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thecapitol2014-03-15 09:29 pm
gluteus) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-15 09:29 pm
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Who| Maximus and YOU, OPEN for Mingling - All District 3 will be 'Asked' to attend, but everyone else is welcome
What| Come get Combat Training from the Cyborg Gladiator
Where| The Training Center
When| Two days after the Motorcycle Races
Warnings/Notes| Nothing so far! Maybe violence, but nothing with gore since it's just training weapons.
Maximus was a regular in the training center, but today was different. Today he had set up a good portion of the hall exactly as he wanted it - a large training mat (one of the better inventions in the last few millenia), a large rack of swords, shields, and spears. He couldn't find pilla, but spears would do well enough. The day before, he'd gone around to each of the rooms in district 3 and told them to report to the training center the next day, or face consequences. He also, however, asked Wyatt to attend, and mentioned it to anyone else he thought could use some training.
It didn't really matter who showed up, he would treat them all the same.
It took more than a day to make a soldier, but perhaps at least he could begin to get some of the tributes thinking like one.
Or maybe they would start seeing the benefit of working together.
His Sabertooth Tiger, Ferox, prowled around the edge of the training mat, watching the tributes as if one of them might make a good dinner, and occasionally coming up to rub its large head against Maximus' prosthetic leg.
[OOC note: Each tribute will be greeted, have a rough assessment of their skills taken, and then given a series of instructions for training. Trainees of a similar level will be grouped together, for team activities. Feel free to either tag in for the greeting/assessment, or create an open post for other people to tag you for mutual training.]
What| Come get Combat Training from the Cyborg Gladiator
Where| The Training Center
When| Two days after the Motorcycle Races
Warnings/Notes| Nothing so far! Maybe violence, but nothing with gore since it's just training weapons.
Maximus was a regular in the training center, but today was different. Today he had set up a good portion of the hall exactly as he wanted it - a large training mat (one of the better inventions in the last few millenia), a large rack of swords, shields, and spears. He couldn't find pilla, but spears would do well enough. The day before, he'd gone around to each of the rooms in district 3 and told them to report to the training center the next day, or face consequences. He also, however, asked Wyatt to attend, and mentioned it to anyone else he thought could use some training.
It didn't really matter who showed up, he would treat them all the same.
It took more than a day to make a soldier, but perhaps at least he could begin to get some of the tributes thinking like one.
Or maybe they would start seeing the benefit of working together.
His Sabertooth Tiger, Ferox, prowled around the edge of the training mat, watching the tributes as if one of them might make a good dinner, and occasionally coming up to rub its large head against Maximus' prosthetic leg.
[OOC note: Each tribute will be greeted, have a rough assessment of their skills taken, and then given a series of instructions for training. Trainees of a similar level will be grouped together, for team activities. Feel free to either tag in for the greeting/assessment, or create an open post for other people to tag you for mutual training.]
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(He felt like a teen. Like a rabbit. A damned teenaged rabbit.)
He thrust forward again, and pulled back. Then again, his elbow bumping Max's belt.
"Defense?" he rumbled. "When somebody comes swingin' at me?"
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"Above-" he moved Wyatt's arm to block his face, "Below," which blocked his guts and groin, "and to either side. If you drill between those positions, ingrain them into yourself as instinct rather than thought, then you can block nearly every blow."
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"...I 'spose this where I'm 'sposed to ask ya to pick one up yerself," he muttered, after a beat, nearly having to force the words out. "Give me a demonstration like..."
Damned if he didn't want to tie his own tongue into knots for it though.
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"Of course. I am happy to," He murmured, taking a sword for himself before taking his place at Wyatt's side. He met the man's eye for the briefest of moments before focusing on a wall across the room, and then he began to drill.
The motions were so engrained in him that he may as well have been breathing, or sleeping. He shifted from attack to block to parry and back again with hardly a second thought, every movement fluid but extremely efficient. This was his second nature.
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Then he watched. Taking a silent step back in appreciation as if admiring a piece of art.
All power and grace, it was like watching wild horses as they ran.
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"Was that an effective enough demonstration?" He asked.
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"Ya remember that beast in the jungle?" he asked. "The one that chased us over the cliff?"
His grin deepened. "That's about how out-matched I feel jus' now."
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"I seem to recall you holding your own in the desert," He teased. "But then, I had no sword, so maybe you're right."
He could be a smug bastard when he wanted to.
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To be fair, he was fairly certain they'd both felt pretty awful at the time even without any blood shed, but he could laugh about it now. An old argument, long settled.
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"Do you need another demonstration? Or shall we start from the beginning?"
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Partners, all senses of the word.
Happily - a warm, easy contentment full in his chest - he pushed off the rack and took up the stance again.
"Ready when you are."
wrap up?
"Begin."