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Post by Talau the Ever-Lurking on Jun 11, 2009 4:04:36 GMT -5
Training Grounds, both inside and outside, for the base.
Inside: Sparring mats, Weights, exercise machines, simulators (flight and battle), and short distance firing range (for blaster pistols and single hand slug throwers)
Outside: Track, swimming pool, rifle range, sports field, sparring ring, and obstacle course.
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Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 12, 2009 21:13:05 GMT -5
((thar ya go, PSF, made a posti for ya))
Endorphins. They tended to make people feel happy, or at least better, if they were feeling down. They were generally released into the mind during strenous excersize, excitement, pain, and oddly enough, death. Mal was feeling down. Especially so after the events between that little aruetii and Lia in the courtyard of the medical facility. He hurt her so with those words and he knew it, depsite the fact that they weren't directed at her. Why she wanted to be with the aruetii that called himself "Daryn" escaped him... that man had a mouth that was far bigger than it should have been.
... and if it was any other day they wouldn't have recognized the smear.
Mal clenched his jaw as the smirking image of the aruetii flashed across his minds eye. There was just something about it that made him want to beat something to a bloody pulp. "Good," a little voice in his mind spoke to him, "Focus that anger into lifting, and soon it will be gone." The giant of a man nodded in approval as he set his bar on the rack. "After this you really should swing by Lia's farm, Mal. You hurt her... alot." Mal frowned at the thought, he was acting like it was completely his fault.
No.
If that aruetii knew how to act like a real man instead of a little snot this whole situation could have been avoided. That was not to say that it was completely the aruetii's fault. Malak was an adult, he shouldn't have acted so radically to a situation that Lia had already handled herself. He let out an angry sigh as he put the weights on each side of the weight racks and layed on the bench. He looked at either side of the bar, both holding a good two hundred and twenty five pounds, and let out a sigh as he griped the beskar haft.
Time to lift some weights.
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Post by Mara on Jun 15, 2009 17:04:42 GMT -5
[...from Mandalorian Special Operations HQ]
Even though the outside gun range had been built specifically to practice with sniper rifles and other long-range weapons, Ambria Arcane found herself standing right there, 100 meters from a target with her delicate but deadly small blaster pistol in her right hand. She held it loosely by her side, the light wind barely touching her closely cropped dark hair but feeling good against her dark olive skin. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the light fingers of the breeze, but had to open them again after just a few seconds, lest the images of her dream the night before reappear.
The dream... the reason she found herself out here, wanting to expel some energy and forget about all the pain. Refortify all her barriers within her mind so that they could never escape again. Ambria still couldn't put down a definite answer as to why these memories were surfacing now, in the weeks following her return to Concord Dawn after Operation Reclamation. The only plausible answer she could put a finger to was taking care of her injured comrades, first Mal, then her CO, Bane. It was much easier to think of them by their given names, than by their ranks and surnames. Perhaps it let her emotions connect more and it would be harder to let go... just as it was for Turin. But she didn't care. She felt that as a medic, it gave her the extra edge she needed to save them.
But last night and this morning, the images had been even worse. Instead of fleeting emotions and visions that would pass in front of her eyes, her dream had been extremely vivid as she relived the moments of ten years prior. Not knowing that today was the exact anniversary of the events that were haunting her dreams. When her husband died. Ambria only knew that she had to do something to distract herself so that the memories would hide once again. To keep busy until the next mission started.
So here she was, outside at the rifle range with just her small pistol, staring out at the target 100 meters away. Not wearing her trademark amber armor but just her simple leggings and tunic with her military boots. Slowly Ambria brought her weapon up and checked the settings, the power charge. She clicked off the safety and cocked it, finally bringing it up to bear on the target a fair distance away. Steadying her right hand with the left, she closed one eye to focus on the target, for the pistol had no laser sight like her sniper rifles. She counted off to ten then fired the blaster straight out at the target, ten rounds.
Ambria sighed and holstered her weapon. It was time to walk over to the target and check her accuracy. And see if she needed a lot more practice out here on the range. Perhaps she would even come out later with her favorite rifle. But for now, she walked the 100-meter distance slowly, trying to keep her mind clear of the horrible images from her past.
[to Awkward Silences...]
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Jun 15, 2009 21:37:44 GMT -5
Post by projectsunfire on Jun 15, 2009 21:37:44 GMT -5
The sweat beaded on Mandalore's face. He sipped at his cantine, and wiped the slobbery drips away from his mouth with his arm. His body felt satisfyingly burned. Every muscle in his body felt hot with exhersion. He hung a towel over his broad shoudlers, while the scars on his bare back and chest stood out. He looked down and noticed his chest hair had a salting of white mixed in with his dark brown.
The run had made Mandalore feel a bit better, but inside he had a weed of frustration to burn off still. There was a punching bag hanging in the corner of the Training Room he knew had the potential to provide him with that little last bit to grind off. There were a couple people working out. He recognized a member from the Spec Ops Team involved with Reclaimation. The big man pumping Iron had to be Malak. Named after the Great Sith Warlord from the Mandalorian Wars and Jedi Civil War, no doubt. Somehow his Holo image didn't do the man justice. Mandalore had never seen a Mandalorian quite like Mal before. He looked like he didnt need to bust beskar under his knuckles. Ripped wasn't quite right. A piece of Kedalbe Granite couldn't be ripped.
Mandalore realized he was running ways of how to combat him through his head and he quit stareing. With a casual walk he made his way over to the hyper radio and switched to a station pipeing something with a beat in it over the wave.
He draped his towel over a seat near the punching bag and stretched out his arms. A few cracks of his knuckles loosenned up his hands. He shook himself all over, and cracked his neck. Once he felt ready he dropped into a defensive stance. Solus'ad bounced on his toes a couple times before he began pummelling the dust off the punching bag. It bounced lightly on its chain, even though he was pulling his punches. Then again he was trying to focus on speed.
It was an odd thing trying to find ones mind in loseing oneself.
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Jun 19, 2009 16:00:24 GMT -5
Post by Dire Wolf on Jun 19, 2009 16:00:24 GMT -5
((OOC: sorry for late reply, and the lame way to approach Mandalor... but its way outside Mal's personality to approach random people and go "hi, howya doin?")) Mal could feel his muscles ripple and flex as he pushed the great bar off of the thick beskar hooks that anchored it to the rack. Now he had a good four hundred and seventy five pounds ,weight of the bar included, wanting nothing more than to fall on the giant's form and crush his (comparatively) weaker bones. He aimed to let it... do the former that is, allowing it to do the latter would have a few side effects. That not to say that he wasn't not a big fan of the said side effects... but he would rather go down in a blaze of glory. Death by weight lifting wouldn't be a very good epitaph. Death by multiple blaster shots to the chest while slaying as many enemies as possible however, that was a very good epitaph. The bar slowly made its controlled decent down to the leviathan's chest, he let it settle down on his chest to make work harder for himself. Muscles in the man's outer pecs and triceps clenched as he pushed the bar up slow and steady. One. His anger was already melting away, he could feel it. Two. Three. By the time that Mal got to twelve the sweat was beading down his face and he just knew that he couldn't do another. And he wouldn't. There was not a Mando'ad on the planet short of Ark that could effectively spot for him, otherwise the man would go until he failed... then do one more. The good news was that his rage was more or less gone. Sure, he still wasn't a big fan of the aruetii... but if Lia was really going to choose the man then he would be willing to befriend the man. Or at least be civil with him. Mal practically dropped the bar down on the massive beskar hooks that were built for the sole purpose of holding that very bar from crashing down to the deck. Though, if it did break Mal's body would do nicely for cushioning the fall... and as said before, he wouldn't walk away after having nearly five hundred pounds of mandalorian iron slam down on his chest. The massive mando'ad sat up and happened to see the an older looking Mando'ad beating the living nutsaki mushrooms out of a punching bag. He quirked an eyebrow, he hadn't seen the man before. He really didn't look like much, to Mal anyways, but then... one tended to think like that when one was eight feet tall and four hundred pounds. Malak got up and walked to the water fountain... he had to pass by the older looking man in order to do so.
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Jun 22, 2009 1:03:18 GMT -5
Post by Darth Tammy on Jun 22, 2009 1:03:18 GMT -5
Decisions, Decisions...
Well...at least she was acting like there was a real decision to be made. She was supposed to go to the med bay to get a vaccination upon arriving home from her last mission and when the attempt to find the forsaken place failed she was more than happy to use it as an excuse to delay the inevitable. In fact, since she had nothing to do after the end of her last mission, Talia had quite a bit of time to kill and very few options to fill the void with. Sooner or later she would have to drag herself down to the med bay, but for now training was an acceptable solution to avoid the shot.
Clad in a tight black tank top and matching jogging shorts, she entered the training facilities with a content sigh. She was always ready to work her mind and body but she preferred to leave the thinking only for when she needed it most. What good was thinking if she didn't have the physical strength to back it up after all? Seeing there were a few others already present in the room, the one man she recognized as a slightly higher rank and the other everyone knew even if they hadn't spoken to him. Seeing that the Captain and Mandalore seemed to be having a conversation, she gave a nod towards them in respect and then steered away from them towards the free weights.
Pulling out her weight lifting gloves from where they were loosely hanging tucked into the back of her waistband, Talia pulled them on to her hands and tightened the straps around her wrists so that she wouldn't cause herself any unnecessary strain simply from working out. Picking up a pair of weights that was enough to work her but not bulk her up too badly, she began her repetitions as she fell into her own thoughts. This break in work was not welcome to her. Sure they were preparing for a big operation, but she was bored. She didn't have anyone to talk to because she wasn't exactly...social, and she could internally admit she was afraid of forming bonds. In the end those things would simply come back to haunt her and she couldn't have that. She would protect her people at all costs, but becoming attached to any of them was almost a terrifying thought to her.
Sighing lightly, she set the weights on her thighs as she let her muscles relax for a moment. She stared at the floor in front of her as the thoughts clouded her mind and then shook her head gently. This break could be dangerous for her if she didn't keep her mind focused. She was a warrior first and foremost and her emotions could wait until the situation called for them.
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Post by projectsunfire on Jun 22, 2009 17:48:30 GMT -5
Solus'ad had worked up a fair sweat. It beaded on his forhead in small drops. He stared at the bag stained with blood, sweat, and oils. He realized he was very frustrated. He'd been stuck in this place for months. Paper shoved under his nose, when all he wanted to do was feel the sting of battle. Hell, he'd take a blaster bolt just to feel like he was in the middle of it again. He jabbed at the bag and it bent under his wrathful strike. "Damn thing can't even take a little punch." Mandalore needed someone to hold the bag. Or it would fly all over the place while he laid into it. Solus'ad noticed the big fella who had been pumping Iron was at the fountain. When he'd finished He called out to him(Malak).
"Oy Vod! Can you hold this punching bag for me?" Mandalore gripped the chain of the punching bag, with a loose hand.
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Post by Mara on Jul 15, 2009 18:24:51 GMT -5
[... Mandalorian Spec Ops HQ Mess Hall]
Lieutenant Ambria Arcane was sitting off to the side of one of the indoor sparring rings, her legs stretched out in front of her. Though she tried to keep in shape and ran almost every morning she had a chance, it had been a long while since she had sparred with anyone and she wanted to make sure she stretched out all her muscles for the upcoming battle with the Togruta captain. Of course, she couldn't loosen up all her muscles... the dark-skinned woman was missing a few in her lower left leg.
Thinking of the prothestic, she took the time to roll up her pants a second, after a glance around the room. Xoxin hadn't entered yet and so she had time to check out how it was fitting against her stump. It would be rather embarrassing for it to accidentally fall off or, worse, get pulled off by her opponent. She made sure it was securely snuggly before pulling the leg of her brown leggings back down and standing up slowly. Ambria moved through a few more stretches with her arms then, after working out a few more kinks in her leg.
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Jul 15, 2009 20:42:00 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Jul 15, 2009 20:42:00 GMT -5
Signs were a wonderful thing. They guided her straight from the Mess Hall to the Training area, and only got her lost 3 times. She wasn't bad at reading them, she just preferred to have straight corridors instead of complicated building interiors. Stairs she could handle. Stairs in the middles of rooms leading to elevators and twisting corridors, not so much. Regardless, she was here now. Or at least, she assumed this was the training area. If not, this Mess Hall was certainly different to the last one she was in. Plenty of open space for sparring fights, a rifle range and probably a lot more that she couldn't see from just here. She glanced around, not seeing the human she had agreed to meet. Unsure as to how spacious the outdoors were, Danee decided to check indoors first, not wanting to spend an hour looking around.
Inside she found, what a wonder, more signs. She knew they were sparring, so decided to look there. They weren't far, actually, and she soom came up onto the rings where the warriors could spar against each other. Spotting the human by one of the rings, she walked over slowly, not wanting to interrupt any pre-fight rituals the human may engage in, deciding to remove her armour as she waited. She gave a nod to Arcane and slowly began slipping off her helmet, working her way from the smaller pieces to the larger. Judging by the size of the ring they were at, they could get a pretty good fight out of it. And Danee sure did like good fights.
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Post by Mara on Jul 22, 2009 19:17:26 GMT -5
With her arms circled behind her back, stretching out, Ambria noticed Captain Xoxin, her compatriot and new friend entering the sparring room. She nodded at her in return as she came up closer to the ring the dark-skinned human was stretching by and began removing her armor. Ambria smiled to herself a little bit, thinking that if the Togruta hasn't doffed the blue armor, the fight between them would have been quick, montrails or not.
She went through the motions of a few more stretches, making sure every muscle of her body was limber. Some of them had been stiffer than others, and Ambria realized just how rusty she was when it came to sparring and other hand-to-hand unarmed combat. This fight would be more than just a fun test of strength. It would be a test of how well she could come back to her fighting prowess after months of letting her skills go to disuse. This would be interesting, indeed...
Feeling as ready as she would ever be, she double-checked her clothing, making sure nothing was loose, no out-of-place strings that could be pulled on. But she was fine. Leggings were snug. Her belt kept her tunic next to her body. Her hair was short and sculpted against her head. Ambria was ready for this. At least she hoped so, both physically and emotionally.
She stepped into the sparring ring, the balls of her feet testing out the pad beneath her. It was springy enough that she would have to really fall hard in order to get bruised or hurt. Ambria was satisfied with it. And it was fairly large, so that was good as well. She stood there, lightly jogging in place and looked over to where her companion was getting ready and caught her eye. She nodded; it was time.
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Jul 25, 2009 9:57:00 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Jul 25, 2009 9:57:00 GMT -5
Glad that all the armour that would otherwise hinder her was not stacked neatly on the bench by her side, she stretched out her arms and back, feeling an array of bones pull and crack as they woke up. She smiled, enjoying the feeling of the bones releasing from their dormant state. Performing the same motion with her neck, and hopped on the spot a few times, springing nimbly on the balls of her feet. She was pretty warmed up already. She'd walked pretty far in the combat armour, and she felt a lot lighter now too. How much lighter, she'd soon tell. Stepping onto the ring with her opponent, mild bursts of adrenaline already beginning to coarse through her system, she forcibly removed the Force from her actions. No need for an unfair fight. Not that she was certain she'd win in a fair fight. The warriors on Dxun were strong, but beatable. This woman, though, was nothing like them. And a different body meant different fighting style.
Bouncing a little more on the mats, she rested finally, feeling overall energetic and eager for the match now. She considered making a note of warning the Human of her sharp montrals, but decided she'd rather not insult her intelligence, instead dropping down to a fighting stance and awaiting her move. Her left leg dropped behind and he hands cames up in front, knees bent. Usual fighting style would be left foot forward, left arm forward into grab. Hip twist and right arm into punch. She was right handed so she tended to do more punching with her left, though recently she'd been making time for more practice with her left. She doubted though, studying this Human, that it would be enough.
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Post by Mara on Jul 28, 2009 15:41:15 GMT -5
((Bear with me... I don't have much practice in these types of fights, lol...))
Ambria shifted her weight between each leg, eventually planting them in a fairly wide stance, her knees slightly bent. She held her arms loosely at her sides, making a fist with her hand and then reopening her grip. The dark-skinned woman briefly scanned her sparring partner before deciding on her first move, since the Togruta seemed content to let her make the first move. Xoxin appeared to be about an inch shorter than she, even with the montrails, however, with her armor off, Ambria thought she carried a few more pounds of weight. But Ambria wasn't worried; despite her slight figure, she could hold her own in most fights. She had defeated some of the boys in her village in her early teens when sparring for fun. Though, to be fair, most of them hadn't reached puberty yet.
She shuffled a little to her right, waiting to see if the other woman would circle as well, keeping Ambria straight in her sights. Ambria had to decide how to play this out now. Jump in right away, fists flying or perhaps starting with a kick or two. Or she could just circle around the mat and make the Togruta captain come to her. No, she would throw the first attack; Ambria wanted to try to stay in control of this situation. Hopefully it would give her an advantage that would overshadow how rusty her fighting skills were.
Looking into the other's eyes, she started, quickly bounding forward and aiming a hard cut with her right hand at the woman's jaw, keeping her left hand up to shield any counterattacks. Bringing back her hand, she immediately ducked, knowing that the Togruta probably wouldn't be satisfied with just one or two punches back. As she did, she crouched down, swinging her right leg to connect with the woman's left, hoping to knock her off balance.
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Jul 29, 2009 20:59:58 GMT -5
She shook off the looseness in her hands. Too loose was bad. Too tight was bad. And at the moment she was kind of both. Not the time to be struggling with grips. She bounced from side to side a little as her mind warm up, looking up and down the opponent now. Tall, thin. An average size of target in any case. No armour meant she'd probably move quickly or be flexible, and in either way Danee didn't want to leave somewhere exposed for the woman to get her off guard. She moved right and Danee instinctively did the same. She wouldn't move in quite yet. It would be far too soon for her to just rush in. She didn't even know the reach of her arms and legs yet. She locked eyes with the human, keeping her pupils staring into hers and monitoring her body with her montrols, not wanting to let something slip her senses.
The attack came almost immediately, with the human bringing herself flying forwards with a ferocious punch with her right arm. Danee raised her forearm quickly, tensing and pressing against the punch with a deal of force to stop the blow, feeling herself press back a little from the stopping power. Just before she came to a stop she pivoted on her left food, bringing her right to swing through the air. She hit something, but she doubted from the feel of the contact that it was something she was hoping for. They broke contact and Danee followed through immediately with a punch towards her face, but Arcane was gone, ducking under her punch like a swift sort of animal. Danee felt her, could sense the leg swinging low beneath her, and could do little to alter her posture at that moment as she felt the blow to her left leg.
Tensing would have been a stupid idea, so the lef the leg fall, catching herself with her arms and allowing herself to fall onto her hands, springing back up somewhat awkwardly and landing a little away. She rotated her wrists a little and tried to ignore the sting in the ankle from the sharp kick. Maybe she'd underestimated this woman. It certainly didn't seem fair that she was fighting without the Force now, especially considering the speed this woman was exerting. But she could beat her, she just needed to figure out how. Not stopping too long, Danee moved into the aggressive position, taking a short run up towards the human. A few feet away she jumped, spinning and bringing her legs rotating around, hoping to land a double-kick against the human's torso.
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Post by Mara on Jul 30, 2009 17:24:31 GMT -5
After seeing that her leg had connected, her opponent falling to the mat surface, Ambria got back on her feet as quickly as she could, steadying herself with her organic leg because her prosthetic one couldn't handle all her weight on its own. She moved into a defensive stance again, knees lightly bent, arms at her sides, ready for any attacks this Togruta would send her way. Ambria had a feeling that it would only be getting tougher as the minutes ticked by. But she was ready for the challenge.
She had felt the kick the other Mandalorian had aimed at her, moving slightly to cushion the blow against her outer thigh. It had stung for just a moment, but the pain almost immediately ebbed away, partly due to her muffling the blow and partly due to Ambria's rush of adrenaline after the fight had begun. After she got back on her feet, it was a distant memory, her eyes focused on the Togruta and her next move. After her own attack, she would probably be moving from her defensive posture and into something more aggressive. At least, that's what Ambria would have done if she had been in the other being's boots.
And come, she did, running the short distance across the mat towards Ambria. But that small amount of time was enough for the dark-skinned human to move out of the way of the Togruta's incoming legs. Instead of moving off to the side and allowing her opponent to just land neutrally after her failed attempt, Ambria also decided to go on the offensive. She moved away just far enough that the kicks missed her and raised an arm, aiming it to slam lengthwise against Xoxin's stomach before drawing her hands back to protect her core.
((Really hope this makes sense, haha.))
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Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Jul 31, 2009 22:18:01 GMT -5
Her kicks... they missed? She barely had time to register this before she caught the feeling of the elbow moving towards her, and her mind suddenly blanked a little. Tense or relax? Tense or relax? She relaxed, a little too late, as the force of the unavoidable elbow crushed into her stomach with a shocking amount of power. Maybe more attributed to the fact that she had pretty much jumped onto it, but still, it hurt a damned lot, and she felt winded as she fell away from the elbow. Trying to remain in a combat stance, but hunched a little as the blow to her stomach caused her to fight for her breaths. She retained the human in her line of sight, having severely underestimated her, but still not willing to draw on her Force powers. Losing, even as badly as she was at the moment, was preferably to her than the dishonour of fighting an unfair fight during a spar. Even if she seemed to be less than a raw recruit at the moment.
She steadied herself, coughing and losing her concentration for a second, jumping back a little paranoid as she felt she had lost her focus on the human. She strained her eyes open, forcing her gaze to rest on the human. Obviously she wasn't going to try that move again. That meant she should probably try her fists instead, and returned to the offensive without the breath she probably needed to fight effectively. Mandalorian meant never surrendering and never giving up. A slight groan escaped her as she moved in, bringing her body around with her, the left arm acting as a guard before she swung it around in an arc, the right arm following with a blow aimed into Arcane's left kidney. Doubting that would be enough she continued the rotation of her body, bringing her left foot around with a kick aimed at her opponent's head.
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Post by Mara on Aug 13, 2009 21:15:30 GMT -5
Ambria forced her face to remain blank as she saw how her jab to her opponent's stomach had affected Xoxin. Showing a grin this early in the game would only serve the other woman to gain an advantage over her. It could also make her sloppy in her next attacks, and Ambria didn't want that. So she remained standing in a defensive positive, her hands out in front and in fists, her green eyes hardened and focused on what was to come.
She forced herself to breathe slowly and remain calm, ready for what the Togruta would unleash on her next. By now in the fight she was no longer feeling rusty in her movements; the last attack fully awakening her to her past knowledge back on Mandalore with her family. Her moves were dusted off and ready now. This was just another spar with one of her friends as a child. Except this fight had potential to be a lot more aggressive, as the two opponents were not teenagers in this spar.
Easily knocking Xoxin's left arm away with her right arm, Ambria realized too late that she had misjudged. Though she was strong overall, she knew her left arm was the weaker one and tried to deflect the blow aimed at her with her opponent's right. Ambria erased any evidence of this mistake from her features, her mind going to her next move. She braced herself for the hit she knew was coming, only slightly reduced with her left arm's try at defending against the attack. It would be a lie if the dark-skinned woman said the blow didn't hurt, but she let out a groan that would make her opponent think it hurt even more so. She knew the trickery could be a gamble, one that wouldn't last for long.
Quickly she gathered herself, seeing the other woman's leg coming up in the air. Ambria did the first thing that came to her mind: she sucked in a breath, lowered her weight a little and sprung, backflipping out of reach, using the palms of her hands to anchor her halfway through. She landed lightly on her feet and was glad for the few seconds she had to rethink her options and wait for her opponent's next move.
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Aug 21, 2009 23:40:56 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Aug 21, 2009 23:40:56 GMT -5
Cursing as the other Mandalorian moved away with a backflip, Danee moved back a few steps herself, bouncing on the balls of her feet the whole time to keep herself reactive. Her eyes pierced into those of her opponent's, ready to spot the spark of an attack which would flicker in the pupils. Her montrals sensed nothing, which meant that either she was not reading her opponent right, or she was in no danger at the moment. Her hand moved up to brush an itch off her nose, a smooth, instant motion which reduced the oppressive irritation that had plagued her since she initiated her attack a few seconds ago. So, she'd thrown two punches, one of which had been blocked, one which had caused less-than-considerable damage, and missed a kick for the second time, though this tike she hadn't paid for it through retribution. She exhaled, trying to keep her body functioning properly as she continued to judge the Human. No outstanding features, no amazing biology, and yet she was proving to be a worthy opponent, and Danee was rather enjoying this spar despite the nagging, burning mark on her stomach.
Arcane seemed to be moving more fluidly and looser now, apparently having gotten over the confidence, anxiety or whatever other issue she'd been having previously. This was both a good thing and a bad thing, the latter referring to the outcome of their duel, though Danee herself had hardly warmed up herself, though if she didn't raise her game somewhat quickly she'd be quickly hitting the mat. She reconsidered using the Force before striking the idea from her head, determined to lose graciously rather than put her opponent at an unfair advantage. Refocusing on the fight, she quickly diverted her eyes back from Arcane's chest up to her face, finding her line of sight had unconsciously dropped down the several inches. They were both ready, it would seem, or at least the Human's stance would indicate so. Taking the initiative once again Danee moved in at as fast of a sprint as she could from her stationary position, kicking up into the air and bringing a fist ploughing down towards Arcane's chest.
Not content with the single movement, she immediately moved from the thrust of her arm, moving to take the wrists of the Human. She knew what she wanted to do. Take the wrists, left foot presses into Arcane's torso, right foot would kick up and probably hurt quite badly. Danee would land on her feet if she did it right too, but doing it was highly risky and dangerous, and it was only because it was such a stupid idea that she intended on doing it anyway. After the fiasco with the winding, she didn't think Arcane would expect another revealing attack so soon. Maybe she could use that to her advantage. If not she'd never get warmed up enough to deal with the Human adequately. If at all.
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Aug 26, 2009 20:06:04 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Aug 26, 2009 20:06:04 GMT -5
((LOL, I just realized that Danee was checking Ambria out. )) Her breathing came easily but a little more loudly than she would have wanted or even thought so early on in their spar. Ambria tried to slow her breathing, thinking calm thoughts. She didn't feel winded, far from it, but if her opponent thought so... it could be used against her. Or... she could use it against the Togruta, putting her into a false sense of superiority. But, no, Ambria didn't want to do that. As she forced her breathing slower, she found herself staring back into her opponent's eyes, wondering about the hard stare she was receiving. After all this was only a friendly spar, why would the other Mandalorian be angry at her? But for some reason Ambria got a feeling that Xoxin was more than a little miffed, and she began to feel a little uneasy. Making sure not to show her unease on her features, keeping her face blank and her mind churning for her next move. She also had the vague feeling that her backflip had surprised the other woman; in actuality, she had surprised herself with it. Ambria hadn't done anything that acrobatic in a while, if memory served her right. In the last few years she had fought mostly with her sniper rifle and blasters, with a little hand-to-hand thrown in for good measure. But nothing like this. And it actually felt good to be moving like this. She felt almost like a child again, back on her father's farm on Mandalore. Ambria was beginning to think that her opponent was giving up, in the few moments they stood facing each other, neither seemed willing to make a move. But then she saw the Togruta move, from a standstill to a sprint then jumping into the air. She wasn't sure what she was planning, so the green-eyed human quickly moved back a couple paces. When she saw the fist coming down at her, she side-stepped, but not in the right direction, misjudging the arc: her opponent's hand slammed into her solar plexus. To her credit and training, Ambria remained on her feet after a slight stumble. With her arms spread wide to balance herself and still gasping for breath, she didn't have time to react to the Togruta's taking hold of her wrists. She grit her teeth, forcing herself to fight through the pain in her chest and jerked her arms. They wouldn't come free. She could see in her opponent's eyes that she was planning to strike again, soon, and with her not being able to move, Xoxin still holding onto her, it was probably going to hurt, considering their close quarters. But she didn't give up, trying every trick in the book to disengage her wrists. She jerked, she twisted. And then she saw her opponent's foot come up, and Ambria's heart started beating more rapidly. She was sure it would be a kick, but then it wasn't. The dark-skinned human saw the other foot coming at her, knowing by its position that it would be a low blow, literally below the belt, for their positioning wouldn't allow her a higher kick. Unless the Togruta was more limber than she was giving her credit for. Then Ambria realized something: her feet were still free. Her wrists weren't, but she had full movement of her legs, despite the pressure on her midsection from her opponent's foot. The only problem was, did she have enough room for an appropriate attack? She did the only thing she could think of. With her opponent's feet in the air, one against her own body, one floating, she bent her knees quickly and dropped down, hoping to put the Togruta off guard. And with any luck, slam her rear into the mat.
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Aug 29, 2009 19:35:02 GMT -5
Post by Val - Warning:Contains Sarcasm on Aug 29, 2009 19:35:02 GMT -5
One foot on the chest, the other up and kicking the opponent in the face. Release, backflip, relinquish the wrists and land. That was the plan, that was what was supposed to have happened. And yet... and yet Danee found herself not in the sturdy position of being on her feet. She wasn't looking at her opponent in pain, wasn't feeding on the glory of her own successful attack. The wrists had been relinquished, but onto to bring her hands quickly around the leg which was supposed to be kicking. Supposed to have moved through the air and contacted with Arcane. After the little stunt Arcane had done, the leg had remained under her body as she fell... as they fell. Landing on it that heavily was not a good thing at all, as her yell and higher pitched, silencing shriek indicated. She pursed her lips together, biting her lower lip, almost laughing or smiling at the pain, confused because it felt funny, but not a good funny. She exhaled quickly, pressing herself away from Arcane to get back to her feet.
She almost bothered to ask for a timeout or a reprieve, to get a few minutes of rest, but even though she murmured "Wait..." she didn't actually expect the other Mandalorian to actually comply. She dragged herself onto her functioning knee, the other one not wanting to straighten as much or something, she wasn't sure what, probably a trapped nerve or something, but it was certainly unfair. The human there with her fully-functional body, and Danee who had handicapped herself twice now, once with the Force and now with the leg. Jumping kicks and high mobility would be out for a while, if not for the rest of the fight. This was bad, but there was little she wanted to do to complain. The longer she spent clutching her leg and complaining, the longer she'd be open to a counterattack, and so she pulled up her fists, bringing her arms across her chest but not as to block her vision. She'd been hit in the face for making that mistake once before.
She moved in once more, not wanting to give up one of the few advantages she had at the moment - the offensive. She dragged herself somewhat towards her opponent, the right leg dragging and being used as a support, the left leg functional, until she was close enough to go at Arcane with her hands this time, punching quickly and aiming for the head or chest. She could feel her eyes tiring quicker than she expected, though she reminded herself this was probably partly due to the fact that she'd been jumping and kicking and suchlike for quite a while. The thoughts distracted her though and she continued punching for the other Mandalorian's head to try and end the duel.
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Sept 4, 2009 18:44:52 GMT -5
Post by Mara on Sept 4, 2009 18:44:52 GMT -5
((Okay, here goes...))
Well, there was a slam, but it wasn't her opponent's rear end that connected with the mat but her leg. Ambria briefly felt a pang of sorrow for causing so much pain to the Togruta; she hadn't meant her move to end up that way. There was a sympathetic twitch in her own left leg, but that was all it was, sympathetic. The woman knew that the lower part of the appendage didn't feel any pain because it didn't exist any more, replaced with a prosthetic double. But it was a spar, though friendly, and she really couldn't just stop and check to see if the other woman was okay. She couldn't think about how awful it sounded to her ears the way the other woman had cried out from the sudden pain. She had to think of her next move and figure out how hurt she was herself.
With her wrists released as Xoxin's leg crumbled under her, Ambria moved from her crouch and bounced back up on her feet, standing upright. She watched the other woman scrambling away from her, seeing the pained look in her face. Ambria took a deep breath and forced all thoughts about feeling sorry for what she had done to her out of her mind. It as in the past now; she couldn't do anything to change it. Even when she heard the Togruta croak out a "Wait..." Ambria only stepped back a couple paces to give the other woman time to recoup; she wasn't about to jump on an opponent who was obviously not ready to defend herself yet. Ambria would give her that dignity, at least, the dignity of a Mandalorian.
So she took the time now to gather herself, absently rubbing her sore wrists where they had been grabbed, sore from when she tried to jerk herself free. Her wind was returning from the blow to her solar plexus. Ambria felt she was able to get almost a full lungful now. Other that those injuries, nothing was major, nothing was really bothering her, just a mass of various bruises that she would have to ease later in a steamy bath.
Seeing the other woman struggle to stand with her injured knee, Ambria again thought of her own past injury to her leg from years before. She didn't look down at it, but her mind went to that moment briefly. The damage to the leg, all the sharpnel inside. The spreading infection. All probably more painful than the other Mandalorian before her was feeling. It was then that she made herself a promise that when their spar was over, she would offer up her medical expertise to the Togruta captain, if she would take it.
Ambria stretched a little, bouncing on her feet a bit to keep her heart rate going, the blood and adrenaline pumping. Despite her trouble, she was sure Xoxin would be coming for her again. She wouldn't expect anything less from a Mandalorian female. And she was right; her opponent was moving towards her again but more slowly this time, favoring the injured leg. Ambria moved her arms up in a defensive position, sure that she would not be facing any kicking attacks any time soon.
She easily blocked the first couple of punches with her arms, content for now to just defend, not attack. Right now Ambria wanted to avoid causing any more serious damage to her opponent, feeling the pit in her stomach growing. Knowing her father would just shake his head at her for giving up her advantage. But though she was Mando, she was also compassionate, at least to her fellows.
Xoxin continued aiming for her head, and Ambria could tell that the blows were not coming as quick as earlier in the spar, though they were still deadly enough if one happened to land. But she continued to block them, moving her forearms back and forth, deflecting the fists of the Togruta. If she didn't do something soon, this could go on forever until one of them fell exhausted to the mat, and that was no honorable way to end a fight. Ambria searched her mind for a way to end it without causing too much more damage. Her mind went again to her childhood, to her father's sessions. And then she had it.
Ducking a blow that was aimed for her head, Ambria moved her arms down as well, grabbing her opponent by the waist and using her feet to push off the mat, hoping to bring her down on her back against the hard but springy surface, keeping her prone with her own weight. She wasn't meaning to knock her out; no, she just thought that punching and kicking were best replaced with old-fashioned grappling, something she used to enjoy far more when she was young than just fisticuffs.
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