trans_9 | This is the Neo-Swedish engineers' fault, okay

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This is the Neo-Swedish engineers' fault, okay

Allenby rocked back and forth on her heels, frowning at the Great Wall for a couple of reasons. One, apparently the Daligig or whoever had yanked out a big chunk of the Great Wall (or one of them, given how many Earths there were) and slapped it into the City like a cheap bookcase. She wasn't big on cultural heritage preservation, but sheesh.

The second reason was that she was thinking. Next to her feet was a bag of toys: jacks, a gymnast's ribbon, a kite, spinning tops, and a few superballs. Believe or not, she was going to use these to develop a new specialty technique--just as soon as she figured out where to begin.

"Man, Nobel Gundam... I knew I shoulda asked Chibodee and George what they did to figure out theirs." She winced when she caught herself talking to her Gundam yet again, and she wasn't even in the Hangar this time... oh well. Allenby picked up the ribbon and began running, executing a technique she already knew well from piloting.

[ooc: So anyone in the Water Cooler post who wanted to do sparring/training stuff, this would be a good place to do it! :3 Or anyone else who'd like to pop in, of course.]

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"Ah ha!" Azeroth had its fair share of curious vehicles, so the concept wasn't foreign to him. "How is a ribbon involved?"

"That's my primary weapon. It's pretty handy! Buuut, I need another kind of attack to make myself even better out there. Right now I'm brainstormin'." With a bag full of kids' toys and a great wall, yep.

"A ribbon?" He double-checked it. "I'd kinda like to see that!"

"If you want, I can show you sometime! This one here's just a toy, really, but the Gundam's ribbon is made of beam energy. It's pretty awesome."

"Beam energy?" It took him a moment to envision this, but he came up with something not terribly far from reality. "Oh, that makes a LOT more sense!"

"You got an idea what that is then? Sorry, it's hard to tell since you look like you're from about eight centuries ago to me," Allenby said with a sheepish grin. "Actually I can show ya right now if you want!"

"From everything I've heard since I got on this ship, Azeroth is a very weird place by the standards of other worlds," he said. "Of course I'd like to see it! Am I going to be the target or can you use it effectively without attacking something specifically?"

"Naw, I won't hit you--'less you want a spar, and then it's no problem."

Allenby slowed to a halt, selecting one particularly battered-looking spot on the Wall that wouldn't notice another scratch. "Nobel Hula Hoop!" The brilliant green energy zoomed out, struck the wall, and returned to her hand before vanishing.

"I'm always up for a spar, though I do wonder if hacking at you with a weapon is advisable."

He slowed as she did, watching as the attack went out and then back.

That was not what he'd been expecting.

"How hard does it hit?" he asked, moving over to inspect the wall curiously.

"If I can't dodge your weapon, I figure I deserve the hit," said Allenby. "But if you can do hand-to-hand that'd be best!"

She grinned as he went to look at the wall. "Just as hard as I need it! I can shear through cement with this thing if I want--'course, some enemies are tougher than that so I gotta bash them manually after that."

"I'm all right with it," he said, having laboriously punched things for a week straight in Northrend till he could reasonably claim to be as skilled with it as he was with any weapon, "but not having a weapon shuts down a lot of my attacks. Which might be a good thing, since I DO put a lot of effort into hitting my opponent. When it comes down to it, making sure more hits land is the most effective way to do more damage."

He poked at the wall curiously, testing its strength. It was more impressive that she could reign in its power, really, than that it was powerful to begin with!

"Hm... I think havin' a weapon in my hands would shut down a lot of my attacks," said Allenby. "In that case, we ought to just fight the way we do best at. You can use whatever you use and I can use my fists and feet!"

She grinned at the way he poked at the wall. "And my specialty techniques, of course."

"When you lose, I can always heal you up again." he said, teasing her. He began to reach back, then paused.

"Well, I'll give you a preference, should I fight defensively or offensively? I can do either well!"

"You better save that for yourself instead," Allenby replied, grinning. Yeah, okay. She liked this guy.

She brought up her fists and took a fighting stance. "I'll be nice and let you take offense. Show me what you got!"

Well, she'd asked for it.

He drew Quel'delar, the Berserking enchantment on it giving the impression of blood dripping from the blade. Holy light swirled around him as he drew upon the Seal of Righteousness, then sheathed himself in an aura of retribution that would strike pain back at her for every blow she landed.

Then he blessed himself with Might to increase his power and return his mana. And then after that laborious pre-battle processing was finally complete, he made his first move -- by gesturing with one open hand towards her.

Judgment formed above her in the form of a descending hammer wrought of holy energy.

Allenby wondered if it was wise to let Maridian do... whatever the hell it was he was doing, but she was too curious to try attacking while he was spellcasting. Anyway it'd be kind of a dirty trick to do so while he was distracted.

She'd expected him to rush forward with that dripping blade--goddamn--but he just held up a hand instead. Allenby looked around, puzzled, and then saw what was above her head.

"Whoa!" She reacted instinctively and proooobably unwisely, leaping straight up to try and punch the thing back. Idiot, it's energy, hit it with the Hula Hoop! But it was too late now.

Touching it was enough to trigger its holy damage - the spell cannot be parried! And its explosion seemed to infuse Mar with energy -- no sooner did the hammer lash out at her than he raced forward at startling speed, weapon raised and glowing with holy energy as he struck out at her with it.

Wow, yeah, that had been dumb. Allenby blinked huge white spots out of her vision as the spell's energy seemed to wallop every cell she had.

The glow of Maridian's weapon almost blended in with the stars she was seeing, but instinct managed to propel her to the side just before it hit--a pretty clumsy dodge that ended with a tumble across the floor, but hey, she wasn't in two pieces.

He lashed out with his sword again, though this time the blade didn't shine with holy energy (though it still gave the impression of dripping blood.)

No sooner did the swing complete then he released his right hand's grip on the sword, snapping it up, palm forward and fingers spread. With just a momentary effort of will, he let holy energy blossom from a spark to a conflagration inside her as if to burn her away.

With holy might surging through him to redouble the effect of the blast, even he had to wince a little at what he'd just unleashed on the poor girl. But she'd asked for it!

Yeah, yeah she had. Allenby tried to remind herself of that, but her thoughts were pretty scrambled. Kind of like eggs. She was able to roll away from the strike with the sword--still in one piece!--and theeeen the next spell hit her.

"AUUUUUUGH!"

Oh god her liver was on fire she knew it.

Uh-oh.

He was trying to spar her, not kill her, so he backed off, lowering his sword. "Uh, you okay?"

"Haaaaa." Allenby shook her head hard in an effort to clear it, down on her hands and knees with her fists clenched so tight she might have cut her hands, if not for her gloves.

"What the hell was that?" she managed after a moment.

"Exorcism," Mar said, even as he gathered holy power in his hands. "A paladin's magic grows more powerful as his strength does, not his his mind, and with the proper training we can learn to cast that spell instantly and more powerfully in the middle of combat, if conditions are right."

He lifted his hands, invoking a healing light over Allenby. No sooner did it fade than he cast another one.

"Oh." Allenby flinched away from the light at first until she realized it was cooling the pious burning sensation in her innards. Haha... she had not been expecting that.

"I like this spell better," she said with a weak chuckle when he cast the second spell.

"Sorry, I might have gotten a little carried away there. It's rarely a good idea to not hit something as hard and fast as you can. And that WAS a little bit of luck on my part, I admit!"

One more for good measure. Then he dug up a waterskin he'd filled with something from the tavern and leaned against a nearby wall to slam it back.

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