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| Tweet Topic Started: May 26 2009, 04:37 PM (583 Views) | |
| Katyusha | May 26 2009, 04:37 PM Post #1 |
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0938 Hours Local Time, Open Training Area Marina cut off her morning run at about 5 miles, which she'd done in about 37 minutes. It wasn't particularly fast pace, but that wasn't really the objective. She was wearing fairly simple training clothes: A black shirt, pants, and combat boots, and preferred to train in the open area rather than the indoor range because it was more suited to her own morning routine, and of course, safety reasons. Some parts of her morning training generally couldn't be done indoors. Well, not safely at any rate. Picking up a target (an empty aluminium can), she cleared her mind, and hurled the can skywards as far as it would go. ![]() As fast as she could imagine it... Begin projection(TRACE ON) Loading Projections Composition Material: High-Carbon Steel Total Length: 51.5 inches Point of Balance: 1 inch from... A series of longswords seemed to shimmer into the air beside her, and the first shot off in a flash of light towards the can. The point of the run (besides keeping fit) was to get pumped up to simulate the stress of a real combat situation. Despite the fatigue, in less time than it took the can to fall, she'd completed the process of projecting a weapon in a hurry to strike a target with steady aim despite the adrenalin going through her system. It was less than a half second later that the first weapon struck the can by the edge, Rather than piercing through, it merely transferred enough kinetic energy to keep it going skyward and somewhat off to a side before seemingly disintegrating into air. It was a training projectile - A half-done projection with so little Es energy used for it's body that it couldn't possible last for long. It was another exercise in precision to accurately get a feel for the amount of energy expended to produce a weapon for combat, and one suited for training, again done in a slightly fatigued state. As her target veered off, a second projectile launched to meet it. The cycle repeated itself another 4 times before the fifth sword - this one, a fully projected one - struck it dead centre, and pierced right through, tearing it into two jagged pieces. The parts fell to Earth with all the grace of bird that suffered a sudden heart attack. By her feet, there were 5 more such targets prepared. |
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| Mutodoke | May 29 2009, 12:51 AM Post #2 |
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A horn blared across the area, freezing the hearts of trainees and veterans alike, it's source unquestionable and dreaded. A large truck as ridiculous as the man behind the wheel crashed onto the green and plowed it's way across the training field. A group of runners dived out of the way as he made his way into the shooting area. Bullets, misfired or otherwise, wizzed by or ricocheted from it's chromed metallic hull. They might as well call it quits for training today. The monster machine kicked up dirt as it made it's way towards the young woman flinging swords into the air. The unstoppable mass of metal swung around as it neared, making it's decorative lights appear to dance through the air. For a moment it was just a swirling mass of light and noise, and then all of a sudden there was a stop, only a few feet from the young Ms. Marina. The horn sounded once more, like the screech of an owl paralyzing it's prey before the kill. For a moment there was silence, and it was as if it were an eternity as everyone watched the grotesque machine sit and hum with a distinct electrical gentleness. Then there was a crash and a clang, a shout of Japanese, possibly cursing, then what was most definitely a string of curses in Chinese as it could be the only thing that was making the GLADIUS agents' ears burn. The back door of the truck snapped up all of a sudden revealing a dark inside spotted with flashing lights and wiring noises. Somehow, the truck seemed bigger on the inside, though due to the darkness no real space was determinable. "What a quaint little game you seem to be playing," Ando said with a gleam in his eye. As if it were reflected into his glasses, the lenses flared giving him an almost inhuman appearance for a moment. Then he tossed the shades aside staring directly at Marina. "Do you mind if I assist with your morning routine?" he said, not as much a question as a statement of his current plans. |
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| Katyusha | May 29 2009, 01:35 PM Post #3 |
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"You're disrupting everyone's training. Again." she said, sounding somewhat agitated "You're never going to learn are you?" A sigh. However many times he was told, he was still abit of a nuisance in that regard. Didn't this many know the meaning of subtlety and consideration, she asked herself, before deciding that no, he probably didn't, else he wouldn't have had so many warnings regarding such behavior over the years. |
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| Mutodoke | May 29 2009, 01:50 PM Post #4 |
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"Am I never going to learn? Or are they?" he said quizzically, a smirk falling on his face. His hat shaded his face, keeping the upper half obscured by shadow, but students and GLADIUS agents alike were used to this. The man who was more of a delinquent than the ones he was in charge of dealing with. He laughed almost maniacally at the woman's consternation. "They'll never get any better if they just keep playing those games," he said like a parent lecturing a child, despite their ages being roughly the same. He made a gun shape with his hand and pointed it at an approaching security guard. The man was new, it was obvious by his cautious and curious approach. "Bang!" he said, pulling his hand back like a gun rearing after a shot. He then used his extended pointer finger to push up his hat, causing the shadows to retreat and allow his face to be illuminated. The man slowly began to realize who he was and backed off. An established Athena agent and credible member of SEED's faculty was not to be trifled with over such a matter as interrupting morning training. He glanced lazily down at the targets lain out by Marina. He scratched his chin, his hat still pushed up, giving him an oafish look. Those educated in Ando's ways would be worried to realize that he was quite dissatisfied with the display. "That won't do. Not for your talents m'dear," he said in a peculiar manner. His eyes lit up as an idea came to him. "Those targets are too large, and slow. Besides, what fun is it if they're barely moving. Want to try something a little more challenging?" |
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| Katyusha | May 29 2009, 02:46 PM Post #5 |
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"You're missing the point, but I don't have anything better to do for the morning I suppose." Afterall, it was less practice for a target, and more a practice for her projections. |
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| Mutodoke | May 30 2009, 12:37 PM Post #6 |
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"Of course you don't," Ando said with a smug grin. He enjoyed these little games. All the older GLADIUS members were aware of his methods and all played their parts assuredly, they may seem to be upset but in the end all that mattered with results, and boy did he get them. But before results the scientific method had to be followed. He produced a small black rectangular object from his sleeve. It was a beeper sized remote control covered in buttons. Ando's thumb gravitated over a large red button, then quickly fell on a smaller blue one below it. A number of bright red lights shined from the darkness of the interior of the truck. They grew brighter as a whirring noise began to build, indicating that whatever their source was, it was drawing closer. "Ever seen Star Wars?" he asked with a curious leer in his eyes. The whirring grew louder, and finally grew to a climax as a group of metallic orbs came flying out of the back of the truck. They circled around the pair a few times before taking solitary positions floating in the air. The hovering spherical machines each possessed a single glowing red eye, which was focused on the two humans standing on the ground. "Don't worry, they're just for observational purposes..." Ando said, trailing off. He extended his right arm in front of him, level with his head, palm facing Marina. He spread his fingers wide, hand obscuring his face. One moment he was there and the next he was not. In his place were six silver blades, reflecting the white light of the early morning sun. "Lets get started," his voice resounded from behind Marina's current position. |
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| Katyusha | May 30 2009, 04:58 PM Post #7 |
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"This again?" she smirked, raising her right hand, and a broad Chinese-style sword, a Dao, shimmered into view. On her left meanwhile, appeared a set of throwing knives. [BGM Start] "Being stabbed just a hair deep wouldn't hurt... though, being stabbed in the eye at just a hair deep probably would hurt quite a bit." |
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| Mutodoke | May 31 2009, 07:39 AM Post #8 |
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The scalpel blades flew forward cutting threw the air and glinting in the sunlight like arrows of light. As they flew at Marina they spread out aiming at various vital points of her body. A malicious grin spread across Ando's face, this was the kind of excitement required for real training. He would blur the line between practice and real combat. From behind he swept back part of his robe revealing the bokuto he constantly carried around, rested his hand on the hilt in a drawing grip. "Lets see if your reaction time has gone up at all," he said while simultaneously lunging forward and drawing his blade. Like a wave of lightning his blade swept across aiming to graze the young woman's back. It wouldn't do to maim her in the training without drawing out a bit more of her power. None the less, he was reluctant to hold back, knowing that healers were available if necessary. With the blades flying in at her front, and Ando's attack from behind he had sprung a sudden pincer maneuver on the woman. |
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| Katyusha | May 31 2009, 01:19 PM Post #9 |
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And with Ando's movement, the match had begun. With a shift in position, Marina simply moved her body in such a way as to avoid the advancing shot of scalpels. Near-misses and grazes to be sure, but there was no need to waste energy with an exaggerated movement. In the same action, her left hand shot out to meet Ando's weapon and, with the knives still firmly held between her fingers, struck flat against flat as she tried to trap the blade between the crossguards while her right hand moved to strike the man. ![]() A simple, unified action with the whole body to both defend and strike in a single action. |
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| Mutodoke | Jun 1 2009, 04:20 AM Post #10 |
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Even if the sword-maiden was an accomplished infighter she wouldn't have much luck with novice tactics such as these. The knives were quite capable of catching his shallow one handed swing, but that did not concern him. In a state of equilibrium his entire body twisted, his wrist turning to violently twist the larger blade in order to wrench the knives from her hands, and simultaneously bringing up the sheath gripped by his left hand to block from below. He angled the tough saya the upward and at a slant so it did not make full contact with her Dao, instead pushing it up high and away from his head. Without ever halting his turn he moved like a whirlpool continuing his spin, his blade and scabbard encircling his body, he made a full three hundred and sixty degree turn bringing his weapon about to slash at her belly. This time he did not hold back on his strike. He withheld his scalpels, letting them hover in the air and waiting for her to dodge back from the slash. |
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| Katyusha | Jun 2 2009, 01:47 AM Post #11 |
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What is most difficult for modern fencers and sword enthusiasts to grasp is the concept of defense found throughout historical fighting literature: simultaneously delivering a strike while in the same motion closing-in to stifle an attack by displacing it with your own. This is the opposite of the simpler “parry-riposte” theory of swordplay that dominates so many forms of fencing now. In short, that defensive actions are best accomplished by offensive actions. As the saya displaced her initial strike and sent it skyward, rather than correcting the motion, she simply let go of the dao. For a normal swordsman, this is a mistake - Letting go of your weapon in battle was rarely a correct course of action due to the difficulty of getting it again afterwards if you had a smart opponent. But she was not a normal swordsman. Taking advantage of his turn to build momentum for his swing, Marina took a wide step to follow him partway through the turn and put the man between herself and his scalpels, while the hand that was previously disarmed from it's daggers now held a gleaming black sword, a twin of the previous one. It was called Gan Jiang, and it's pair was Mo Ye, the 'married' swords from the Spring and Autumn period. ![]() She smashed it towards his blow, to parrying it blade on blade. Such a counterblow would damage both weapons, chipping away at both their edges, while her own right hand dashed towards the hand with which Ando held his saya and immobilise it. A surprise attack comes out of an impossible direction. ![]() The sword that had been knocked away skywards was quickly spinning towards Ando. Gan Jiang and Mo Ye are a married couple. That nature meant they attract each other like magnets. In other words - As long as she had Gan Jiang in my hand, Mo Ye will come back by itself to her, striking down anything that got between them. |
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| Mutodoke | Jun 3 2009, 03:33 PM Post #12 |
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This maneuver might have worked if the opponent were a normal person, but here E's, most folks barely even qualified as human. All abilities should be used to their fullest, and no one understood that better than Ando. He released his grip on the sheath, sacrificing it for his escape. All that was apparent was the flash of sparks as the blades met for a second before the main vanished and reappeared a few yards back. Even as his feet touched the ground Ando reached to his hip and with a draw that could rival the slingers of the old west he removed his pistol from it's holster like a flash of lightning. Firing from the hip for solidity as he dished out the darts, Ando aimed for a few choice spots. The GLADIUS uniform was not thick enough to protect against his tranquilizers, and he quickly loosed three, one aiming for the inside of Marina's thigh, another for her heart, and the last for her neck. He knew that in order to maintain an advantage on this devil of a woman he would need to maintain his unnatural speed and relentless attack, else wise be felled in a single blow. He was sure that this was what saving him. Considering that, he decided to also launch his scalpels instead of waiting for her to dodge, hoping to hit her from multiple angles. This time the blades were translucent and intangible. The goal was not to maim but to infiltrate her heart and mind. |
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| Katyusha | Jun 4 2009, 05:33 PM Post #13 |
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Unlike Ando, you could say Marina had an almost directly opposing philosophy. Only use what you have to, when you have to. She was, among many of the people who worked there, one of the closest to a 'mundane' human. However, there was little way for a normal person to deal with Ando's attacks. But, however meek and shy she was outside of battle, when in came to a combat scenario, pragmatism came first. The swords disappeared from her hands when she realised Ando had blinked away. Begin projection(TRACE ON) Loading Projections At the same point in time that he drew the pistol, she stood firm and extended her left arm forward, causing the air before her to shimmer with a mass of projected swords. ![]() ![]() A literal barrier of swords materalised between them to stop the projectiles before the physically improbable barrier disappeared 2 seconds later, unable to maintain form from such a hurried projection. |
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| Mutodoke | Jun 5 2009, 02:15 PM Post #14 |
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Ando never stopped moving, his attacks being so fully rebuked only managed to motivate him to probe deeper into her defensive capabilities. The fact that the barrier had only been able to last a few seconds implied that a rushed construct lacked stability. This was hardly surprising considering past observations of her abilities. However it sparked an interesting hypothesis. Undoubtedly if given the time she could make a solid lasting defensive barrier, but if she had to throw one up in a matter of seconds, how long could she sustain it under a constant barrage? Makkuro's shadow covered face contorted into an evil grin as he opened his robes revealing only the shadows that lay beneath. The shadows, and a torrent of knives. Alone the gleaming metal blades were minor threats, but as mass of sharp steel, psychically generated or otherwise, was a more pressing matter. He swung his katana like an orchestrator guiding the blades, and with his other hand holstered his gun, reaching within his robes for one of his devious devices. "Fact, your blades are dangerous, but limited for the most part to melee. Fact, you can simulate artillery level attacks if required. Posit, your best defense is a good offense," he said with a confident ring in his voice. If she wanted to survive her training she would need to incapacitate him and quit wasting her time defending. |
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| Katyusha | Jun 6 2009, 07:37 PM Post #15 |
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"Good observation." she said flatly, working quickly through the steps of production in her head. He actually was correct in a sense. If all you do is defend, then all your opponent has to do is wear away at you until you are unable to keep on defending. If they werent worried about their own skin, they could simply keep trying to press for a weakness. She had no intention of letting him. All projections stand by. Raising her right hand as if to signal an Army, she devoted a large store of her energy to a single, massive materialisation of an arsenal as weapons appeared mid-air all about her. ![]() To the left, to the right.... ![]() Even above... And countered a danmaku with one of her own. All projections successive fire ![]() The weapons rushed onward at high speed as if propelled by rockets, both to smash through Ando's attack and attack him in return. |
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