Wolframite arrived outside the ballroom and stepped inside, making sure it wasn't being currently used and finding it vacant. With the threat of a fight any time you patrolled, some people weren't inclined to do training and instead take a break. The area was beautiful in it's own way, made of dark stone and a high ceiling. It spoke of a time of elegance and life, now quiet as the lone officer's heels clacked as he walked to the center.
He wondered when the last dance was held here, and how many it had entertained. Who were they and how were they dressed. The old kingdom of Earth and it's people - gathered together to dance and talk the evening away.
Turning on his heel, he looked out to the large windows and glowing lights above. Not knowing how to dance himself, he just admired the place for what it once and still was.
Pursing his lips, he gave a long whistle to hear it echo and smiled. Wouldn't it be nice if they ever had a party here for all the officers?
Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2023 9:44 pm
He wasn’t that lucky, but at least he wound up in the castle, and it didn’t take too long for him to find the ballroom in question and step inside, where Wolframite was already waiting.
“Still gotta work on teleporting,” he said on his approach. His focus was solely on the other captain, so he didn't really notice the beauty of the ballroom all around them, nor the view beyond. If anything, he could appreciate it afterward. Win or lose, if the fight was enough of a workout he'd probably want to lay unmoving on the floor for a little while before heading home. “Short distances are easy to get right, but going into and out of completely different spaces is still a pretty mixed bag for me. Slowly but surely getting better, though.”
He stopped a few feet short of his sparring partner for the evening so he could give him a proper once over. Given they were about to spar, he was curious how much experience he had in a fight by comparison.
“Anyway. Should we set some ground rules before getting started?”
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"When I was still new and learning, I used to wind up blocks from where I wanted to be. There were times I'd find myself too close to people and almost blowing it. I used to just memorize key places to teleport. It becomes second nature after a while as long as you been there once before. Really take it all in and cement it in your head." His gaze was to the ceiling before he looked back down at the officer.
"Rules are good. Nothing above the neck. I already went blind once. I don't want to go through loosing my sight again."
He flexed his claws. "I'll refrain from using saliva."
He gave something a moment's thought before adding. "Let's refrain from hitting the crotch too."
Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2023 8:27 pm
Carminite nodded his head, recalling his own serious struggles with teleporting when he first gained the ability with furrowed brows. That hadn’t been fun, but he had more control over it now compared to then. It wasn’t perfect, often he was off by several feet, but it was better than utterly and completely missing the mark altogether. “Will definitely take that advice to heart. Things have gotten better, but that’ll definitely help.”
And then he focused on the suggestions for the rules, finding them reasonable enough without severely limiting each other to the point that this would be insanely boring.
“Torso, arms and legs only–no head, no groin,” he repeated while summoning his own weapon. It gleamed a sinister deep red in the dim lighting of the ballroom. "Works for me."
Holding his weapon out for the other to see, he said, "It’s not as agile as having claws so I might not have as much control. Still alright?”
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Bracers to which he can summon an arm blade that extends out from the middle of his forearm to 9in from the tips of fingers. The blade can be transferred from one bracer to the other at will, but can never be on both bracers simultaneously. Magic: A perpetual steam is always rising from the blade, and anyone besides Carminite that comes in contact with it will experience a moderate burning sensation (uncomfortable--think burnt tongue with a hot drink type discomfort) that disappears once contact has stopped.
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"That's alright. But if you can try, do not go for my face. Seeing as that's harder to hit anyways, I hope that might not be too hard. I have bad memories of loosing my eyesight." It was a large fear for him and he was fiercely protective of his face.
Typically Wolframite would absolutely cost his claws with his own poison, but seeing as this was just for training, he didn't see the need to have the other feeling that sting. Claws were enough.
"Alright then. Let's do what ballrooms are best for - dance."
And with that he went to gauge Carminite with a very direct attack. Straight on with a wide slash towards his chest.
Carminite gave a quick nod to acknowledge the request to avoid the face. It was a difficult target in and of itself so he hardly ever aimed for it anyway. Given his weapon it always made more sense to go for the largest target on the body–the trunk.
He flexed his arms, a habit he’d picked up in his training with his general, and braced for the first attack as soon as Wolframite announced the start of the fight.
It was a direct attack, much to his surprise, but rather than try to dodge he chose to parry with a similar attack of his own. He was hoping mostly to deflect the attack, though he was aiming at the man’s chest as well.
It moved to stop his attack, but countering with a weapon still affected his own arms. Using your own body as a weapon came with the fact you had to block with it too. Protecting his chest was his hand, he felt that hot, searing pain.
"That's a sting." He commented, staying close to swipe back at his chest in return but finding it hard to get a opening that would allow for a attack. Those weapons were tricky to work around.
They were both close-combat with their attacks which made for a very close and personal fight.
Carminite grinned at the comment. “I was told that before, but it doesn’t feel hot at all to me so I wouldn’t really know.”
His weapon was rather challenging to maneuver, likely because it was attached to his arm, but enough fights had taught him the most natural flow of movements for his attacks that allowed him to push forward, toward his enemy. Or at least to stand his ground.
In this case he moved toward Wolframite, expression one of concentration as he studied his movements. When he next saw an opening he made a downward slash, still aiming for the chest.
The swipe down was clever, and he jerked back, feeling the heat scrap against his chest in a move that was too close for comfort. Carminite was quick to react and change their movements, showing how well adapted he was with his weapon. If he wasn't often fighting, it didn't show.
Feeling the tension, he went for a side swipe to the side, going for the ribs.
"You like fighting? Have any outside experience?" He asked, wondering if his skills were honed as a officer or elsewhere.
There was a flash of a satisfied smile when he made contact once more. Perhaps the satisfaction–which had led to a rise in his confidence for the moment–made him a bit careless in his tactics.
The conversation didn’t really help keep his focus, but this was just a friendly spar, after all. ”I won’t say like, but I think I’m getting the hang of it,” he said. “No experience outside, but I’ve been sparring with my general and getting into it with any Order schmucks that are up for a fight.” He de-summoned his blade as he pressed forward, intending to summon it to the opposite bracer when he got close enough.
He wasn’t fast enough, though, and he felt the claw rip into his side. He bit down a cry of pain into a grimace as he summoned his blade, using the flat side of it to shove the claw away.
And he lunged, hard, into the other’s chest, as he asked, “You?”
The switch was impressive and the look of surprise said as much. He hadn't expected the switch. Most weapons were held in a dominate hand or even pairs, but the versatility of using one arm or the other and being efficient with it was a skill most didn't have. Was Carminite ambidextrous?!
The slice hit it's mark, tearing another gash into the layers of his uniform as he tried and failed to deflect the weapon. He was too slow to predict the weapon swap and had a slash to his chest to show for it. That in itself showed he could have been dead if they had been too serious and going for vitals.
He tried for his own slash but missed the other as they sidestepped. "Been at this since I was a teenager. Can't remember any memories outside of unform so don't know, but been at this a very long time. I had to learn how to use claws though in the last few years. I used to have chained blades before."
Only on the battlefield, only with this weapon, but otherwise no, he wasn’t ambidextrous.
Carminite looked thoughtful as he managed a well-timed sidestep, half wondering what it must have been like to be involved in agent work at such a young age. “Sounds rough,” was all he could think to say. “The memories I can’t really comment ‘cause I’m not sure exactly why you don’t have ‘em, but also adjusting to claws from that kinda weapon.”
He made another slash at the man’s chest, barely nicking him this time. “Seems like two really different techniques?”
The nick was another warning. Tighten up his game and try to lesson the windows. The battle was proving more and more challenging as it went, and there was a noticable uptick to Wolframite's expression as he felt more and more immersed in the fight.
This was fun. Very fun.
"You loose memories when you switch. Purification. Corruption. Each time half of them go. The memories in uniform or the ones out. I have none of my civilian memories. I crossed over the fence twice." He more or less growled, attention on the fight but fumbked in his steps as he recalled his own mistakes. That moment made him barely land and attack back.
Some others might hide this confession, but he knew he served as a cautionary tale about the risks for leaving. He wanted other officers to know in the event they ever wondered if the gras was green on the other side.
HP: 24/40 Dmg: 1 (These two are just doing so well keeping up with one another.)
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