trans_9 | Biweekly Warfare Training

Another day of training, which meant more bruises and more aches for everyone involved, even the instructors. Kang was looking more stern than usual, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the students practice using their opponents' momentum to their advantage; his wings rustled as one was flipped onto their back, something they could have easily avoided if they'd been paying attention and covering their openings like they were supposed to. They should have known better after a month of having it drilled into their head.

[Aaaaugh I fail. This should have been up Monday.

Just like last time, Erii. I wanted to get it up ASAP so it wouldn't be too late. D:

Previously!

April 26 - May 9: 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.

May 10 - May 23: More hand-to-hand, basic offensive moves with knives and swords, basics of guns.

Things to be covered!

You guessed it. Hand to hand. Also, beginning to combine offensive and defensive moves with knives and swords, and more gun work.

Note!

Kang is. Uh. Going to be a little snappy and a bit rougher the next few days. He got his memories back and he's pissed at the Ohm. If anyone wants to call him on it, feel free~]

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Ronon had mixed feelings about how progress was coming along. For the most part, the students had improved but they were still a long way off and improvement was coming along slowly. Still, he'd be damned if they didn't improve enough to put up a proper fight on the real battlefield.

He stood there observed the students filing into the tavern and glanced at Kang. He knew his scaled friend had gotten his memories of the Ohm attack back and wasn't too happy about it. Something, as strange as it sounds, he had been stalling to do to himself. What was the point if they couldn't go back to that point and change things? Besides, weren't they currently working towards getting their world back? Anyway it was about time to start.

"As usual, find a partner and spar. Try someone you haven't sparred with before. And don't forget to keep your eyes on your opponent. Many of you still aren't making eye contact all the time. Grow eyes at the back of your head if you need to. Eye contact."

Edited 2010-05-26 17:57 (UTC)

There was a lot going through Katara's mind right now, and though it was threatening to spill out, she used her Bene Gesserit training of stilling her pain to keep herself under control. Normally, her waterbending treaining would have been enough- but it had been Her world that had falllen, and so it made her the last waterbender now. She could still hear the screams of the people in Earth Nation, somehow feel the anguish of the spirits of her world crying out. But he also knew thinking about that now was a guarantee that she would be unbalanced in this fight: and she wouldn't have that. She had her people to make proud of as well as Arha.

Katara listened to Ronan's instructions, nodding to herself when he was finished, her eyes wandering to Billy and Jamie and Renne before focusing on her new opponent. She hoped the guys did well today.

The students were separated into two groups, those who were to practice with knives and those who were to practice with swords. Each group was to practice with one type of weapon for 20 minutes or so before moving onto the next weapon. There was still a lot to learn and not a lot of time for it.

Ronon had prepared wooden knives with red dye along the edges that would rub off if touched. "Everyone grab a knife. Last lesson we learnt different basic offensive and defensive maneuvers. This time let's see what you remember."

He looked around and saw some eager faces, and others.. not so eager. "These knives will leave red marks on you if you've been 'cut' by it. First we'll do a quick run-through of what we've learnt then spar. So everyone get into your fighting stance..."

First Ronon demonstrated clean slices aimed at the neck, across the chest and across the stomach. Everyone followed and when he was happy enough, they moved onto defensive moves. They were short knife blocks covering the vital areas they were learning to attack; the neck, chest and abdomen. He drilled them until he was satisfied then he let his students spar with each other.

Edited 2010-05-26 18:38 (UTC)

Today was the day the students were going to practice shooting. He was still unsure about some people and their ability to not accidentally shoot anyone. He figured that if McKay eventually learned to shoot, which he did, then these guys could too. The last couple of weeks, Ronon's gun lessons had been more theory and knowing what a gun was all about. He taught handgun assembly and de-assembly. Everyone seemed... decent at best.

He brought the students outside the tavern to a small field with a brick wall and lined them up. In front of the brick wall were six dummies with targets drawn on them - the bullseye being in the center of the chest. Where they were standing, there was a few tables set up each with a box of ammo sitting by it and a handgun on top waiting to be used.

"Everyone is going to have a shot at their target until their clip runs out. There's enough ammo for everyone. Take your time and don't forget the safety. One person fires at one target at all times. Questions?"

"No questions!"

Finally, something that he didn't totally suck at. Paco knew his way around handguns -- he had grown up in Texas after all. He was a little slower loading the weapon than he'd like, but there are some things about his new arm that he's still getting used to.

He was a pretty decent shot, but obviously no professional.

Ronon was making his rounds, watching the students practice firing. A lot of people had never fired a gun before today. It was as clear as day to him that Paco had experience with a handgun.

"Still adjusting to the arm?"

"Yeah," Paco said, squeezing off another shot before setting the gun down so he could talk to Ronon. "It's still a little weird. I think I've finally got the balance issues worked out." He was still pretty sure he was going to need to beg back massages off of people, though.

Finally! While shooting a gun wasn't Jamie's strongest suit, he had handled them before. As long as it wasn't some strange sort of laser gun he at least knew what he was doing.

Since the lessons had been decidedly less physical than the rest of the training, he had been fighting to keep himself from getting too impatient. He had managed - barely.

It was a bit of a relief to be able to step up to take his turn with the practice dummy, but he still took the time and effort to do things properly. As a result, he was a little surprised to find that he actually was doing a little better now than he had in the past.

Another student that appeared able to find his way around a handgun. Good. Ronon nodded with approval. Jamie seemed enthusiastic about being able to finally use a gun. Actually, Ronon knew everyone wanted to start firing practice as soon as he told them they were to learn about firearms. Their reactions spoke loud and clear everytime he told them: "No shooting practice today."

"You're doing good. Keep it up. Not your first time, right?"

Jamie doesn't answer immediately, as he's in the middle of firing off a shot. Working on staying focused, rather than let the question distract him, he brings up the gun, takes careful aim, then squeezes the trigger. When it hits just about where he he wanted it to, he looks quite pleased. A bit of that carries over as he turns his attention to Ronon, and nodded in agreement.

"Aye, it's not. I could still use a wee bit of practice, though."

Pointing to the wooden swords on one of the tables (no dye; he trusted everyone to know what was a lethal blow and what wasn't), Kang addressed his students with his sons-of-bitches voice, "Some of you are still trying to use your swords like in the movies and on television. Remember, the hack and slash style leaves far too many openings; use every part of the weapon. Parry with the flat of the blade, use the crossguard to block or bind your opponent's weapon, hit with the pommel, and most important, use thrusts."

He pulled his flamberge from its sheath, a wicked-looking blade that was too big for the average human to handle, and demonstrated, making sure to keep the edge well away from the students. Resheathing it, he backed up so that they had more room and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Go. I'll be stepping in when needed."

Edited 2010-05-27 01:07 (UTC)

Kate was already very familiar with swords and fencing, but she wanted to fine tune her skills. Plus the practice could only help. She smirked at the line about some people use the more swashbuckling style as seen in movies. Her own fencing teacher went on a rant about them their first week of class.

She readied the wooden blade in her two hands as she faced her opponent. (Which is more a broadword or bastard sword style as opposed to the fencing icon.)

Edited 2010-05-27 04:57 (UTC)

Biweekly Warfare Training - Block Three

hand-to-hand sparring!

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basic knife maneuvers

gun basics

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Swords!

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