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Lightsaber Umbrella [Closed]

WHO: Grievous & the Penguin
WHERE: Nonah
WHEN: This week
WHAT: Meeting and combat training (possibly) with General Grievous & Oswald Cobblepot
WARNINGS: n/a

Once a time and place had been arranged, Grievous traveled to Nonah to meet with Oswald. He had not visited this particular city before and so did glance around curiously once he arrived. But that was the extent of his interest. His focus was getting to the meeting place on time. He wanted to make a good impression since clients had been unfortunately rare.

His appearance did draw some fearful stares but he paid them little attention. Most knew he was an imPort and left him alone. He had a large bag slung across his back. It clacked as he walked along, full of various weapons. Oswald had mentioned an umbrella but Grievous was uncertain what use that would be. Still, it was pointless to teach someone to fight with something they already could handle well enough. Perhaps his client would like to try something different - and so the cyborg had brought some variety with him.

As he strode into view of the appointed place, there was no lightsaber in sight as it was hidden and tucked away neatly in its pocket under his red and grey cloak. It was the only clothing that he was wearing, as anything else would hinder his metallic frame. Even the cloak usually came off in a fight.

"Greetings," he began when he spotted Oswald at last. "Are you ready to begin?"

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Oswald had found a building that wasn't quite on the 'abandoned' end, but secluded enough from most foot traffic that anything they did there wasn't going to be gawked at by bystanders. All across the rooftops around the place were birds of various sorts roosting quietly. Many of them natural enemies but apparently ignoring that part while they preened each other and generally hung out in peace.

Oswald, himself, left a very bird-like impression as he walked forward with a limping gait that resembled a bit of a waddle. He was holding his umbrella over his shoulder with his left hand and reaching forward to shake one of Grevious' with his right, "Good day to you, as well. Thank you for coming. And I suppose I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

He glanced at the bag, "What did you bring?"

At just over seven feet tall, Grievous was an imposing sight to some but Oswald seemed to give the impression that he wasn't bothered by that. Grievous wasn't yet sure what to make of him and hadn't yet noticed the birds.

He placed the bag down and opened it, pulling out various weapons - a short but heavy sword; a pair of large ornate knives and a metal staff that was compact at first but sprung to full size at the click of a button. He placed all of these weapons down side by side.

"Choose what you want to try," he offered.

Oswald, standing at 5'6", but looking a bit shorter due to a hunch that had formed from using a cane, was not at all bothered by the height of his new friend. Sure, he was a full head taller than most of the tallest people Os knew, but if he'd been intimidated by everyone that towered over him, he'd never have gotten anywhere.

He glances at the weapons laid out and then brought his umbrella down off his shoulder, switching it to his right hand, "I want to try this."

He held it out for Grievous to take and get a feel for. It was longer than a standard umbrella, having been made with the clear intention to use as a proper cane, with a stylized penguin head in sliver as it's handle. It was otherwise a normal, plain black umbrella.

Taking the umbrella, he could see some use for it as a weapon, if an unusual one. But he wanted to see it in action.

He briefly took a swing with it as if it was a sword then handed it back.

"Show me what you can do with this."

Oswald looked the man over, leaning in as he set the umbrella tip-down to use it for support. With a frown, he squinted, "I don't suppose you have any vitals I could shove it through? A throat to stick it in? A fleshy part of the shoulder or back to beat on and cause severe pain?"

"You can demonstrate without causing such harm," Grievous replied, a little wary about that answer. His only living parts were his eyes, a brain kept safe under his mask and some organs, also kept safe under his metal ribs. He'd rather they weren't touched. He could also have transformed into the more vulnerable human form but he didn't feel he could fight well in that, even for training. There was one other option - being his proper alien form, but he had questions first.

"Do you wish to truly injure me here or are these mere examples of what you believe your weapon can do?"

"You said show you what I can do with it," Oswald shrugged. "Those are things I know I can use it for, but I don't really have a target, do I?"

He paused for a second, then twisted the handle and pulled the short knife hidden inside out for inspection,"Well, all that, and this, too. But I'm already well versed in blades like this one. I want to master something a little more non-traditional."

"As this is a training session, it is unnecessary to strike killing blows," Grievous answered plainly. "I have no doubt that a blade can stab or that a staff can render an enemy unconscious."

"Did you have another weapon in mind? I have access to many varieties of Earth's weaponry."

Os shook his head and put the concealed blade back in place before lifting the umbrella once more to his shoulder, "No. This is supposedly my 'super power'. Though it came with no notes as to how it would work, just that it was mine. So... I want to learn to use it. See if there's any other hidden surprises about it. Right now, I know of only two. The blade and the canopy being bulletproof. I want to know if there are more."

Since the other man seemed to be insistent that Oswald try something else, he figured it would be best to be completely honest about why he was so insistent on training with the umbrella. It was important.

The cyborg tilted his head, regarding the man for a moment. That made sense, although he wasn't here to be a punching bag.

"Then you may strike at me. Regardless of actual injuries, you can still practice with it. My frame will withstand much."

The armorplast and durasteel could deal with lightsabers, blasters, explosions and even the vacuum of space. He didn't think an umbrella could do much damage...

He picked up the short sword to use as a counter though, for purpose of defensive moves, just to see how well Oswald could fight.

"Attack," he instructed.

Oswald eyed the short sword. He could probably dodge it. Maybe. He wasn't used to longer blades like that in a fight. Still...

Firming up his grip on the umbrella, he swung it hard like he would a bat, aiming for a shoulder. He wasn't very well practiced at 'sparing' so he'd probably have to get the hang of that, too. The whole not going in for the kill except for when trying to torture part anyway.

Grievous easily blocked it, knocking the umbrella aside although he wasn't pushing hard so Oswald likely kept his grip on it. The cyborg was built for combat and dueling but he was not fighting here. Only training. This had gone badly in the past with some imPorts going too far with him, getting aggressive and actually attacking so he was aware of that possibly happening again but he tried to keep this professional on his end.

"Try again."

Oswald didn't like his attack being deflected so easily, even if it was entirely understandable what with him going after a weapons master. Grumbling, he re-affirmed his grip and swung for the legs.

Maybe he could take out a kneecap?

This time Grievous allowed it, if only to at least see what Oswald would do. It was like swinging at the side of an armored spaceship though so as yet the blow did very little to unbalance Grievous.

"Keep going," he encouraged.

At least the man didn't try to block it. Even if it did absolutely nothing to him. Oswald swung back with all his might, frustrated that he was getting no where, and brought it back down, this time across the hips. It felt heavier in his hands for some reason, weightier. Like it was a solid piece of steel.

Probably his imagination. But it felt good to think of it like that.

It didn't make any real damage but Grievous did feel the strike was getting more powerful. He assumed that it was Oswald himself getting angrier and more emotional and not the weapon itself.

"Good. Let passion inflame you in battle."

"Inflame you," he muttered under his breath, stepping back a pace and glaring at his opponent. He didn't move while he assessed the man the way others might. He didn't need to pace around to get a good overview. Considering this man wasn't human, however, he didn't have much to go on for what might actually get through.

Working himself up into an angry fit, he pointed his umbrella at Grievous, snapping at him, "This is supposed to be you trying to show me how to use this! Not just standing there and- and mocking me!"

He sucked in a deep breath and in the next instant a bright plume of fire burst forth from the end of his umbrella. The sudden force of it and the entirely unexpected form of attack elicited an entirely penguin-like squawk from Oswald as he fell backwards onto his ass. The umbrella and it's flame waving wildly with his flailing before finally going out as he dropped it and stared at it in shock.

That startled Grievous as well but he just took a few steps back, trying to keep out of the way of the flame. Even so, it scorched a burn mark along his shoulder blade. He made a surprised sound. It didn't hurt him but it was an annoyance.

"I did not mock you," he began seriously. He'd just been trying to encourage him and let him fight, bringing out his emotions. Maybe he brought out too much.

But he noticed that Oswald seemed to be shocked by the display. So it had been unexpected...

"Your umbrella holds secrets," he remarked. "Do you know how it did that?"

Whatever anger Oswald had been stoking was completely gone as he scooted himself into a sitting position, his bad leg stretched out before him. He shook his head 'no' and just kept staring at the umbrella as it lay there, mere inches away, waiting for him to pick it up again.

"No. I... I didn't even know it had the capacity. There's no tank for the gas it would have to carry to do that and no obvious trigger buttons. I think I clicked something on the handle right before it started doing... that. But..."

He reached over and pulled it to him, inspecting the penguin head, "No... no. Nothing there. Nothing's seemed to have changed about it."

He'd just been mad at the apparent mockery and thoughts of 'inflaming' his foe had flickered through his head for a brief moment.

"A sort of magic then," he reasoned, curious but wary. "I want you to be able to discover your talents of combat. You will need to find out why this happened, whether from the umbrella or from your own mind."

He was used enough to Force users to not be surprised by such things. Not only the Jedi but the Night Sisters and their Dark magic.

Os wanted to study the umbrella, but he first had to stand up. He didn't like having to do this in front of those who didn't know him, as it was an awkward affair with his leg the way it was. But he once he'd managed to do so, he held his umbrella in both hands and looked it over.

He opened the canopy, examining it as he closed it and opened it again.

"Maybe it's a bit of both?" It came out as a question, but was more him talking to himself. "It's my superpower, so it might be me, but... only with this specific umbrella? I'd have to get another to test it."

Oswald spun the umbrella in his hands and held it like a shotgun. He focused, wanting it to be a shotgun. It didn't change appearances, but when he pulled on the closed canopy, it clicked loudly, ready to be fired.

"Oh my..." Os grinned, aiming it at the wall. He reflexively squeezed the canopy release like he would a trigger and - BAM! Shotgun fire.

"Oh my!"

"Impressive," Grievous said, not flinching at the sound. He grew up with rifles; he was used to it.

"It seems that you have many weapons in one. I see now why you wanted to use this in our sparring. Are you manipulating it? A kind of transformation?"

He was used to that also, but with himself having that ability. A limited shape-shifting.

"I didn't know it could do that," he said, shaking his head in awe as he studied the umbrella. It didn't look any different. It still looked exactly like a normal umbrella, if a bit large. That was it.

"I found out it could block bullets when someone pulled a gun on me about a week before I contacted you. When you offered lessons, I had hoped it might prove to be something... more. But this is beyond expectations."

Oswald grinned and hobbled over to Grievous, patting one of his arms, "Thank you for this opportunity. Truly. Perhaps you should show me some of that sword work? Clearly, the umbrella can hold up to the damage."

"Do you mean my lightsaber?" He remembered how impressed Oswald was by it initially. "We can see how much it can withstand, although I do warn you that this weapon can cut through nearly anything that exists."

But with the special properties that umbrella possessed, even Grievous was curious if it could block a lightsaber's blade.

"I was thinking the short sword, but..." Now he's curious. "Why not try it?"

"The sword would provide no real threat in comparison to this, " Grievous claimed as he pulled the lightsaber out and ignited it. It glowed green, humming dangerously. "Perhaps your magic is strong enough... as long as you are aware of the risk."

As he'd said, the lightsaber could cut through most known materials.

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