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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 14:31:05 GMT -8
Bastille didn't pounce. That would take the fun out of later. She simply sat there, her hand absently on her stomach as she hummed to herself and randomly shouted out new rotations. They'd be at this a while. Her thoughts continued on possible lesson plans...entertaining the thought of having Marcus help out since his footwork was not too shabby and he would be an excellent partner- ....if only so Bastille didn't feel the need to give up her moves. Marcus would also be a good sparring partner for her as a way to do demonstrations... She seemed lost in thought, but not enough to forget calling out new combinations.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 14:33:52 GMT -8
The hesitation wasn't there anymore. When he fought he was used to adapting. He wasn't going to let himself get caught off guard again. He flowed from each rotation to the next. His mind focusing on what he was doing over the fact that Bastille was kind of a bitch. Needless to say his mood was lightening up.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 14:35:13 GMT -8
Bastille stood and walked in front of him. She crossed her arms over her chest and blinked in her usual bored manner.
"Think you're ready to try it out?"
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 14:38:45 GMT -8
"Learn by doing."
That's how he learned everything. He never had formal schooling for any kind of combat. How he was used to learning was being thrust in to a fight and either having to figure out how to pull off a win or get his ass beat. More so when he was younger than now. But it's still how he learned best.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 14:40:12 GMT -8
Bastille smiled.
"Then we are done for today. We'll be getting up tomorrow bright and early and do it all again."
Oh yes, DEVIOUS SMILE.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 14:43:32 GMT -8
"As you wish."
He gave her a mocking and way over the top bow. Just in case she didn't catch the bite in his voice. Practice had taken longer than he had wanted today, especially with how she had woken him up for it bright and early. Only now he was up and couldn't go back to bed.
The day was not off to a good start for him and without a doubt someone today was going to pay for that. There was just no telling who would be the unlucky bastard to misstep around him first.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Feb 27, 2013 14:52:52 GMT -8
Bastille walked up to him and used her sword to smack the stick from his hand. She leaned up on her tip toes and barely was able to reach his lips with hers for a small peck.
"Thanks for playing nice" She chimed sweetly. Maybe tomorrow she'd wake him up with something better than a pillow to the face. She winked at him and began walking back down the empty freeway ramp. But instead of heading home, she was off to go practice herself.
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