trans_9 | Biweekly Warfare Training

Two weeks of training had gone by already, and Kang and Ronon hadn't even gotten close to the hard stuff yet. The experience level of the students varied, making it somewhat difficult to keep everyone involved at times, but they'd managed it, and were seeing a good amount of progress. Injuries had also been to a minimum, something they were glad for; Kang had gotten lucky and found several wooden practice swords, decreasing the chance of serious injury, though he had made sure that everyone got to handle a real one at least once in the sensoriums. He really didn't want anyone to lose a limb or get stabbed in the gut.

They were also pleased to see that no one had quit the class yet, and that more than a few were quite enthusiastic about what they were learning. It boded well.

[Erii, if you've got anything to add for Ronon in particular, do it. If you want it in the post itself, and not as a comment, just IM me with it, and I'll add it in for you.

Previously!

Basics of hand-to-hand, proper knife and sword handling. Important points: Eye contact with an opponent at all times, prevention of telegraphing moves, breathing, learning to read an opponent and spot weaknesses. Most of it so far has been defensive rather than offensive.

Things to be covered!

More hand-to-hand, basic offensive moves with knives and swords, basics of guns.

Also, I have a request. If there are any characters involved in this that would be inclined to complain about the training (specifically about it being too harsh) during class where Kang could hear it, I would love to hear from you. I have... a scenario I would like to play out, so if you do have a character that fits the bill IM me. :D]

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Sam had decided it would be best to linger near the fringes, with a med kit of sorts, just in case. You couldn't be too careful, right? But he watched interestedly, remembering some of Jared's combat training as a part of his apprenticeship. Since he filled more of a support role, that sort of thing wasn't necessary. But it suited their personalities.

He just hoped he wouldn't get pulled into the exercises.

This male didn't look like he was there for the training, and when Kang spotted the med kit, he pegged him for a medic. Master Chief had expressed a wish that a medic be present, something he and Ronon didn't think was necessary as they (and a few of the students) were capable of taking care of minor injuries, and anything that was beyond their skill was sent to the medbay immediately. But when he thought about it, he could see how having a medic around would be useful; they wouldn't have to stop class to patch someone up or cut another student's time.

Before class began, he motioned for Sam to come over to the bar, "If you're not going to participate in the fighting, it'd be best for you to stay behind the bar. Less likely for you to get in someone's way." His tone was matter-of-fact, not rude or condescending.

He looked over to Kang when he spoke, and swallowed. He was bigger up close. "Ah, sure. Call if you need me. I have really good hearing, so don't worry about that." He looked a bit spooked.

He collected his bag and started in the direction Kang had indicated.

Having heard of the warfare training that Kang and Ronon were conducting, 'Vadum's interest had been peaked. Having trained warriors himself he decided to attend one such training session, to watch, observe their training methods.

Arriving early at the Drunken Dragon, the Sangheili Shipmaster approached Kang, having found him first, "Greetings, Kang," Dipping his head in greetings before going on, "With your permission, I wish to observe the training session to soon begin,"

Kang nodded in return, smiling, "Of course. There's space behind the bar for you to sit and watch. You're not interested in participating?"

"My thanks," The Sangheili replied with a dip of his head, looking from the indicated space behind the bar to the room at large, "Hmm, I would be interested, I would not wish to interfere with your teaching methods however," Rtas replied with a quirk of his mandibles that could be interpreted as a smile, "I would not wish to provide too much of a challenge for your students given my experience, lest you wish that upon them?"

"Ronon and I, we have plans to make them face off against some of the other nonhuman members of the crew when they've gotten past the basics. If you want to step in, I'd be happy to have you," Kang grinned.

Rtas inclines his head at that, thinking on that particular idea, "Hmm, that sounds a fine idea to me, it would be my honour to step in whenever you would deem it suitable," The Sangheili would reply, the quirk of his mandibles suggesting a grin in return.

((OOC:Sorry for the delay >.< ))

Paco had actually begun to make a habit of arriving early. Sure, he'd been pretty much constantly sore in places he didn't usually realize he had, but it was surprisingly fun. He was beginning to understand why Brenda had enjoyed her martial arts classes.

One of the things he'd definitely learned was stretching. Stretching made things so much better. He rolled his head around on his neck a couple times and got started doing that.

Sokka was lounging off to one side in exercise-type clothes, his sheathed sword hanging loosely from one hand. He'd done a warm-up run on the way here, and stretched a bit. So now it was just time to wait for things to actually start.

The Machine Decader slowed and stopped near the training ground. Its rider, Tsukasa Kadoya removed his helmet and leaned forward, resting his hands on the windshield of it. He read about the training sessions for a while now, and since he was already near the grounds, it seemed like a good idea to check out what the hubbub was all about.

He kept a distance, though, not wanting to involve himself in the goings on; he wasn't interested in participation, only observation. When he noticed the slow goings, though...

He spoke up, loudly enough to be heard by the instructors. He asked only one thing, "Don't you think you're being too easy on them?"

Mulan goes through the stances and moves she learned in her own army in a quiet corner. She's especially looking forward to learning about these "guns" today.

Jamie is there as well, wearing the usual plantsuit and kilt combination - after all, if he's going to be fighting for real, he'll likely be wearing his kilt then. There's no reason for him not to do so.

He has his claymore ready, mostly in case it's needed for demonstration purposes. Until the rest of the class is ready to use live steel, he suspects that the practice swords will get more of a workout, however.

Already having warmed up earlier, he's stretching while he waits for class to start.

Biweekly Warfare Training - Block Two

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