And since you know, lets not tell anyone about our duel, les we both get in trouble." He leaned on his blade, sitting his head on his hands. "Wouldn't want a suspension from the coming SeeD test now would we?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 12:49 pm
Squall
The cadet watched and waited for the man to be ready. (Big sword. He must be compensating.) Looking from his gunblade to the claymore, then to the instructor when he was addressed. "Instructor...?" A brow raised then flatened back into his impassive stare. (What is he going on about? Can he really suspend me?) As the man continued to speak, Squall put the pieces together, and gave a snort. "........" ( Oh, I see. He's trying to cover his own bases.) "No, sir. I intend to pass."
Though his lips curled into a smile, his expression changed little. "Now, usually I would like to do introductions before i battle my peers. But I see with you that is unnecessary. You don't seem the talkative type." The instructor stood straight, pulling his blade out from the ground. The air between them was quiet at Seymour used a cloth from his pocket to wipe down his blade, each stroke slow and precise. Once finished, he folded the cloth and pocketed it once more.
With hilt in hand, the instructor sprint towards Squall, dragging his blade along the ground as if it was too heavy. However when he was in range he swung his blade around with ease as he made his first strike. In reality, this first attack would be an intentional miss, and the instructor struck a tree behind Squall instead. The tree would be devastated, split in two by force alone. Once he was satisfied showing off his power, he readied for another attack, pausing to let the student recollect himself.
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Seymour ---HP 150 ---MP 15
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 5:05 am
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Squall
The Cadet watched the instructor take time to wipe down the blade. (Why is he dawdling...) Squall's brows furrowed as the man sprint towards him, he dodged to the side instinctively. Tumbling into a roll, then straightening in a low stance just in time to see the destruction of the tree. Slowly he stood, his eyes having gone wide from the display of force. (He can't even wield that thing properly, how can he swing it with such force?)
Recollecting himself, his brows furrowed again and it was him who charged this time as the man was busy readying himself. Squall struck in a wide swing, to the instructor's abdomen, the one on the opposite side of the man's sword arm. Making it difficult to parry the blow.
Seymour's stone face grimaced at the cadet's position. If the instructor was unable to perry, then what better choice but to retreat? He rose his hand, activating the Omni-tool. As the orange gleamed to life, the cadet grew closer still, though before the blow could hit the Omni-tool glowed purple. With a leap in the air, his Longfall Boots activated, sending him right above the cadets head just as the cadet should have connected his blade.
With a flip in the air, the instructor right's himself, and upon decent the Longfall Boots catch him behind Squall. "Nice move there, kiddo. Almost had me for a moment." He didn't waste a moment. Once his feet were on the ground he dashed at the cadet, raising his sword over his shoulder. He grasped the hilt with both hands, and once he was upon his opponent, he was judged. Seymour swung his claymore diagonally in a full circle, and with him a pulse of himself, attacking twice as fast. Though the blade only landed twice, the attack would hit an additional three times as the pulse faded.
With Judgement dealt, the instructor stopped his assault with his blade still pressed against Squall's own. After a breathing moment, a whimsical smile swept across his lips, and he egged the cadet on. "Had enough?"
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Seymour ---HP 150 ---MP 12
Weapon Damage: 5 Adept: 6 Special Ability: 4x(ALA) = 8
Total Damage: 19
Special Abilities Casted:
*:Omni-Tool:* ::--Long Fall Boots COSTS 0 MP Utility, changes tool to purple color 2 turn CD Gives the ability to land softly, attach feet securely to vertical and upside down surfaces, and allows one to 'super jump' for a set time. If attached to a wall, user cannot move without deactivating function.
*:Judgement:* COSTS 3MP 4 post CD Swings sword in a diagonal circle towards target. Though the swing itself is slow, an energy 'ghost sword' follows the movement, spinning twice as fast as the Claymore. Impacting the target will deal physical damage, and knock down the targer. 4x(ALA) in additional damage.
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 12:33 am
Squall
"Maybe I'm a Lion." Age: 17 | Height: 5'6" Sentinel SeeD Candidate; G 1244 Gil | HP 300 | MP 15 Weapon: Revolver Gunblade (DMG= 4) ; +1DEF Companion: *:Upper Blues:* *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Revolver Swing:* *:Bravery:*
Shock went over his face when the blade swiped clean air where the man had just been. He turned around immediately, just in enough time to block the first blow. It nearly sent him sprawling, but he soaked the damage the pulse swipes were doing. Holding his grip firmly even as he was forced to take the beating like... (He's strong...)
Squall looked at the man, noting the smile and the snarky remark, the Cadet sneered. Repositioning his feet, he shoved at the man's massive blade with all of his might. Starting with a vertical downward swing just after he forced the blade up. Stepping forward to keep the distance shorter than it would take for the man to wield the claymore properly, swinging his blade right back up. Making sparks as it dragged along the ground, pulling the trigger on the Revolver as the blow would hit the claymore. An energy force slamming against the instructor as the blow continued upward. Squall was trying to launch him into the air, and if he did, he would jump after him. Striking four more times, the final blow had another blast of energy that would slam the instructor back onto the ground. If Squall was lucky he would disarm him, either way the Cadet would be over him with the gunblade pointed down at him, the cool blade gently touching his neck. "......."
*:Revolver Swing:* Combo Starter 1post CD 0 Mana Cost As he swings he fires the gun of the gunblade, doing 3+Con in additional damage.
*:Upper Blues:* 3 Post CD Costs (4xPOW) HP Step forward and attack with an upward swing, a blast of energy knocks opponent into the air, then he jumps to strike three more times, then once more a blast of energy slams them down. Doing 2x(A) in additional Damage.
The sting of the cold steel against his skin brought the fire in his eyes. To be bested by a mere cadet? It began to boil his blood at his presumable defeat. Calmly he stood, pushing the blade away from him, and worked to steady his breath. Grabbing up his sword, he ran his hand through his hair, letting his bangs fall back down slowly.
" And here I thought this would be a friendly battle. But you seem to put the emotions you hide into your fighting. I can hear you saying it now. 'Cocky bast--... Hehe I got you though. I'll get you back, Spike. Or... What's your name again?" He gave a shrug as if he really didn't care, and made sure he held his blade down. Then with a lunge, he headbutt the cadet, then rose his leg to shove the boy further away.
Dragging his sword, he swung in a upward vertical slash with enough force to launch the boy into the air. Using the Omni-tool's Long Fall boots function, he lept above the boy, and brought his large blade down on Squall. As he descended, he used the Long Fall boots again to blast himself further away from the boy, and once landing he would use them once more to lunge at him. A series of sword slashes were followed by a diagonal circle slash. The force he exerted with it caused him to flip, slashing down as he landed. Again the Long Fall boots were activated, and he'd flip backwards as he drew his blade upwards, and once more to push himself off Squall's chest and away. He'd land away from the boy, skidding along the ground to a halt.
*:Omni-Tool:* Class Specific Special Attack Tool starts off orange in color ::--Long Fall Boots COSTS 0 MP Utility, changes tool to purple color 0 turn CD Gives the ability to land softly, attach feet securely to vertical and upside down surfaces, and allows one to 'super jump' for a set time. If attached to a wall, user cannot move without deactivating function.
*:Brimhazzard:* Costs 2 MANA 1 post CD In a diagonal upward circle slash knocks opponent into the air, followed by a slash downwards to slam them back into the ground. 4x(ALA) in additional damage.
*:Rush Dynamo:* COSTS 5 MP 6 turn CD Seymour rushes towards the enemy doing a series of slashes from one side then the other into a diagonal circle slash, using the claymore as leverage to launch himself at the target into a front flip. Then, slamming the sword down on the enemy, he back flips off the target in a final upward swing, landing back into starting position. Does 3x(DEX) in additional damage .
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 11:32 pm
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Squall
"Maybe I'm a Lion."
Sentinel HP 300 MP 15 Gil 1253
*:Upper Blues:* *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Revolver Swing:* *:Fight The Brave:*
Squall began to step back when the instructor moved to stand, lowering the gunblade when the blade was shoved away from the man. The cadet stood there as the man spoke, no show of emotion on his face, like always. He looked away, shaking his head at the instructor. He had a few things to say to the man, but before he could utter a word he was headbutted and kicked.
(Damn it, what a lame trick to fall for.) He rolled to his feet, and seemed to immediately regret it when the claymour impacted, he tried blocking it but the energy blast shot him up just like he had done previously. Shouting when the blade went back down on him, the impact crushing his attempt to block. He impacted the ground, knocked away soon after. Getting to his feet as he rolled, though he nearly stumbled doing so. He looked up to the man, but the man had already closed the distance and all Squall could do was block as much as he could. Taking other slashes still, some damage he took regardless of the block, the blade was so much heavier than his gunblade. Finally being knocked down again when the man did a final push off and Squall was left rolling on the ground again.
His back hit the stump of a fallen tree, the impact knocking the wind from him, causing him to see spots. Squall reached to his face, deciding the bandage was distorting his vision, he tore it off. Shifting to a crouch so he could stand, he realized that his blade was not in his hand. He looked around the field to see it a few feet away from him.
(How amatuer... If this was a real battle I would be dead...)
A smile swept across his face when he saw Squall's face. He stood straight, slamming the sword into the ground, and made his way over to squall. A pain stung in his side and arms, just noticeable as he calmed down. Rubbing his shoulder, another sting had emerged. If the fight had kept going, he knew for certain that he would have lost, and his pride would be crushed for a while. Still, the boy had potential. He knew he needed to be stronger, and work harder in order to best this young cadet.
He swept his toe under the revolver gunblade and kicked it up off the ground. Catching it in mid air, he slid his hand along the blade, caressing it almost as he inspected the design. "Wonderful, though basic. You take great pride in your weapon, I see." He slashed at the air with it, and held it out, testing it's weight. "Perfect sword for a young man your size."
He held it gently to his side, and walked over to the cadet. With his hand extended he smiled at him, as if very pleased with fight. "To be honest, you had me on the ropes there. If this was a real fight, I would have had to take you down fast or not at all." If the boy took his hand, he'd yank the youth back to his feet. Gently pat the boy off as well before returning the blade to its rightful owner. "But I can see you're still a little erratic with your blade. Work on that a little." Once the blade is taken back, he held out his hand to shake the boy's. "What's your name kid?" It was a useless question, for he already knew the boy's name and history in Garden, but he always did like making small talk.
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Seymore ---HP 125 ---MP 5
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 6:36 pm
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Squall
"Maybe I'm a Lion."
Sentinel HP 300 MP 15 Gil 1253
*:Upper Blues:* *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Revolver Swing:* *:Fight The Brave:*
Squall sat there when the instructor kicked the gunblade up and caught it. Looking away from the man, his lips pressed together tightly. Inside he was seething, but he tried not to show it. He was actually surprised when the instructor offered to help him up, if this was a public fight he might not have taken it. But he did. Getting to his feet, brushing the gravel and dirt from his pants. When his gunblade was offered, he took it. Spinning the revolver barrel and inspecting the blade for any damage. He'd have to sharpen it, it was blunted in some spots where it had impacted the Claymour. (Erratic....? Coming from you, that's rich.) "Cadet Leonhart, Squall, sir." Giving the man a salute. (Go through the motions, right?)
