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 Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2017 10:29 pm
She took sparring tactics immediately to heart, turning what was done to her right back against the one who did it. He'd hoped, expected something of the sort. If wholly truthful he'd 50/50 expected either a legsweep back or some manner of blow to the crotch. Expecting something back, though, did not guarantee a fool-proof defense against it. Especially not adding in the extra size, weight, and momentum of his general's hammer compared to the smaller Captain's one he'd wielded for so long. The first leg buckled, foot and ankle slide sideways against the other still planted firm, so Titanlåvenite was brought down to one knee with a hiss of sand. "Well done!" He grinned around the words even as he swiped with a bear paw at her shoulder, trying to cuff her over in the direction of her momentum.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2017 1:53 pm
His compliment earned him a toothy smile, and Shahar shrugged. "Years of kickboxing does little to prepare you for fighting a giant with a hammer." her response was cheerful, but short, as she tried to shift her body too many ways at once. Up, yet away from the ham-fist, and dragged by her own momentum. The Captain's body moved still at odds with her mind, what was at war with what had been and lessons she had forced herself to learn between powered form and civilian form; too stuck in her ways, perhaps? Well, when she had first begun her lessons as a child, what had that first lesson been? How to fall- and how to get back up. He was on a knee, and she hissed at the contact of strong hand into muscle. Get up, Titanite told her body. and it responded slowly, still at odds with itself. "You do not even need that hammer," she wheezed a laugh. "Leave it where it.... falls!" she kicked out as she rose, foot lifting up, aiming for that hand closed on his weapon, hoping to force it free of his grasp. Fight on my terrain, General. Hand to Hand. Not ideal, but better than a hammer to the ribs. Probably.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 7:40 pm
There was no point in wasting time in those moments to heft himself back up to standing, even as she quickly took a hit and was just as quickly back and literally kicking. The sensation wasn't far off having a rack of weights give out and drop onto a hand trying to put other weights back on a lower shelf. Titanlåvenite hissed through his teeth, and used the instinctual slack in his grip, not dropping the Hammer, but sliding the haft through the circle of grip to throw the skull-and-horn counterweight at her like the blunt end of a quarter staff. It would position his hands properly again to two-handed wielding, and hopefully encourage more space between them again. Possibly. Maybe. Or it might smack her and offer a bruise back in kind like his hand was going to be in an hour. "No more than you-" "-Leave your foot behind."
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2017 6:52 pm
Magic made him considerably stronger than her, if he wasn't already- and she quite suspected he was. Her own inexperience with sparring someone with a weapon of that size made her misjudge, and the haft took her in the side with a thud and a crunch, and she wheezed, withdrawing, a hand going up in signal that she needed a moment, as she fought for breath from the blow, gauging the spot where impact had been made. "While it was seen fit that I have two feet," she decided after a moment, "I need them both for combat. I am not a Dufflepud, alas." Would he understand the reference? Who knew. Titanite kept a pace away as she began to shook out her limbs, testing for where the ache centered, testing if she might be able to go back after a small breather. Probably not- she was ill-prepared to get bashed with a hammer, and had tried too quickly to get in close, and would be paying for it for more than a few minutes. She couldn't say she didn't deserve it, but she was kind of impressed with herself for getting as close as she had. "Every day is a school day," she murmured, and her smile was wry. "How about you keep your hammer, I keep my feet, and we both go have a beer while I wait to see if I will be crying the night away.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2017 4:01 pm
The moment a hand was up, he halted, and shifted from battle awareness to honest concern for the well being of another officer. Sparring could be real, painful, and taxing, but it was sparring—it wasn't meant to put each other out of commission. She mentioned being a thing, but studies of Pliny, Philostratus, St. Augustine, or more modernly to C.S. Lewis, were dark to him. He watched each of her shakings and testings, and her eyes. It is still well. It was a good few moments, and most fights do not last long in rings or out in the city in our war. more can be worked up to later, if she returns. If. There was a hope that she would, and that it wouldn't ward her off returning, to have been hit with more of a live sparring than some other Generals may have offered. "You take blows well, and keep focus. Are you alright?" "Ah, " He smiled at her offer. Nodded. "It is a good suggestion. If you can suggest a place, I would happily buy. Trade the silent dark for the smoke and music-filled one. Ja? " Infinities hooray beer! rdy for a fin?
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2017 7:50 pm
There was honor in the fact he stood back and respected the terms of her holding up her hand for a moment, though the sincerity of her need was unspoken, and Shahar appreciated his willingness to not press. It was one thing to call the bluff of an enemy or sparring partner playing a trick, and almost a skill to recognize when it was genuinely meant and hold from pressing an advantage. "I am well." it was said decisively. There was no permanent damage, no pain to the inhale that spoke of more than a sturdy blow she had earned. No cracking, no grinding to the bone she could feel yet. "I will take something to help keep any swelling down, and in the morning all will be well." turquoise eyes lit with humor. "Probably. You deal blows well, and next time, I will manage to stay inside your guard." But there was free beer on the line. Shahar was not the sort of woman to turn down anything free, much less alcohol. "I can think of a few places we can try if you wish to drink. Come, let us see if you can drink as well as you hit. if you do not, I will be terribly disappointed." a toothy, friendly smile, and Titanite made her way closer to the larger Chaos agent. Ivynian FIN sounds good smile Thank you for the RP so far!!
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