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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 29, 2012 21:56:48 GMT -8
Game on then!
Marcus would respond by reversing his grip on the stick, so that it ran down the length of his arm and bring his arm down, Pressing it against the flat of her blade, forcing it outside his guard before Side stepping towards the outside of hers.
From there he would feint toward her face before returning his grip to normal to give her a slap on the wrist with the flick of his wooden switch.
A Glint would be in his eye. Marcus wasen't much of a swordsman, so this represented a puzzel to see if he could incorporate her techniques into his own arsenal.
He was Learning.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 23:00:46 GMT -8
She has an iron grip and when his hand went to smack her wrist, it fell, but the blade did not leave the hand. Instead her hand just reddened. Sure it hurt, but she'd trained her muscles to NEVER let go of the blade. She quickly flipped backwards and held her sword in a different stance raising a brow.
"You sword fight often?"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Oct 31, 2012 22:24:42 GMT -8
His lips would form an embaressed smile.
"Ummm, if you count beating random stuff with sticks after watching Pirates of the Carribean sword fighting, then yeah!"
He would say with a laugh.
Well, truth be told he HAD taken a few lessons when he was much younger. This was where he had aquired his unique southpaw boxing style. His parents didn't have the money for anything more than a years worth of lessons though and so He had put the sword down for a long time, not having a blade of his own.
He was DAMN good at beating things with sticks though!
Spinning away from Bastille as she repositioned, Marcus would put one foot behind the other at a 45 Degree angle and hold his stick hand up with the blade pointing down (NOT in a reversed grip mind you) along his body, his off hand held behind his back for balance.
"Honestly I'm surprised you havent cut my stick in half already."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 31, 2012 23:54:17 GMT -8
"That's not what I was going for" She said quietly...the stick, would always be a stick- it was his limbs she was worried about. She watched him curiously with a brow raised, keeping her position in a 'low ward'. She'd wait for him to come at her this time, again- letting him do the teaching while she learned. Perhaps not exactly replicated, but learned.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 4, 2012 20:40:16 GMT -8
Now THAT caught the mans attention. The way she said it, the way she kept on her guard and the way she fought told him that she was taking this VERY seriously. Fighters only ever did that when they believed the person they were fighting was worth thier time. This thought pleased him more than he imagined it would have. Specialy considering this was stick versus sword, Wood versus steel.
Stepping forward into a pirrouette (NEVER be afraid to SPIN TO WIN!) Marcus would strike out at Bastilles face hoping to make the woman flinch and bring her blade up to deflect the blow, allowing him to then quikly turn his slash into a stab towards her unprotected belly.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 5, 2012 12:10:55 GMT -8
And why did no one ever duck at those moves? Sure blocking seemed like the smart option after training, but Bastille had always, ALWAYS, thought that just plain stupid. Dodge means dodge, and go in the most unobvious direction- which is the one no one likes when using a strong stance. She went down. She bent her knees and flew down, her leg flung out and went to try and kick his legs out from under him, using her sword to swipe around her head like a field. To tell the truth his pirouette surprised her, he WAS observant. She smirked and rolled back- standing up. Whether it worked or not, she'd be back up and a pace away- again.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 5, 2012 20:26:35 GMT -8
Touché!
Marcus had underestimated the womans skill. He wasen't too surprised as she ducked under her slash. He was going to respond to it with a quick flick of his wrist, sending the stick down to tap the top of her head when she suddenly lashed out with a sweeping kick that Marcus deftly avoided by hopping a pace back.
It was when he tried to counter THAT by lunging forward, hoping to catch her with a swift poke to the ribs before she could react that he realized too late that he overstepped and caught the top of her blade across his cheekbone, just underneath his right eye as she spun her blade around, causing him to recoil backwards as he wiped the bleeding cut with the back of his off hand.
"Well.......Shit. Ya got me!"
He sounded more impressed than dissapointed. In fact he sounded pretty much impressed. Her attack was well timed, fast and fluid. It reminded him of how he caught people off guard with his Capoiera flips.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 6, 2012 0:00:33 GMT -8
She rubbed her ribs although she wouldn't give him the pleasure of a return compliment. Sticks still hurt. Note to self, this whole- learn to fight exposed because it makes you fight harder thing, might not be right for certain situations. Then again..., she smirked.
"I'm insulted." She scoffed and went to her bag. Bending down, she'd give him the chance to strike her while her back was turned, but she took him for a rather honorable guy. She picked out her old rapier and quickly turned, tossing it to him.
"It's blunt, but I still feel more refined fighting against that, than a stick. Besides, I'd hate to break 'yours' too much, if you catch my tango" She mused allowed.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 7, 2012 21:28:11 GMT -8
Having deftly caught the offered blade, Marcus began to examine it, pulling it halfway out of it's scabbard and running his thumb along the edge. Ack, she was right, it WAS blunt. Well as long as the Tip was pointed, which after a quick examination as he pulled the blade full out and gave it a few practise swings proved it was NOT, Marcus would look up at her with a smirk on his lips.
"Oh you'd be quite surprised how much punishment my 'stick' could handle."
Giggidy.
The balance was nice though and it had JUST the right amount of flex. Strange how he rememebered that mattering. In fact, holding the blade in his hand, he could feel the old muscle memory returning.
"Besides, Many find it a great honor to be poked by my 'stick'."
Somehow. SOMEHOW he managed to say that with a straight face.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 8, 2012 1:54:46 GMT -8
"I felt all the honor I needed when we made the same style choices, thank you very much" She said circling around him like a cat.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Nov 11, 2012 2:33:34 GMT -8
The man quirked an eyebrow, confused. Apparently all that just went RIGHT over her head. Or she just chose not to aknowledge his particular brand of humor which just wasn't any fun at all!
"I see. Thank you, I guess?"
Marcus took position, holding his blade low, his wrist turned inward. He began to sidestep, crossing one foot infront of the other as he circled along with Bastille, moving in the same clockwise direction she was, always keeping her infront of him.
"So...what were you doing before i so rudely interrupted you? You don't normally see people pulling archery training out in the middle of nowhere for no reason."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 22, 2012 2:33:07 GMT -8
"Long distance is kind of a skill I have yet to acquire without guns. Amo is hard to come by these days"
She smirked, and stopped in her circling- looking him straight in the eye. She then did something- strange. She twirled and flipped herself over into a bridge position with her body, one leg poised in the air with a dagger balancing on top of it. Where it had come from? Her sleeve. She hardly used it, but this was a fun occasion to try. Her sword was still in her hand, pressing awkwardly as she held it against the ground, holding her body in that odd position.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Dec 1, 2012 21:23:45 GMT -8
"True enough."
Marcus agreed, raising an eyebrow at Bastilles rather unorthodox position. He winced and sucked in air through clenched teeth, emitting a pained hiss.
"Oh god your gonna snap the blaaaaaaaaade. What the HELL do you call that anyway? I mean at best all you can do is kick the dagger at me and I'd see that comming a MILE off......Or you could....I dunno backflip or somethi- You know what? Fuck it."
Suddenly Marcus would lunge, the point of his sword aimed......well to be honest Marcus wasen't really aiming for anything in particular. Mabey her foot. Yeah, Marcus aimed a strike for her outstretched calf mostly to see what would come from this goofy stance of hers.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Dec 3, 2012 0:51:42 GMT -8
Bastille would then kick herself up onto her hands, her leg bending and twisting in an attempt to use the metal sole of her boot to slide against the blade, lock it, and using her heel pull it away. The dagger would fall and Bastille (who had lowered her body in bending her leg) now had her back against the ground, her hips still in the air. As her back supported her weight, her hand reached out and grabbed the dagger. Over all the move would look like one giant kick up, twist and down as she simultaneously tried to steal his blade with her boot and cut at his ankles with the knife. Call her creative, but she'd been meaning to try it out.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Dec 12, 2012 21:44:42 GMT -8
Marcus would hiss as his blade was wrenched from his hand. He had to admit though it was a fancy ass move! Alittle too much flash for his tastes though, but considering that neither one of them were being too terribly serious about all this, it wasn't such a big deal to him.
Hell, he was having too much fun anyway!
Free of his weapon, Marcus observed Bastilles knife swing and smiled. It was high time he showed her a few flashy moves of his own then! Marcus would then Cartwheel over the swipe, landing on his feet before Putting his feet together and pulling them up into the air in a spin, hoping to bring them and his entire weight down on Bastille as she laid there on the ground.
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