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 Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 4:48 pm
"After that?" Nathan muttered. He slid past Crash. Crash hadn't been there; how did he know? That spike... it could've killed somebody. It really could've, and Nathan couldn't do anything. That just... wasn't what he was made to handle.
And he still had homework left to do.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 4:58 pm
Crash knew because he was, in fact, a General. For a reason.
Crash had an ability similar to Bitong's, in that he could resonate with a Mysticker almost instantly. A huge success and a brilliant fighter, Crash had seen more combat than almost anyone in the Guardians.
But he didn't speak. Rookies would be rookies.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:21 pm
((Crash has also seen YERMOM. Twice.
Weekly.
For a whole month.
Timeskip to next day soon?))
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:31 pm
((Skipped!))
Stark woke them up by slamming a fist through their door; hence Bitong's awakening. "Get up," he said gruffly.
Crash did much the same. "It's already 5:30," he roared from the hall. "Wake up!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:35 pm
Anatoly was taking cover behind his bed, dressed in sweats he'd picked up last night from the armory-clothing-closet room. He realized what was happening and calmed back down. He readied his Mystickers for the day, pocketed the Letter Opener of Doom and walked out, ready for avoidance of potential random beatings from Stark. He also watched the floors, walls, and ceilings for traps.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:44 pm
Stark looked at Anatoly with a skeptical glance. "Paranoid. That might be bad if you don't get it under control. In other cases it'll save your life."
He turned. "Come with me." He walked to the training area.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:46 pm
"You dropped a cage from the ceiling on me. I am now laboring not to be surprised by anything you do. I'll probably fail, but at least I'll catch most of the things, hopefully," Anatoly returned, carefully stepping over a tripwire.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:49 pm
"Eh," was the only response.
When they arrived in the training area, Stark barked. The trainees in the area immediately left.
He turned to Anatoly. "Fight me," he said.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 5:59 pm
Anatoly immediately ran his right hand, two fingers, along both Mystickers at once. It had taken him hours of practice the night before, but he could now activate both simultaneously, one-handed, if he put them next to each other. He didn't fire the Skulltap yet, instead generating parallel bars of ice down the length of his arm and small spikes on his knuckles. He entered a low fighting stance and slowly approached Stark.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 6:04 pm
(( Do it.)) Stark stood casually, not making eye contact for obvious reasons. He nodded approvingly, but made no other move.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 6:07 pm
Anatoly moved in at an angle, leading with his left foot, until he was just out of Stark's immediate range; if either went for a physical attack, he would need to step in still.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 6:12 pm
Nathan pulled himself up out of bed, threw open the door, and presented himself shirtless and tousled. "Ready," he muttered, slapping on his Mysticker. He apparently saw no need for a shirt.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 6:20 pm
Stark yawned. "That all?"
Crash nodded approvingly. He moved to the next door.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 6:27 pm
During Stark's yawn, Anatoly launched two spikes of ice at Stark and moved his face behind him, intending to fire his Skulltap when Stark had to look. He also rush forward, planning first for blocking Stark's counters and second to make his own attack.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 6:38 pm
There was a tiny flaw in Anatoly's plan: he didn't know what Stark was packing.
There was a glint as Stark's shield materialized, easily catching the ice projectiles and blocking Anatoly's line of sight to Stark's eyes. It was a simple matter to turn and keep the shield between them.
"Good start," Stark said. "But you should have stuck with that. The Skulltap backup was a nice idea, but by charging you ruined the effect. Use the ice and the Skulltap to probe the enemy's defenses, instead of moving in before knowing their strength."
His sword appeared in his hand and he lunged, making a quick jab at Anatoly's chest.
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