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maskormenacelogs2017-06-21 04:32 pm
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[Closed - Constellation training]
WHO: Grievous and Daryl Dixon
WHERE: Secretive training location
WHEN: Today
WHAT: Secret training
WARNINGS: Possibly violence
Having had three previous training sessions with members of Constellation, Grievous was prepared for... well, anything. Two of them had been difficult and had a bad attitude, showing very little respect - but they'd both had unique skills. All three had their worth, he supposed, if Count Dooku saw fit for them to be in the organisation. He had to trust the man's faith in them.
The latest one to approach him was Draugr and he had no idea what to really expect. He was given very little warning or information about his fellow Constellation members which was frustrating in a way but he knew Dooku also wanted to test him as much as the other recruits. That was an irritating fact but he went along with it, confident in himself as a warrior.
He hoped that this 'Draugr' didn't feel the need to provoke and prove themselves by picking a fight rather than doing some proper training. He didn't have the patience for such troublemakers.
He waited at the appointed place - a spaciously open room, like a mini-gymnasium but without the equipment - at the appointed time - 2pm. As before, he had a table laid out with various weapons since there had been no specifics given. They could pick and choose what skills needed to be most brushed up on. Grievous had decided this time to appear in his cyborg form. It was the most immediately intimidating and the most powerful and so suited the task well.
WHERE: Secretive training location
WHEN: Today
WHAT: Secret training
WARNINGS: Possibly violence
Having had three previous training sessions with members of Constellation, Grievous was prepared for... well, anything. Two of them had been difficult and had a bad attitude, showing very little respect - but they'd both had unique skills. All three had their worth, he supposed, if Count Dooku saw fit for them to be in the organisation. He had to trust the man's faith in them.
The latest one to approach him was Draugr and he had no idea what to really expect. He was given very little warning or information about his fellow Constellation members which was frustrating in a way but he knew Dooku also wanted to test him as much as the other recruits. That was an irritating fact but he went along with it, confident in himself as a warrior.
He hoped that this 'Draugr' didn't feel the need to provoke and prove themselves by picking a fight rather than doing some proper training. He didn't have the patience for such troublemakers.
He waited at the appointed place - a spaciously open room, like a mini-gymnasium but without the equipment - at the appointed time - 2pm. As before, he had a table laid out with various weapons since there had been no specifics given. They could pick and choose what skills needed to be most brushed up on. Grievous had decided this time to appear in his cyborg form. It was the most immediately intimidating and the most powerful and so suited the task well.
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He let himself slip into Mako's memories, into how her body moved and walked into the building like she was entering the Kwoon. Between both of their lives, she was more skilled, more knowledgable of the fighting forms. But when powers were left out of it, he brought a sheer brutality to a fight that she'd never quite had the opportunity to achieve. They were well matched. He hadn't let himself indulge so deeply in her memories since she left and it was a bit disorientating and momentarily heartbreaking. But the moment passed quickly. Her own resolve to not let things phase her while she worked settling in along side his ability to push things away into numbness.
So it was that he walked like someone who'd trained nearly all their life for a fight.
The sight of Grevious, all mechanical and larger than life was surprising only because Daryl hadn't known what to expect of Mars. He'd seen too much already in his short year in this world for it to be anything else. His eyes went from the robotic being dominating the focus of the room to the weapon bench once he'd had a moment to take the man(?) in. He eventually picked the bo staff just to have something to warm up with. While he'd been practicing what he knew from Mako for the last few months, he hadn't really taken up sparring with anyone just yet. In that, at least, he did need the practice. More than any particular weapon.
Daryl toed his boots off before walking up to stand opposite Grevious. He took a moment to bow - Mako always bowed - then settled back on his heels. The staff loosely locked between an elbow and his back while his other hand came up in front of him and his stance widened. Quietly inviting Mars to make the first move.
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The silent and serious manner he also liked and acknowledged it with a polite nod of his head. His voice, when he spoke, was harshly metallic but held a dignity of its own.
"Welcome. I see you are ready."
The cyborg turned briefly and picked up a similar weapon to match what Daryl now held, to be fair. At least to begin with. A staff wasn't his preferred weapon but he could do well enough with it. They could test with other weapons later.
"Then we shall begin."
The staff in Grievous' clawed hand began to twirl, faster and faster - it made a whirring sound and almost became a blur. Possibly this was a distraction tactic as much as a display of skill - and then he abruptly struck down toward Daryl. His aim wasn't to hit, though - if the man didn't get out of the way, block or counter attack fast enough, Grievous intended to stop short of actual contact.
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"How quick are you, I wonder," he said aloud giving some warning of what was to come.
Grievous struck down then made repeated poking motions toward Daryl, almost like he was stabbing with a long blade rather than using a staff. The movements were swift but precise, probably getting close as Daryl moved around to avoid. Evasion could be as important as knowing how and when to attack, he thought. Some tended to underestimate defensive moves.
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Daryl snarled behind his mask, the first sound he'd made other than the occasional grunt or hiss of pain from a strike landing too close or too hard to be entirely avoided. Mars could move the staff with a speed Daryl couldn't hope to match, but when he did so, he tended to leave openings where someone could dart in if they were willing to get bruised in the process. Daryl was more than willing. He waited half a heartbeat after his snarl before shifting his grip and his stance into a new style that had him sliding under Mars' last strike, letting the staff come down on one shoulder and forcing it to graze instead of land soundly. His skidded past Mars and sent his staff into the back of the man's knee.
He didn't know how sturdy the metal was, but he hoped it would be enough to make him stumble, if not buckle for a second or two.
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"Is this the weapon you are most familiar with?"
He suspected that it wasn't, purely because more familiar weaponry probably wouldn't need the extra training. He waited patiently for a response, although did wonder if Draugr could actually speak at all.
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In that sense, Dooku had been sort of correct. He wasn't sure Mars could teach him much -though new forms of combat were possible since he was obviously not from earth - but he was obviously very good at what he did. He'd be a decent sparring partner if Daryl chose to pursue it.
He shook his head in answer, still refraining from speaking. He knew his voice and manner of speech was recognizable among the imports and was trying his best not to make enough noise to be identified on a casual basis. Daryl moved away from Mars and to the table. He picked up a simple knife - one about six inches long - and held it up. That was the one he was most familiar with of all the weapons Mars had out.
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Since Daryl had chosen a staff and now a knife, he assumed that's where his skills lay - or what he was most comfortable with. With more direct hand-to-hand style of fighting.
"Let us see how well you can do against this." For himself, he picked up a large sword. It looked very unfair next to the knife but Grievous believed in a challenge and it was a good test of how his opponent could overcome such odds, stepping up the stakes even further by picking up second sword.
He indicated that Daryl was also free to choose a second weapon if he wanted to.
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He rolled his eyes and didn't bother hiding that he found the request more than a little on the dumb side. But he picked up another knife all the same. And another. And another. Each of them were different sizes, because that's what was out there. But by the time he was done loading up he had six. A couple were shoved into his belt in a manner that showed he really was familiar with using them even without the proper sheaths. The rest were held between his left and right hands. One in his right and the others in his left. The staff left on the table.
Daryl moved out toward the center of the room, slowly circling Mars and looking like he was taking his time to get into position. No actual stance taken. After a few moments of continued circling it would probably be obvious that despite the lack of stance, Daryl was ready and waiting for Mars to come at him. He just wasn't taking the obvious offensive or defensive yet.
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"Two can play at that game," he remarked with humour and his pair of arms split into an extra pair - now he had four arms and along with the two swords already in his hands, a third pulled out his one green lightsaber and ignited that. The fourth, for the moment, remained free - but it was still a strong metal claw, capable of crushing softer things.
"I do remind you that this is training. I merely want to see what you can do," he added. The saber was spun much as the staff had been before he lurched forward, striking on all sides with the three blades.
It wasn't very fair but he again didn't have intent to hurt or kill. Mostly he wanted to see how quickly Daryl could react.
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Well fuck that.
Daryl's eyes narrowed above his improvised mask and he stalked back to the table and slammed the knives back down. Every last one of them. Then he flipped Mars the bird and started to walk out. Whatever Dooku thought anyone could learn from the man was not worth that aggravation.
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"Are you going to run away? Is that your solution for surviving a fight?" The tone wasn't as mocking as the words may have implied. Running away could be a fine strategy in the right situation.
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If he couldn't entirely hide his voice, he could at least hide his accent. He seethed a little, before speaking in flawless Japanese. No accent to be found and thank Mako for that. Whether or not Mars understood it, he didn't particularly care.
"I'm not running away from a fight. I'm walking away from someone who doesn't know anything about restraint when training a body. You think one knife against two swords is a good way to test someone? You think my evening the playing field by getting more means you should up the ante to damn near impossible and throw a god-damned lightsaber into the mix just because? It's bullshit and you're full of bullshit and you shouldn't be training anyone if you can't test someone without going full throttle at them."
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"If you want to begin with something more to your own level then... perhaps this would help."
And without any fanfare, he smoothly transitioned; transforming into his human form - a foot shorter than the cyborg at a little over six feet tall and not nearly so imposing to look at. He held his hands out in a gesture almost like a shrug - and he hoped that Draugr could in fact understand him. Maybe the man didn't even speak Basic.
"Is this better?"
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But he still shook his head, "Nah."
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"You are free to leave," he dismissed. "If you so wish."
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