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[smarterthanthem]

Who| Clementine and OTA
What| Clem didn't get any family visiting so naturally she decides to go occupy her time with weaponry instead
Where| The Training Centre
When| Family fun week
Warnings/Notes| Er... let's go with possible swears and talk of violence

Clementine had been unlucky, or perhaps lucky, in that no familiar faces had shown up for her this week. Maybe she was too new, too unknown still for the Capitol to have an idea for making a spectacle of her that way yet. Being small and practiced at hiding and sneaking she'd managed so far to avoid too much of the limelight, just the way she preferred it.

So (in what was definitely not a distraction from the dull ache of disappointment in her chest) she'd decided to focus on training for the upcoming arena. When that was exactly she wasn't sure and no one seemed able to tell her, making it seem all the more important to practice while she could. Plus, with everyone else busy with their visitors the place seemed quieter than what she normally assumed it would be.

"Way too heavy." Clem says as she passes a line of swords, axes and maces, pushing down the sense of fear at the idea of someone coming at her with one of those. "Way too... I don't even know what that is." she frowns at something else. The survival stations at least look more familiar to what she knows.

Comments

[deafscythe]

"That is a halberd." And here's an adult, or someone close to an adult. A teenage boy, dressed like a Catholic priest, casually walking up behind Clem and observing her attempts to identify the weapons.

[smarterthanthem]

Clementine blinks, "... looks like it'd be hard to handle, anyway. For me." her eyes flick upwards as if at the top of her head to emphasise her lack of height. The Halberd is near twice as tall as she is.

[deafscythe]

He reaches out to a spear-like object next to the halberd, pulling it out of the rack. It's slightly taller then Clementine, but not quite as tall as the other weapons.

"This is a naginata. It has several advantages in battle, especially the ability to keep a taller, heavier opponent at a distance. Because of your size, some kind of polearm would be best."

[smarterthanthem]

"It might be too heavy." she says doubtfully, eyeing it. "I'm not exactly muscly."

Clementine hold out her -- to be sure -- thin arms to demonstrate.

[deafscythe]

"And you will never get stronger unless you make the attempt." He holds the naginata out towards her.

[smarterthanthem]

Clementine frowns at him for a moment but reaches out to take it anyway.

"Have you been in an arena?" she asks, hefting the weapon in her hands. Clem feels reasonably safe in thinking she could probably put some force behind it.

[deafscythe]

"Two, so far. Will this next one be your first?" He picks up a matching weapon of his own, and gives it a few test spins.

[smarterthanthem]

"Yeah." she watches him, a touch on the nervous side. He's not expecting them to fight each other, is he? "I'm trying to be as prepared as I can."

[deafscythe]

Not a real fight, but Justin sees no problem with training by practical experience.

"An admirable goal."

He swings the blade at her head in a slow, very controlled arc.

[smarterthanthem]

Clementine instinctively raises her own to block it, a little clumsy. This is far outside her type of combat experience. "Yeah well, every little helps."

[deafscythe]

He'll keep up a rather steady pace of attacks, slow, obvious, but varied between swings, jabs, and spins. Just to give her some ideas for how to handle the weapon and some practice in moving it around in simulated combat.

"Hopefully, you will have sufficient time to develop skills before the next Arena."