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welcome to training// [Ryan] Oct 20, 2017 16:57:16 GMT -5

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Post by sbeeg on Oct 20, 2017 16:57:16 GMT -5

Eedun paced in his gym, occasionally straightening weapon displays, preparing for a new career. Greeting a new student always had to be an ordeal at the House of Blood and Pain. Naka wanted every child to see that they were not invisible, that they could not fade into the background and hide behind louder students. Every single teen that walked through his door got the same treatment, not matter how much money they had, their gender, or the color of their skin. He pushed all of them equally as hard, and smacked them all upside the head when they did something ridiculously stupid. Turns out a lot of teenagers don't have a very good knack for survival.

Eedun picked up a simple pole. No blades, no spikes, just a wooden stick with rounded edges. He spun it around in his hands, getting used to the feel of it in his fingers. His new pupil's first lesson would be with just sticks. If you can fight with a stick you can fight with anything.

He paced around the gym, checking on the other students. Correctly their stances, and making them repeat drills. A fourteen year old girl had been doing push-ups in the corner for the last hour and she still had another hour to go. Two eighteen year-olds were lunging at each other with blunted tridents, trying to get the other one out.

Eedun even had a couple of seven year olds on their own little mat in the back practicing roles and defensive maneuvers. You can't start too young.

He heard the door open.

Eedun quickly jogged up to the front door and grabbed another wooden pole. Without checking to see who it was he tossed the pole in the air. If it was his new student, great they could get straight into practice, if not he was testing reflexes.

"Arm yourself!" he shouted, moving his body to a fighting stance, his pole pointed out in front of him ready to smack into skin hard enough to bruise.

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welcome to training// [Ryan] Oct 20, 2017 17:37:13 GMT -5

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Post by ryan on Oct 20, 2017 17:37:13 GMT -5

Helen Thieves

now im a warrior

I decided that maybe it was time to try something new for a change. Usually, I would stick to my usual gym, knowing that I could get away with pretty much skating by and memorization. I had some of these people’s routines down to a science. Everyone bored me, and I needed something that was going to keep me on my toes.

There were days where I hated being a career. Most of the time it was because I was over the monotony of training all the time. There were days where I wanted to skip it because to be honest, I didn’t see what the point of training all the time was. I had learned everything I needed to know to survive the games, and I became accustomed to the routine that I laid out for myself. My father told me that regardless of how bored I was, I should keep training to stay limber. He also told me that if I skipped anymore days of training that he would throw me out of the house without any means of income. While it was tempting sometimes, I knew better than to test my father’s patience. A fathers love could only go so far after all.

So before I walked into the dojo, which read something about blood and tears or whatever the fuck, I began to freak out a little bit. What was I doing with my life? Was this what I was really meant to do? I thought about my mother and what she would have done in this situation. She probably would have told me that I needed to go in there and try it out at the least. She would probably tell me the same thing that my father told me. She would tell me that I needed to continue training or I was going to get lazy. She would probably tell me that she had high hopes for me in the games and that she loved me. She would probably tell me one hundred different things, but at the end of the day, it didn’t matter. She was dead. She wasn’t hear and as much as it sucked to think about, nothing would bring her back.

So that was why I was here, besides my father. My mother was my main motivation to keep up my hard work. While I wanted to just let it all go and not bother with being a career, I wanted to win the games for her. That meant that I had to walk into this dojo and show this new teacher what I could do. I heard he was pretty good at what he did, and while I had some opportunities to learn from great trainers in 2, he was hallmarked as one of the better ones. I could never be certain which one was the best anymore, but maybe after this first meeting, I could start to gain a bit more knowledge of the subject.

I peered into a thick window that had a piece of paper covering most of it. Before I walked in, I looked at myself in the reflection. I took my finger and licked it so I could wipe a smudge off my face. I wanted to make a good first impression, even though I told myself at least five times before I got here that this might have been a waste of time. I thought about what I could be doing right now, and weighed it against what I was going to be doing. I knew that this could better me in ways that I didn’t even know. Apparently, this trainer was cutthroat, and to be honest, I needed a good kick in my ass. Words though meant nothing to me. Actions always spoke louder.

I grabbed a hair tie from my slender wrist and pulled my hair into a messy bun that I would probably have to redo after this fight. I had to be ready for anything at this point, and that included being blindsided by the trainer at any given moment. If they taught me anything before it was, don’t trust anyone, including strangers and friends.

I pushed open the doors and walked through.

I heard something push against the wind and reached out my arms.

I caught the pole without even thinking and felt the weight of it in my hand. It was good quality wood, sturdy and looked like it could leave a good mark on someone with enough force. I quickly spun around and began to let my weight shift so the pole didn’t knock me out of balance. This guy was already impressive. Maybe this was a challenge that I needed.

I smirked, knowing that there was no time to waste. Here in two, they treated it like kill or be kill, and while we were only dealing with poles that couldn’t exactly pierce skin, they could still pack and punch and leave you writhing in pain. It just depended on the person that used them really.

I placed my predominate foot forward, arming myself the way I was taught by my mother. I had a feeling I was going to be in for the sparring session of my life. My mouth curled upwards with glee, and I was ready for pretty much anything.

I moved quick, pushing off my foot and sprinting quickly, keeping my body in motion to better my chances of not receiving an unwelcomed blow. When I closed the gap between us, I struck…

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7001 -- Broken Tailbone -- 6.0 damage
(Club or Blunt Weapon)

... happy with my first blow, I twisted backwards, giving enough space between us so I could twist the pole back and forth before getting right back into my stance.

I knew I was a fierce opponent.

He didnt though.

I had to show him that. I had to show everyone that I could be as tenacious as the people that wanted to be careers.

I was lying to myself though.

I knew I wanted this, I just didnt want to work for it. Well, maybe that was something I had to change.

I watched him closely, "Well, show me what you got." I knew I was in for a long day, so why not enjoy it right?

yeah I got thicker skin

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welcome to training// [Ryan] Oct 20, 2017 18:04:38 GMT -5

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Post by sbeeg on Oct 20, 2017 18:04:38 GMT -5

Her pale hands didn't hesitate for even a moment. She snatched the pole and swung it around, smacking him in the butt with a force he was not prepared for. Eedun stumbled, but smiled at her. This new pupil was proving promising.

"Well, show me what you got."

Very promising.

With his lower back still throbbing in pain, Eedun took a step back and a deep breath.

She was young, obviously, and smaller than him. She was trained enough to be able to immediately start Eedun's dance. She would have speed on her side, but he had strength no doubt. However the pain still radiating from his bottom made him reconsider that assessment.

Then he would just have to move in a way she did not expect. Eedun was quick for his age, and limber. He could slide across the floor and knock her legs out from under her, or try an overhand approach and smack her in the shoulder to show just how close he got to her head.

No, he was getting ahead of himself. Helen Thieves had just walked into his gym and smacked him in the ass. While impressive, that wasn't a full assessment of her abilities. They'd have to dance more to see what she was truly capable of.

Eedun spun his pole around before quickly striking at her skull.

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[Bruised Head -- 3.5 damage]

He didn't strike hard enough for any permanent damage, of course. He knew when to pull back. But he figured a good smack to the brain would kick her into gear.

If anything the girl at worst would have a small concussion, and at best some mild bruising.

"Pay attention Miss Thieves," he said, retracting his pole and leaning on it like a cane. "I could have had your head."

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welcome to training// [Ryan] Oct 20, 2017 18:37:42 GMT -5

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Post by ryan on Oct 20, 2017 18:37:42 GMT -5

Helen Thieves

now im a warrior

I thought about how much this made me feel alive. For once, I felt like I was in for a challenge. Most of the kids I trained with didn’t hold much of a chance against me. Of course, there were days where I cared more than others, and so I would win or lose based on that. However, this opponent seemed like he was also ready for anything. Someone who seemed like they could keep up with me? That was someone that was worth my time.

Time froze around me as I thought about everything that I could have done to get an edge over my new spar partner. Judging from his looks, he looked like he was lean and limber even though I could tell he was much older than me. That didn’t mean anything in two. I knew well enough that people in their fifties were still training careers. Some of them were just as vicious as people who were training now. The thought of it was actually kind of scary, but from what I could gather here, my partner seemed like he was cool, calm, and collected. Three traits I tried to share with him.

He reminded me of my mother quite a bit. He had the same stance as her, and while it had been a long time since I had sparred with my mother, I could still remember her signature stance. Maybe that was why I was taking such a shine to the man that I just hit in the ass. I wanted to laugh when I hit him there to be honest, but this was a serious spar match, and I knew that he was forming his thoughts of where I was at in my training. After all, I was forming my own thoughts of him as an instructor as well.

Before I knew it, I felt his pole collide with my face, and for a second there, I was scared. I didn’t think he would move that fast, but then again, I didn’t know anything about my opponent when I boiled it down to the basics. He was someone that I needed to fear, but at the same time, I could admire him just as much.

However, I was someone that he needed to fear as well.

The last time I had been this hard, it was by some girl that smacked me upside the head with a medicine ball. That one stung for a couple days actually. My dad had to give me ice every couple of hours just to make sure it didn’t swell to bad. She thought it was hilarious, all the way up until I broke her arm while wrestling. She didn’t think I would do it, and well, I wasn’t someone to taunt with a good time. Especially when I wasn’t angry.

However, I wasn’t angry right now. I was excited. I was surprised by how good this instructor might have been. I was excited to see what new tricks I could learn from him, and I was, for once, actually enjoying career training. That meant something. Maybe I just needed someone who could keep up with me mentally as well as physically. From what I could tell so far, he might be older, but that didn’t make any difference. Maybe he was just as wise too?

That was to be determined.

After all, the battle had just begun, and I came to play.

I came to win.

Hopefully.

When his pole collided to my face, I wanted to wince in pain, but I couldn’t show that right now. I needed to keep my stance or I would surely be outrun by his speed. He was impressive to say easily. I wasn’t going to underestimate anyone in battle, especially not him. We all had different experiences, and obviously, he had more experience than I did. I had to humble myself with that.

I also had to show that I could be resilient even when I was struck point blank in the head. Even though I wanted to rub my head and try to numb the pain slightly, most people in the real world wouldn’t give me a chance too. Hell, in the games, you would be dead by the time you tried to rub the pain away. You had to be cutthroat or face the wrath of your opponent.

“Right.” I said as I moved in, calculating where I could strike next. I moved quickly, closing the gap again, trying to ignore the throbbing in my head.

My father would probably be proud to see me taking this so seriously. I wished he could see me now, just like I wished my mother could see me now.

She would probably tell me that she thought I was beautiful. She would probably tell me that I had every chance I could to win the games, that I was ready in every way I could be. As much as I wanted to believe her though, I never thought I was going to be ready for the games. This was all theoretical training after all. It was never something that was certain, because the games changed every year. I personally hated that about the games. There was no predictability in them. Or maybe that was something that I could admire. Most of the people I trained with were predictable, or were they? Maybe I was overthinking this too much.

I had to strike.

It didn’t matter.

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7150 -- Bruised Right Arm -- 2.0 damage

I struck him in the arm, and as I moved back, I felt like I accomplished something there. I had to keep him on his toes after all.

I knew that he was going to keep me on my toes anyway, and while I didnt think I did too much damage there, I knew that I was little but closer to end this spar.

"An arm is just as important though." I said to him, knowing full well that if I took an arm off a tribute, that would put me at a great advantage. There was less room for guarding, and the shock would paralyze them no doubt.

I collected myself and watched him closely, waiting for his next move.

yeah I got thicker skin