Secret games
M3l0dy: Hi my name is M3l0dy. Founder and current officer and leader of group 1 troop 1. *has hand out waiting for a handshake* What’s your name?
Bellbell: I’m Bell, and I will be teaching you little children how to properly weapons and blades as well as hand-to-hand combat. A word from the wise, mess with me, and you will wake up with your sorry little face cut to ribbons. Am I understood?
Jason: Hey I’m Jason. If you happen to want to have general combat training and/or want to be a pilot, might as well join this troop. Oh I’m leader of Group 2 troop 1, nice to meet you. Break my rules, and I break something on you. See you later.
Scratch: Hello he said. I am Scratch, leader of group 2 troop 2 he said. I’m sure you have many questions about what we do
and how we do it, and I can garuntee that I can answer them all but I won’t he said. If you want to know how to join
you can’t. If you already know how, then welcome aboard he said!
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Reiji caught Kissa approach them from the corner of his vision, eying her carefully, before looking down at Max. “Considerate, however I share responsibility for all of you as well,” he responded to, hm, the vixen girl. He perked up slightly as his name was, once again, mentioned by a certain German woman, but he stopped himself from saying anything. He has been jokingly skeptical with her so far, however he felt the need to ease up some before she began to write him off as rebellious- before he even had a proper reason to, anyway.
He tentatively examined the young man’s dislocated wrist, frowning slightly as he did so. He definitely wouldn’t write himself off as a proper field medic, but he did have some experience and basic knowledge. “Well, Max, relax some, but be aware of the obvious,” he warned as he prodded at the bone, then positioned his hands accordingly. With a quick but careful jerk, he snapped it back into its righted place.
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Sandy watched the whole brief struggle between Bell and Max with a calm expression, unfazed by any of the violence. At least it wasn’t him! With a satisfied grin, he glanced around at his fellow cadets, looking for a partner before his gaze settled on the newcomer, Arron. The young man capered over until he was a few feet in front of Arron. Tilting his head to the side in a way not entirely human, Sandy asked inquisitively, “Wanna be partners for this?” The boy made sure to give a smile which would hopefully be perceived as “friendly”, revealing oversized lower bicuspids.
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((Why the hell can’t we get our storyline to match up?!!!! ARGH!!! *Starts Banging head against the wall* Oh nvm lets just try to keep it together from now on…K?))
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Arron having recently returned, look upon Sandy with a blank face. “You use those teeth and I will show the rest of the class a thing or two about your anatomy” His voice sounds bored yet serious. He sighs, clearly not liking the idea of sparing with people this inexperienced. “Show me your best attack… Remember you need to anticipate what I will do in response. Other wise you’ll end up like…Max was it?”
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Sandy blinked once before cheerily agreeing. “Yup! His name was Max! I’ll go first then,” the boy announced before taking a few steps backwards to look at his opponent and decide what to do. A round-house kick or an eye gouge would probably deal the most damage but would be too easily blocked and anticipated. He tilted his head in thought, trying to restrain his instinct to simply pounce with an eye gouge to the face. Something told him that Arron would be expecting an attack like that… but his instinct hadn’t steered him wrong yet.
With a mischievous grin, Sandy tensed up, his muscles coiling like a spring. In a sudden burst of speed, the boy leapt forward, straight at Arron. He dove straight towards the ground using the forward momentum from the pounce. As soon as both of his hands hit and found purchase on the ground, Sandy swung his body sideways, aiming a crab scissors kick at shin-level in an attempt to knock his opponent and off balance to the ground.
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Kyla sat in the corner, noting each of the techniques used and who should use what to get the maximum advantage. No one used what she thought, though. Most if then were too complex for most of the cadets in the building.
She pulled out a notebook and started writing down the strengths of everyone and the weaknesses. She could form a basic knowledge of the cadets with barely knowing them. -
I peeked into the training grounds, having just arrived not a minute earlier. My stuff was still draped on my back and shoulders, my bookbag pretty big for a mere training camp. Of course, it wasn’t just a mere training camp, it was THE training camp. Besides, being overready is better then not being ready, right? I looked at the woman I assumed was the leader, the assumption made from watching her shout and dislocate that kids wrist so easily it was like nothing. Maybe one day i would be like that, heck I was on my way already. My brown hair fell into my gold eyes and I swiftly brushed it away. I was average height, but skinny. This led a lot of people to underestimate me, one of many mistakes they make.
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Arron jumps out of the way of the crab kick and while his opponent is still on the ground, back on top of him. Arron grabs one of Sandy’s arms and twists it around his back. Driving his knee into Sandy’s middle back and using his other hand to hold down Sandy’s free arm. “That was good. Really good. But putting yourself on the ground like that, you put all of your effort into that one kick. You need to be flexible when fighting. No attack is completely unexpected. You need to be able to change to the situation at the snap of your fingers.” Continues to drive his knee into him harder as he puts more pressure onto his arm.
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“Thanks and OW!” He winced in pain as additional torque was placed on his twisted arm. Sandy let out an aggravated hiss as he thrashed about and in general made a nuisance of himself while trying to squirm his way into getting into a better position for kicking or elbowing Arron. Unfortunately, his attacker wasn’t quite close enough to head-butt either, and any attempt to get to his knees or feet would clearly be met with additional pain and a broken arm.
Feeling more than a little frustrated, Sandy sighed and quit attempting to kick Arron off. “You win,” he concluded while pausing to clench his teeth at the pain, “I don’t really see a way out of this without dislocating my shoulder…and I don’t want to do that in a training exercise.”
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Arron releases Sandy’s arm and gets off of him. “Good thinking.” He reaches down and pulls Sandy up. Looks over to Bell. “Whats next B? I haven’t eaten in two days. The sooner we get this over with the better.” His face is completely emotionless as always.
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“Thanks Rei,” Max says as his wrist was popped back into place. He stands up, “I think I’ll be fine just going to my dorm.” Waving his un-injured hand good-bye, he walks off. As he goes he hears someone say, ‘You win.’ Once back into dorm, he opens one of his bags. Opening it reveals a beautiful crafted sword. Light for speed, but still thick enough for some good damage to be done. He smirks as he sees the sword. He takes off the sheath for his other sword, seeing as he can’t even use it if Bell still has it.
He puts on his new sheath for the sword, and sits on his bed in one of the corners. The other corner had a desk, with a chair.
“Thanks a lot Bell” He growls under his breath, looking at the wrist Bell had dislocated. He grins as he thinks of something interesting. -
Back in the training room
*Bell sits around as lazily eying the Cadets as the last few finish up their sparring matches. As they finish, she rises up out of her chair to address them*
Very well, good job to those who won! You now get the bragging rights for the rest of the day. As for the rest of you! Lets just try to work a little harder next time, shall we?! OK we are now going to move on to our next activity.
*Turns and walks outside before coming to stop at the entrance of a path into the forest* I think you are expected to follow her
*Turning back to the cadets she explains*
A few weeks ago, my poor little puppy Addy ran off into these woods. I am genuinely concerned about my baby and want her back ASAP! Your task is to find and retrieve her, and bring her back to me unharmed. My baby I mean…I couldn’t possibly care less if you damage yourself in your stupidity. Understood? The first person to bring her back safe and sound gets extra dessert after dinner for a week!!!
Ready?!
Set?!
GO!!!!
*Turning to Rei*
Would you mind going after them just to make sure they dont kill each other? -
Max looked at the time, he had been sitting at his desk for quite awhile, figuring something out. ’bout time I go now, he thought to himself. Grabbing his swords, and a extra dagger, he went out of his room. His injury healed awhile ago, and he felt up to the task of this new ‘activity’. Once he got to the edge of the woods he saw Bell standing there, explaining what he had to do. Retrieving her dog? No wait, her puppy, this’ll be fun. Grinning he walked into the woods.
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Dictating this was as good a time as any to start training, even without her knowledge, I slip into the shadows and begin my search, ears and eyes open for a puppy. Perhaps it would be easier if I had some food on me, dogs always do like food. I fished around in my pockets to find some bacon. “When’d that get there?” I mutter, then shrug off the question.
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Arron suspiciously looks at Bell. “You actually care for something and haven’t killed it by now B?” He chuckles, which is a very rare thing indeed. “Of course of all things it had to be a dog.” He begins to walk towards the woods as casual as ever and yet his footsteps make no noise.