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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 13, 2013 15:26:21 GMT -8
[[ooc: takes place before "Guess Who" thread with Barker- like...two weeks before]]
Bastille was in need of a test run.
As in...she was on a serious hype mode to up her stamina as a fighter. So...what better way than to pick on dragonlings?
"Come on, at least one of you bleeding sods HAS to be willing or wanting to give me one good punch to the noggin- and look, I'm even giving you the chance to try!"
'Cept...problem was...Most of them seemed either scared or annoyed that she was asking them to train with her. Bastille sighed heavily, her crimson eyes narrowing.
"well dont all rush at once...." Bored....and anger rising. This was pointless- she couldn't very well ask David because -well,...she couldn't find the guy. And she forgot where the other guy had told her he lived to bug him, the guy with the wolves...and Mathew cheated....oh Leon, she could try Leon...but Mathew had told her that might not be a good idea. Gods knew where Marcus was, and Delilah was all the way in crows....and Kyrie well- Bastille felt bad about whelping on the girl.
"Dont make me attack the lot of you at once..." she said dangerously low....
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Post by Your Mom~ on Jul 24, 2013 4:17:45 GMT -8
Olesya had been running training routines on the dragonlings today. Not one of her favorite past times as they were so squishy compared to her tough skin, but it needed to be done. And what better than to learn from one of the best?
The white haired woman looked over as the gauntlet was thrown, another powerful young woman challenging the lot of them to a fight. The nearest dragonlings took a step backward, afraid to fight the Earth Dragon's wife. Whether it was because they feared the wrath of the Earth Dragon, or if they knew her true power, they were afraid. Psh, babies.
"You'll have to excuse these babies.."
Olesya stepped forward through the throng, entering the clearing that was slowly opening around them.
"They're not exactly potty trained yet."
There were a couple scoffs from the crowd, but no one stepped forward to challenge either of the women. Olesya looked the woman over, recognizing her as the girl she'd been trapped in the room with back in the correctional facility all those years ago. No one had a head of hair quite like hers. Olesya had changed greatly, so she wouldn't be surprised or insulted if Bastille didn't recognize her.
"Let's dance."
She extended her arm with her palm upward, bending her fingers in a 'come at me' motion. Fighting dragonlings all day had left Olesya bored and in need of a challenge.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 24, 2013 14:00:39 GMT -8
Oh...OH THIS...this was fascinating. The voice of the storm dragon and the voice of the earth dragon (love interest involvement being irrelevant) this was bound to be exciting. Perchance the girl could even buckle her to the ground, Bastille was suddenly excited at the prospect that she might just wind up getting beat up...........She should really get a therapist.
A coy chuckle exited the blondes lips and she jumped down from the table she was standing on to meet the storm voice with a giant smirk.
"Apparently the appreciation for unsoiled garments has gone amiss in a post apocalyptic world were most have grown used to shitting themselves." She said cracking her back and stretching a bit.
"I'd be honored, ...and just for the record mine are perfectly clean." Bastille smirked with drawing her sword.
She knew that this girl was probably superior to her in some of the brute strength department....Bastille only hoped her own ability for precognition would carry her to not looking like a complete idiot. Bastille would hold her sword up and smirk, twisting her feet in her boots slightly. Ohh this was going to be superb!
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Post by Your Mom~ on Jul 29, 2013 4:22:24 GMT -8
Olseya snickered at the woman's return-jest. There were a couple other murmurs of 'Mine aren't soiled!' 'The nerve!' 'What a bitch.'[/i], but the fact remained that they had all remained too scared to face the woman one-on-one. She eyed the blade with a mildly impressed expression, before pulling her push daggers from the pouch at her waist. She'd liberated them off of a dead thug who had the misfortune of trying to break into their territory. Spoils of war.
"Ditto."
She smirked, reflecting the woman's amusement. She flexed her fingers, adjusting the push knives in her hands.
"Play till 'Mercy?'"
She asked, and once the conditions were agreed to or modified, Olesya would nod, taking off toward the woman at considerable speed. She kept her eyes on the blade, her peripherals trained on the woman's arm and legs muscles for movement. She kept her right arm ready to parry that gleaming blade while she flipped the blade down in her left hand to throw a non-bladed punch at Bastille's solar plexus. A simple move, but she had to open with something and see how she reacted before she could break out the fancy footwork.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 30, 2013 15:34:09 GMT -8
"Sure- or 'Uncle'" Bastille nodded, and then watched her begin. Her eyes traced the girls movements with precision. It had been a very long time since she had fought someone on this level- Mathew not counting. But instead of moving Bastille would take the hit to gouge the strength that this silver haired woman was throwing into her attacks. Moving her body so the damage area was minimal Bastille stumbled backwards and in order to catch herself flipped herself backwards and folding into a crouch on the ground with her sword hand held up to guard her against a second attack. She had yet to use the blade to attack.
Remedying that, she would go for a swift onslaught of rather formal fencing advances and some misplaced cautious ripostes. Her attacks were quick and meant to be determined, but Bastille was holding back. It may not have been obvious, but this was all to gauge what the silver haired girl would do, how she fought...she'd break out the theatrics later.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Aug 1, 2013 17:51:11 GMT -8
Olesya's eyebrows raised as Bastille took the hit. She wasn't working at her full strength, and it appeared that neither was Bastille. They were just having a friendly spar, after all. She didn't actually want to hurt the woman, and taking a hit every once in a while builds character.
After absorbing the hit, Bastille turned on the offensive. Olesya took a couple steps back, countering the sword swings with her push knives, meeting blade on blade. Clang clang clang! The glorious sound rang out through the courtyard, peppered by murmurs and grumbled from the audience. That was all white noise to Olesya, though, as she focused solely on the fight.
After the blades met again, Olesya pushed against the steel, attempting to ride up the blade to close the distance between them and place a well-aimed chop at Bastille's wrist at the tendon where her thumb met her forearm. Her aim was to disarm the woman, and though she didn't expect it to happen, she still carried out her moves confidently.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 2, 2013 10:24:03 GMT -8
Bastille smiled. Oh this was fun!
As the girl got close- and rather fast paced to boot- Bastille barely crouched into it, low on the ground- twisting to that she and Olyesa were facing the same direction and hoping to use the blades to either unlock or if the girl felt like hanging on, to get flipped around slightly as well- though Bastille was more worried about the chop to her wrist...not because it would disarm her- it wouldn't...Bastille had purposely been breaking her wrist for years so that it didn't work right. But, that was just it. Should the hit land it would effectively break her wrist and not her hold on the sword....and while she could muster through pain, she was already at the disadvantage. So she had ducked away from it, trying to use the elaborate move to unlock the blades and kick the girls feet out from under her.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Aug 23, 2013 16:20:53 GMT -8
The woman in front of her moved deftly indeed! Much like when they fought back in the correctional facility. Olesya was pleased she hadn't lost her touch. Bastille unlocked their blades, sweeping Olesya's feet out from under her. In an actual fight, Olesya would have been frustrated that she'd let her guard down, but a friendly spar meant room for improvement.
She decided to use this to her advantage. Back in high school she'd studied capoeira, learning to use her hands as well as her feet for balance. When her feet were swept out under her, she fell back to her hands, sweeping a low crescent kick parallel to the ground to take Bastille down with her. If it worked, she'd then attempt to kick her sword from her hands. It was probably a vain effort, but worth a try.
If it didn't work, she'd attempt to somersault backwards and out of the way, landing in a crouch.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 26, 2013 20:20:57 GMT -8
"Shi-" Bastille cursed as the leg came flying towards her.
Let's be honest here- Bastille had a slight inability to fathom that people could possibly be as flexible as her. It made this fight ten time more interesting, but it also made for a rather solid surprise. Bastille fell backwards onto her back, narrowly missing the kick but finding herself still....well...flat on her back.
Apparently she hadn't missed the kick entirely her chin felt scrapped. Ow. She didn't have time to think about that as she hoisted herself back onto her hands- using them to push off the ground and into the air just enough to twist her body forward into a crouch mirroring her fair haired friend.
"Impressive" she complimented.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Aug 27, 2013 3:54:57 GMT -8
"Likewise."
A cat-like grin graced the young woman's features, her stark white hair disheveled from their warrior's dance, but she was not yet sweating. Lately all her fights had been against intruders or offenders or barker's men, either way, death was always on the table for them. It drained the soul to take another life, to see the blood on her hands, either figuratively or literally. It was enough to dull the spark in her eyes.
But this...this was fun.
Olesya's kaleidoscope hues flashed with excitement, like a child looking up to a rollercoaster. It appeared that Bastille was just as skilled and tempermented as she was, which made for a good match. More Dragonlings gathered around to watch the spectacle, there was practically a solid wall around them.
Olesya launched herself from her crouched position, her palm daggers poised outward to counter a swing from the woman's sword. With her peripheral vision still on the sword and her arm movements, Olesya aimed a roundhouse at her gut.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 28, 2013 21:39:15 GMT -8
Bastille wasn't quite quick enough for that- seemed even her speed was better. She took the kick to the gut and immediately felt the wind knocked out of her chest. Now, this was a feeling she was well used to...and this fact only made Bastille glad that they were living in a post-destruction world... Otherwise Mathew would have been arrested by the neighbors by now for domestic violence. Bastille couldn't count the time they'd fought verbally, then fought physically to get over it- and he wound up knocking her out cold- with a kick to the gut. ESPECIALLY, after the twins had been born and she had healed up...it was like he got a kick out of the idea she might never have kids again. That aside, she was very used to kicks to the stomach by now. So she was able to choke back the pain and roaring woosh of wind in her lungs as she moved to try and grab Olyesa's leg, swing her around 45 degrees before throwing her as far as she could- ...which honestly wouldn't be very far with a sword still in your hands and really only one good hand to throw with...but hey it might put her off balance.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Sept 5, 2013 12:15:49 GMT -8
Luckily for Bastille, Sonic Boom triggered as she grabbed Olesya's leg and threw her, amplifying their moves and exaggerating physics. The slender white haired girl left the ground, turning in the air and landing hands first, catching herself (and inadvertantly dropping her push daggers in the process) and righting herself back around as her feet landed in a sort of almost-cartwheel.
Olesya held her hand out, shouting to the surrounding crowd.
"STAFF!"
A simple bo staff appeared from the crowd, landing in Olesya's open hand. She caught it, spinning it around as she retracted her arm, sliding her feet apart in a ready stance. She kicked the push daggers out of the way.
"So I hear you managed to snare the Earth Dragon. Not sure if I should congratulate you or wish you condolences."
She said with a wry smirk, stepping off the ground and launching herself at Bastille once more. She held the bo staff horizontally at her waist, pulling back with her left hand and pushing forward with her right to aim a strike at Bastille's ribcage.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 5, 2013 20:44:35 GMT -8
Bastille raised a brow at the bo-staff. It was all she could so from almost bouncing with fangirl excitement at the prospect of her first ever fight with a bo-staff. She'd fought a guy with a Lance, a spear...and something she couldn't quite dignify was a weapon......so she had some experience with long weapons- but never an actual bo-staff. Her heart actually skipped a beat.
"Condolences- " She replied smirking, staying in a crouch and watching her lightly. That was until she charged and Bastille jumped up in the air, hopefully using the bo-staff and Olyessas strong grip as a second kick off point before flipping over top of her, and landing on a crouch on the other side, sumersaulting and spinning around.
"He snores like a bear- ...." She smirked and stood, racing back at her with her blade- not using characteristic rapier style attacks but instead- a lot more like katana strikes- precise and with a certain weight attribute so as to not hinder the blade. She would barrage her with attacks, hoping to keep the girl on the defensive.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Sept 11, 2013 6:44:40 GMT -8
A sharp, amused laugh escaped the white-haired woman at her words...snored like a bear! Somehow Olesya could imagine Mathew doing as such. It was nice to see that Bastille had a great sense of humor as well. Did she know that she and Mathew were old flames? Did she recognize Olesya as the girl from the correctional facility all those years ago? Olesya had been a different person then...different hair, different eyes. The only reason Olesya recognized Bastille was that she had never seen another person with hair like Bastille's. It was iconic, and suited her.
"My condolences then. Perhaps I'll have to give you earplugs as an anniversary gift."
The laughter still in her voice, she parried the attacks Bastille greeted her with. The hard wood of the bo staff was strong enough to handle the steel biting into it from her light agile attacks. Each parry left marks in the polished wood, though held true to its simple yet sturdy design.
At the last parry, Olesya held pressure against Bastille's sword, pushing it toward the outside of her body and rushing up at the same time to aim another roundhouse kick at her abdomen.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Sept 11, 2013 6:44:50 GMT -8
A sharp, amused laugh escaped the white-haired woman at her words...snored like a bear! Somehow Olesya could imagine Mathew doing as such. It was nice to see that Bastille had a great sense of humor as well. Did she know that she and Mathew were old flames? Did she recognize Olesya as the girl from the correctional facility all those years ago? Olesya had been a different person then...different hair, different eyes. The only reason Olesya recognized Bastille was that she had never seen another person with hair like Bastille's. It was iconic, and suited her.
"My condolences then. Perhaps I'll have to give you earplugs as an anniversary gift."
The laughter still in her voice, she parried the attacks Bastille greeted her with. The hard wood of the bo staff was strong enough to handle the steel biting into it from her light agile attacks. Each parry left marks in the polished wood, though held true to its simple yet sturdy design.
At the last parry, Olesya held pressure against Bastille's sword, pushing it toward the outside of her body and rushing up at the same time to aim another roundhouse kick at her abdomen.
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