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smash_logs2015-04-06 09:34 pm
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Squash your enemies! Lettuce experience victory together! Olive the smell of Kung Fu in the morning!
Who: Jon Talbain and Martial Arts students
What: Martial Arts Class.
Where: The Stadium.
When: Monday Afternoon.
Warnings: Violence, a violent movie clip, terrible wasting of food and even worse puns.
Today's class was in the Stadium. This time, though, students are directed to take a seat and the Stadium's awesome Holotech is used to display a clip from a film.
Students might also notice that there's a whole pile of vegetables arranged by type down on the stadium floor.
"The movie you've just watched, while obviously meticulously choreographed, tells us a few things. First of all, that size, gender and appearance should never be your guides when sizing up an opponent. Because believe me - skill will win out any day of the week when applied correctly. Especially against someone who values their honor so little, they would attack someone with their back turned."
Jon placed his hands behind his own back and walked down to the stadium floor, picking up a pumpkin and spinning it on his claw as though it was a basketball.
"The other thing I wish you to learn, is that should you need a weapon? You will never be short of one if you remember this rule: Almost anything can be a weapon. The food fight in the movie was quite amusing, but if someone hurls a zucchini at you with enough force, it's certainly going to leave a mark. If they hurl it at you with force AND precision, where that mark lands is entirely up to them, and I've a feeling few of you want that.
"We've covered using your environment as a tool. Today, we're going to cover learning how to make tools out of the things you have at hand. Ten minutes of drills, then pair off with a sparring partner of a similar ability level. As is usual, if you can not find a partner, I will pair you with someone. If you still can not find a partner, you will spar with me."
He placed the pumpkin back.
"And before you leave, come and see me for your written assessment. This is 30% of your final assessment grade, which makes up 50% of your grade for the year. I am giving you ample time to complete it and it IS an open book test. Having said that, do not plagiarize, because I will find out and you will be very, very sorry when I catch you. The assignment will be handed in during our last class. I expect a thoughtful, articulate and well considered set of answers from all of you."
Jon why are you mostly looking at Hagakure when you say this. Why is that.
"Begin!"
What: Martial Arts Class.
Where: The Stadium.
When: Monday Afternoon.
Warnings: Violence, a violent movie clip, terrible wasting of food and even worse puns.
Today's class was in the Stadium. This time, though, students are directed to take a seat and the Stadium's awesome Holotech is used to display a clip from a film.
Students might also notice that there's a whole pile of vegetables arranged by type down on the stadium floor.
"The movie you've just watched, while obviously meticulously choreographed, tells us a few things. First of all, that size, gender and appearance should never be your guides when sizing up an opponent. Because believe me - skill will win out any day of the week when applied correctly. Especially against someone who values their honor so little, they would attack someone with their back turned."
Jon placed his hands behind his own back and walked down to the stadium floor, picking up a pumpkin and spinning it on his claw as though it was a basketball.
"The other thing I wish you to learn, is that should you need a weapon? You will never be short of one if you remember this rule: Almost anything can be a weapon. The food fight in the movie was quite amusing, but if someone hurls a zucchini at you with enough force, it's certainly going to leave a mark. If they hurl it at you with force AND precision, where that mark lands is entirely up to them, and I've a feeling few of you want that.
"We've covered using your environment as a tool. Today, we're going to cover learning how to make tools out of the things you have at hand. Ten minutes of drills, then pair off with a sparring partner of a similar ability level. As is usual, if you can not find a partner, I will pair you with someone. If you still can not find a partner, you will spar with me."
He placed the pumpkin back.
"And before you leave, come and see me for your written assessment. This is 30% of your final assessment grade, which makes up 50% of your grade for the year. I am giving you ample time to complete it and it IS an open book test. Having said that, do not plagiarize, because I will find out and you will be very, very sorry when I catch you. The assignment will be handed in during our last class. I expect a thoughtful, articulate and well considered set of answers from all of you."
"Begin!"
Re: SPARRING!
Yet, Mona couldn't fathom how one could condition themselves to a life of loneliness. That seemed so absurd in her world of thinking. No one to talk with on a daily basis, no one either to hang out with. Growing up alone seemed rather...boring. Given her own circumstance with her folks in the end, it did make sense. When your mother was always off traveling the world thanks to her modeling career and your father a reclusive artists, Mona knew how loneliness could wane on a person's psyche.
"Obviously. It shows" she put forth rather bluntly. Maybe that was too blunt and cold of tone to use? One hand, she felt genuinely sympathetic to his life on the island. On the other, Mona simply couldn't use that sympathy to back down on her irritation and argument. Although, that irritation at the same time seemed childish and silly. He'd merely held her hand, it wasn't as if he'd gone and taken it a step further. And since when had anyone been penalized for brushing against, touching, or grappling a hand?
Inner conflicts. How Mona hated when her gut instincts got the better of her.
Of which, Mona's thoughts allowed her to become careless and miss blocking the attack to her midsection, causing her to clutch her stomach from the blow. Good god, time to start paying attention girl!
"Listen. I know life can get rough when you've got to trek it by yourself. And maybe, perhaps you and I got off to a bad start that day." Mona straightened herself back into order, retaliating back for the blow by spinning her leek out from one hand, into the other and a jab downward at Knuckles legs.
"But lemme put this to you straight. You so much as ever try a stupid stunt like that on me again, I swear. I'm not such a nice girl when you've crossed me."
Re: SPARRING!
It actually felt kind of nice to apologize.
"Now that we got all that out of the way, we can fight properly!"
Re: SPARRING!
Mona grabbed her leek with both hands, pivoting it lengthwise to meet the blow of the slash. With leek against daikon, Mona asserted the strength from her arms and pushed it outwards towards her leek stick. See how long her stamina and might could hold up, her last leek of defense certainly looked rather worse for wear.
Re: SPARRING!
Knuckles jumped in the air and brought his radish down in a wide, swinging arc - a real finishing blow.
"Better dodge!"
Re: SPARRING!
And what exactly came to Mona's mind in that five seconds? It wasn't a dodge at all that Knuckles would expect. Mona threw her hands and leek up over her head in protection, crouching low with her eyes closed shut. There simply wasn't a tactic to defend herself, her instincts in those five minutes told her what to naturally do. When something from above threatened down upon her, her body had to react by protecting itself.
"A-ah!"
Mona felt the hit land hard on her arms, the one hand clutching her last line of offense releasing it's burden. The leek fell to the floor in it's last battle, having taken the maximum number of hits before turning into a wilting stem. The impact sent the red head to the floor beneath her, her body sprawling out so she laid on her stomach.
Mona could hear her heartbeat pumping fast in her ears with not a single sound from her surroundings penetrating her consciousnesses. She kept her eyes shut tight, not daring to open them in case Knuckles decided to lay another blow while she remained down.
In her silence, Mona knew without a doubt though she'd lost the session by a huge margin.
Re: SPARRING!
Knuckles had enough bodily control to curb the impact of his blow at the last second. Sure, he knocked her down. But the remainder of his force was channeled through the radish and into the floor to the side of her, shattering the vegetable and putting a dent in the floor.
He stood up and saw how Mona was laying and was immediately worried that he'd done more damage than he'd intended - his intention hadn't been to beat her brains out with a daikon!
"Hey! Yo! You OK?" he asked, obviously concerned.
Re: SPARRING!
"It's all good. I'm good!" she exclaimed, scrambling out of her position on the floor and up into a sitting pose with legs crossed. "But like, I nearly had a heart attack. Oh my gosh, I thought I was a goner for sure..."
Re: SPARRING!
"....don't feel bad." he said. "All that time I spent alone? I spent it learnin' how to fight. Working on becoming as strong as I could. You're just starting out, so, it wasn't a real great match up. I've... uh. Heh. I've lost two sparring matches since coming to this school. I know what it's like."
Re: SPARRING!
"I've got to focus and learn to start dodging and blocking more. A few of those hits are going to leave bruises on me for weeks!" Especially the hot she took to her stomach. A bruise there would be enough to avoid wearing a two piece swimsuit until it disappeared.
"If this had been a battle to the death I would have been, well, good as dead by now. And really, it's unacceptable because I know I can do better next time!" Though Knuckles was right. He'd clearly had experience over her which made the match-up one sided. However, he'd played the fight fair and square to his abilities, as did she. It surprised Mona she'd lasted so long as a novice against such odds.
Re: SPARRING!
NOW he felt like a heel. He hadn't meant to mark her up!
"If we ever fight for real, though, don't worry. I don't kill things. We'd never have to fight to the death or nothin'. If you ever want to test your skills against me in another spar, though, just let me know."
Re: SPARRING!
It was nice and all to know the prominent fighters were looking out for their amateur underlings in the class. Mona was impressed, even reluctant to know beginner fighters had someone watching their backs.
"But, but why?! Sure, I know I swiped at your snout gently because I know how you types have sensitives schnozes and all. And it was a leek, seriously they tend to smell just as bad as an onion...garlic even." In hindsight, garlic wouldn't have been a bad choice either as a weapon. Lob them like grenades and no one would be the wiser. The smell alone would be enough to knock out an opponent. Bleh.
"This is a frightening class though! Aren't we suppose to bring our best to the table? W-without killing each other, I mean." Heck, Mona even brought her best A game to the class today, despite not being fluent enough in fighting lore. She thought her attempts and swipes had enough stretch to put up a reasonable match.
"Or were you going easy on me because I'm a novice and a girl on top of it?" her eyes narrow with suspicion. Pick your words carefully Knuckles, you'll be treading on thin ice.
Re: SPARRING!
Eggman's robots, G.U.N. security force drones. He'd busted them all up with his fists one way or another. And he was able to punch his way through boulders and blocks that even Sonic couldn't bust through with his super sonic speed.
"We're here to learn. Not to show off. Wailing on you with everything I got ain't gonna teach either of us anything. It's just gonna get you hurt and me in trouble. Who wants that?"
Re: SPARRING!
What a heel she'd been to accuse him for taking the easy route. Where were her brains when logical thinking needed to be involved! It was a wonder why some people tended to whisper behind her back on being 'not all there'. Well, she certainly wasn't stupid! Just tended to mix up details and cross wires once in awhile. It happened to the best of people. Although this wasn't the first incident at the school she'd misunderstood.
"May I say in addendum that I'm very thankful to you for going gentle on me" she lowered her head in apology, flashing off a small smile in thanks. "No really! Thanks for saving me from a total world of hurt and pain. And that I'm still alive in one piece instead of a ghost haunting the place. Not that being a ghost would suck mind you. I think it would be pretty awesome to float through walls, scare the beejeebers out of people and pr-oops! I digress!" Mona cleared a stray lock of her bangs out of her face before returning to the subject at hand.
"Hey, Knuckles? Thanks for putting up with me as a partner for class, even if we didn't start off on the best of terms" Mona offered her hand to him, a gesture of good sportsmanship. "This session just showed I have a lot of learning to still do!" In a way, Knuckle's ability also made her feel small as an ant in the school, without so much as a cool power to back herself up with. But maybe, just maybe, if she tried her hardest and willed herself to be just as determined with her studies as she was with her numerous jobs, she could make a big scene. Join the ranks and turn the table to prove she had what it takes to be a fighter.
Re: SPARRING!
Then he stopped.
"...if I shake your hand, it don't count against me, right?"
He was kidding. Mostly.
Re: SPARRING!
Re: SPARRING!