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Afternoon Training (open) Dec 28, 2008 14:23:26 GMT -5

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Post by WT on Dec 28, 2008 14:23:26 GMT -5

Cadia saw the branch coming, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. It hit her left leg, the one she had landed on earlier, and she gasped as her knee twisted, turning instinctively so that she landed on her good leg. At least the attack hadn't been a complete waste; the knife she held was dripping with blood, and while she hadn't had the chance to twist it out like she usually did- the boy had jerked away, pulling the knife from his arm as he did so- he seemed to be in pain. He may not have temporarily lost use of the arm, as she had been hoping- the branch had knocked her aim off from the crucial point in his shoulder to his upper arm- but it would certainly be limited.

She took a moment to test her leg. The damage wasn't too bad; it hurt, and she was limping a little, but between the hit and her fall it could have been much worse. In fact- why not let the others think it was? She backed away, limping more than she had to, favoring her left leg far more than was needed.

The boy she had stabbed threw his weaon to the other, and Cadia once more hissed in frustration. Now the one with the knife was double-armed. Again. Then again, one of them was now unarmed and injured, a point in her favor. She focused on the armed one now, keeping one eye on the other in case he should happen to try anything.

Her eyes landed on the makeshift pike, and she smiled a little. She prefered pointy weapons, her knife being her favorite- but two could play that game. Still exagerating her limping, she backed away from both of them toward a tree, and sawed off a thin but sturdy limb. She remained with her back to the tree, her knife in her left hand- she was right-handed usually, but when it came to her knife she was as good as ambidextrious- and her new weapon in her right hand, moving it around to held get the feel of it. If one of them wanted to come after her, she'd be ready.

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Afternoon Training (open) Dec 29, 2008 10:55:15 GMT -5

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Post by Cinna the Penguin on Dec 29, 2008 10:55:15 GMT -5

Oliver caught the pike CP threw, wincing as he saw the blood from the wound. He would need medical treatment, something Oliver could most likely provide. But he knew there was no way he could help CP with this girl here. If he tried to bandage the wound he would be attacked.

Oliver watched as the girl limped a lot. He had seen people try to fool their opponents by overdoing their injuries. But, Oliver thought, she had fallen out of a tree. And he was pretty sure the branch had done some damage. He didn't think she was lying about how bad it was. But it was something he would keep an eye on.

But, he realized, why not turn it back around on her? If he could expose her lie, it my scare her into realizing her opponent was an expert fighter to see through her bluff. Of course, Oliver didn't eben think there was a bluff. But might as well try.

"You don't know what you're dealing with." he began, hoding the pike with one hand, his knife with the other. The girl had sawn off a branch to kame her own pike while he was thinking, and she seemed to know what to do with it from how she held it.

"You're injured. Or are you?" he continued. "I've seen many, many battles in my life. I know all about the tactic of overdoing your injuries. Mabye you're doing that right now?" he smiled an all-knowing smile. He paid close attantion to her facial expressions as he said this, trying to see a look of suprise or feear.

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Afternoon Training (open) Dec 29, 2008 13:02:46 GMT -5

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Post by Gamewizard546 on Dec 29, 2008 13:02:46 GMT -5

CP looked around for a place to go, some place with shelter where the girl couldn't reach him. He saw a small apple tree and started to climb, which was difficult with one good arm. He found a good crook in the tree and settled in. The he plucked an apple from a branch over head and threw.

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Afternoon Training (open) Dec 31, 2008 3:50:30 GMT -5

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"I think it's the other way around," Cadia snarled, remembering to allow herself to waver a little as she did. n honesty, she was actually at a worse disadvantage than ever now- even with one boy out of combat, for now at least, and being equally armed with the other. Her leg may not be as bad as she was making it out to be, but it definitely wasn't going to hold up to as much strain as it normally could, and she really only had a vague idea of what she was doing with her makeshift pike. Her training had focused on pointy things; knives, arrows, swords, daggers, spears, anything. If it had a blade or a point, she knew how to use it. Blunt weapons... not so much. She had only had a little training with them and that had been ages ago, while this stranger obviously knew what he was doing.

But he didn't need to know that.

Cadia blinked, but was careful to reveal no other signs of surprise as the stranger, the armed own, spoke more. Not that that was hard; she no longer had to concentrate to keep the wall over her eyes up, it had so long been a part of her, so if he was watching them for any emotion he was going to be sorely disappointed.

And now he was smirking at her. She made a small noise in the back of her throat, a primal growl. She hated smirks. They were condescending and haughty and overall infuriating. She was beginning to really, really not like this boy.

Then again, she didn't like anyone.

"I wish," she said with a snort, and smiled bitterly. Shaking her head, she raised her knife a little higher, flicking it toward her. "Look, if you're gonna attack you are, and if you're not you're not, so make up your mind, will you?" Her tone was matter-of-fact, the sort you find between cordial strangers.

She started to say one last thing, but was interrupted when something hit the back of her head- an apple, she realized when she saw the other boy in his tree. As she winced- a wince that was not entirely faked, though the subsequent crumpling of her left leg was- she cursed. She had allowed herself to become distracted; she had forgotten the injured boy, writing him off as meaningless, no longer a threat. That was a mistake she would not make again.

She leaned heavily on her branch-pike as she got up, and was surprised and more than a little displeased to discover that to some extent she actually needed it- not to the point that she was no longer exaggerating her wounds, but her fall had jarred her leg a little more, causing her to wince each time she tried to put pressure on it. She bit her lip against the pain for a moment, stepping fully on the bad leg; she heard something pop and sighed with relief. Whatever she had done, the leg was a little better now, though still not at full use or even in the condition it had been in before she let herself fall.

Raising her weapons once more, now favoring her leg for real, she waited for the attack to come.

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Afternoon Training (open) Jan 3, 2009 14:39:59 GMT -5

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Post by Cinna the Penguin on Jan 3, 2009 14:39:59 GMT -5

Oliver smirked as he saw CP throw the apple, bringing the girl to the ground. He noticed she needed to use her pike to get back up. Then she stood there, almost waiting for an attack to come. If she wanted an attack, Oliver would give it to her.

He subtly moved his foot, searching for something. His foot finally stopped in front of a pinecone. He kicked it up to himself and smashed it at the girl's bad leg with his pike, just as he had seen CP do.

Without waiting to see if it would hit her, he ran forward, pike in hand. He took a swipe at her head from above, hoping to knock her out.

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Afternoon Training (open) Jan 10, 2009 12:12:47 GMT -5

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Post by WT on Jan 10, 2009 12:12:47 GMT -5

Cadia ignored the pinecone. It was a distraction, nothing more; it hit her, but she barely noticed, absorbed as she was in the motions of her attacker. She was definitely on the defensive now, weaving and shifting ever so slightly to match his every movement, his every breath. She couldn't let him gain any more of the upper hand; she was far enough beneath him on the advantage scale now that the only things she had left were vigilance, viscousness, and, if she could pull it off, surprise.

The other boy began to patch up his wound. Cadia began to ignore him again, figuring he would be out of the way for at least a few moments, and focused entirely on the boy.

When he brought the pike up, she knew what to do.

Once more she allowed her bad leg to crumble- it was easier this time, which could not have been a good sign- but didn't just let herself fall where she would; instead she crouched, and used her good leg to push against the tree and jump under the boy, knife first so she couldn't scratch herself. Hopping up again on her good leg, she turned the knife on him, ready to stab it into his back if he didn't either do something clever to escape or give her a really good reason not to. Her left leg was screaming in protest at every movement, but she ignored the pain, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from making any sound.

Years of practice at this sort of thing paid off.

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