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governorkang) wrote in trans_92010-04-26 10:33 pm
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Biweekly Warfare Training - Block One
The turnout ended up being better than expected. Kang stood with his arms crossed over his chest in front of the bar of the tavern, looking over his and Ronon's students; he knew that several of them wouldn't stay, once they realized how brutal this training was going to be. He glanced over at his fellow instructor, and nodded slightly, getting a nod and grin in return.
Sons-of-bitches voice was go.
"Welcome to Warfare Training. For those of you who don't know us, I am Kang, and this"--he pointed at Ronon--"is Ronon Dex. We are going to be your instructors." His wings rustled slightly, and he grinned. "I'm going to tell you right now: this is not going to be easy. You will get hurt. You will be sore in muscles you didn't even know existed. We are going to make you give us everything you have, and more."
He placed his left hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. "You will be learning hand-to-hand, various melee weapons with an emphasis on swords and knives, firearms, and for those interested, I will be giving private lessons with the axe. You will also be learning strategy and tactics, and will be facing off against many different types of nonhuman foes. Our goal is to make sure you have a chance of surviving, no matter what situation you happen to find yourself in."
Pointing to the door, the bozak's expression turned serious again, "If you feel that you can't handle this training at any point, the door is right there. We only want those who are serious about learning, and we won't put up with whining or half-assing. We also won't put up with any sort of discrimination based on age or sex, so be respectful to your fellow classmates, and to your instructors." He meant it, too.
"Classes will be Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from 1600 to 1800, and mostly optional on Saturdays from 0900 to 1200. We'll let you know which Saturdays are required at least a day ahead. Questions?"
[Things to be covered!
Basics of hand-to-hand, proper knife and sword handling, and for those interested in axe, message me and we'll work out the private lessons. :3]
Sons-of-bitches voice was go.
"Welcome to Warfare Training. For those of you who don't know us, I am Kang, and this"--he pointed at Ronon--"is Ronon Dex. We are going to be your instructors." His wings rustled slightly, and he grinned. "I'm going to tell you right now: this is not going to be easy. You will get hurt. You will be sore in muscles you didn't even know existed. We are going to make you give us everything you have, and more."
He placed his left hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. "You will be learning hand-to-hand, various melee weapons with an emphasis on swords and knives, firearms, and for those interested, I will be giving private lessons with the axe. You will also be learning strategy and tactics, and will be facing off against many different types of nonhuman foes. Our goal is to make sure you have a chance of surviving, no matter what situation you happen to find yourself in."
Pointing to the door, the bozak's expression turned serious again, "If you feel that you can't handle this training at any point, the door is right there. We only want those who are serious about learning, and we won't put up with whining or half-assing. We also won't put up with any sort of discrimination based on age or sex, so be respectful to your fellow classmates, and to your instructors." He meant it, too.
"Classes will be Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from 1600 to 1800, and mostly optional on Saturdays from 0900 to 1200. We'll let you know which Saturdays are required at least a day ahead. Questions?"
[Things to be covered!
Basics of hand-to-hand, proper knife and sword handling, and for those interested in axe, message me and we'll work out the private lessons. :3]
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"You ever do this before?" Jubilee asked, bouncing on her toes.
Adrenaline churned her stomach and she had to remind herself that this guy was not an XMan she could simply explode on.
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"Aye, I might have been involved in a wee brawl or two," Jamie replies as he moves over to that indicated piece of floor. He's never really been one to back down from a fight, even if he's outmatched.
So he's picked up a few things, including keeping eye contact with his opponent. Without really thinking about it, he rubbed his hands together and settles into position, hands held out in front of him.
"Ready when ye are."
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"I'm ready." Jubilee assured him. He looked like a brawler. Her speed, flexibility and experience would come in handy.
"Let's dance." Her eyes flicked left as she bounced onto her toes. Her right fist lashed out, aiming for his shoulder.
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A small smile appears on his face as he steps in with his left foot, bringing his left forearm up to block the blow.
"Och, you'll need to do better than that, lassie, if ye wish to get one over on a McCrimmon."
With his other hand, he goes to return the punch with one of his own.
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Her weight rested perfectly on her toes - almost two decades of gymnastics came in handy - and she grinned wickedly at her partner. "But then, you're the first one I've met. The other Scot I knew was a MacTaggert."
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MacTaggert, however, is a name he is familiar with. "MacTaggert? Aye, I've known a few of them. Good fighters to have at your back."
Pivoting on his foot, he attempts to wrap his arm around Jubilee's waist as quickly as possible. The fact that she's balanced on her toes means that she stands a good chance of getting away, so now he chooses to use a little of his own quickness to see if he can get a little bit of an advantage. If he can get the grip, he's got a shot at pulling off a hip throw - which is exactly what he tries to do.