Niitari
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What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Sept 20, 2014 3:38:51 GMT
Training is done outdoors and indoors. The grounds are set up with obstacle courses that are taken down every night and stored inside the indoor training facility attic to prevent ware and tear during extreme weather. There are also areas for sparring, either with dummies in the corners or with other people near the center. Gauntlets and mud pits are also set up for more extreme contact training. |
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Post by dawny on Sept 20, 2014 4:12:10 GMT
Riddle walked past one of the sparring rings and glanced about. Setting up the obstacles would take too long and besides, he knew someone else would show up sooner or later to spar with him. He climbed into the ring and sat on the ground, stretching.
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Niitari
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Post by Niitari on Sept 20, 2014 18:29:00 GMT
Lucan squinted at the brighter outdoors, the sun cold and white behind the clouds. He suppressed a shiver and followed Riddle to the ring, not making any move to stretch or prepare in any way. It's not like an enemy would give him time. He had to react. Jump from zero to a hundred in a heartbeat. The other Satellites that had followed them from the mess hall sat on the benches outside the ring or stood there watching. Everyone was rather silent and grim.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2014 19:27:17 GMT
Latif followed the rest outside, standing off to the side from the rest of the Satellites that had come from the mess hall. He didn't think Lucan was one to hold back. The younger Satellite seemed like the sort that would give training his best, and wouldn't go easy on any opponent. Seemed like this Were followed the orders they were given to the letter. It would have been seen as weak if Lucan didn’t. However, beating Riddle wasn’t doing him any favors either. Was there really any point to harming another Satellite in training? It would only make their lives more difficult if they were still forced to train while wounded. Sure it would most likely build up their tolerance to pain, to push it away and focus on their future masters…But wouldn’t it have been better to teach the younger ones more? Help build up their skills better, assess their possible weaknesses before allowing them to go up against someone that really could kill them? The wereelk glanced at the other Satellites before looking at the training pair. He’d be seen as weak if the rest knew what he was thinking. Maybe that’s why he still hasn’t been bought?
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Post by dawny on Sept 21, 2014 0:25:12 GMT
Riddle stopped stretching when Lucan entered the ring. He climbed to his feet and backed to the opposite side of the sparring ring. There were a fair amount of satellites that had followed them there to watch, but he didn't pay them any mind. He watched Lucan, trying to remember the latest things he'd learned in practice. He coiled slightly, tensing, waiting for the other satellite to move.
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Niitari
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What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Sept 22, 2014 21:11:09 GMT
Two opponents facing each other in the snow, flanked by half-interested onlookers ogling for bloodshed. Wether any blood would actually be shed remained to be seen. Lucan did not quite think even shifting would be necessary. Not that he was underestimating his opponent, but tearing some child to shreds was the last thing on his mind, and he hadn't been ordered to, so that made it lowest on his priorities. Just a friendly little sparring match. That was all this was. Though maybe some part of him did want to teach the kid with too much personality a lesson. Lucan watched Riddle now with dull eyes. His usual expression was one of disinterest, so it came naturally to him. He had his arms limp at his sides, his posture upright as he'd been taught, but plenty relaxed. The only way one could tell he was even ready to fight was the strange, new depth to his eyes. Under that dull expression was sharp, steel focus. His concentration could cut metal. He bit the inside of his lip ever so softly, waiting for Riddle to make the first move.
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Post by dawny on Oct 12, 2014 18:29:50 GMT
Riddle remained nearly frozen for a long moment until he realized that the other satellite was going to wait for him to attack first. He glanced at the watcher out of the corner of his eye and gave an almost silent sigh of resignation. He’d have to take his opponent without shifting. There was too much of a risk if anyone else was watching. Not that he would really mind petrifying one of two of the other satellites. It’s not like he would miss them. But it would get him into trouble, far more trouble that simply getting beat in a fight. Besides, he might win, he thought, and then snorted. He might. Or he might get killed himself, and that was probably the more likely of the two. Slowly, Riddle bent down until he touched the ground with both hand. Then he bounded forward like a runner starting a race, jumping towards Lucan with his fists coiled to his side and ready to strike as soon as he got close enough.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2014 22:03:53 GMT
Ignatius had been tasked with inspecting the buildings that would be used by the Satellites. When he had heard a rumor of a fight taking place, of which there were many a day, he couldn’t help but take a break from his inspections to go and take a look. Inspecting the Satellites themselves was far more important than the buildings they lived in, in his opinion. When he was a young werewolf he had dreamed of many different jobs he wished to have instead of being a part of the SEC. He grew older, still having such dreams but he was taught that he had the Lapsir name to uphold, and his choices were limited. The SEC was something he had grown to tolerate, and even take pride in being a part of at times. Exiting the building and going out to the training grounds, he saw a group gathered. Moving towards the edge, and keeping his distance from the Satellites, he crossed his arms over his chest lightly, golden eyes assessing which the Satellites that were about to fight. He might have been in North Town on business to check the buildings, but he could put in a good or bad word in for them depending on what he saw.
Lafit saw movement from the corner of his eye, another person joining the group about to watch the fighting begin. His jaw clenched, seeing that the new viewer looked to be part of the SEC. He looked away, hearing movement and saw Riddle decided to strike the first blow, his jaw remained clenched. He didn’t like it when the SEC came by to look at them. Some Satellites were indifferent towards them, others tried a little too had to impress them in the hopes that it might get them to be bought sooner.
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Niitari
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What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Oct 12, 2014 23:22:01 GMT
Lucan crouched down low and under Riddle's fists, slamming his own right into Riddle's stomach. Riddle's blows grazed his shoulders, which stung, but getting them in the sides would have hurt worst.
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Post by dawny on Oct 17, 2014 0:36:28 GMT
Riddle groaned and staggered backwards when Lucan slammed into him. He straightened up as soon as he could and swung his left fist back at the other Satellite, more in wild attempt to get him to back off rather than with any real hope of hitting him.
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Niitari
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What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Nov 7, 2014 20:35:54 GMT
The blow grazed Lucan's right cheek, and he lashed out, grabbing the wrist and pulling the Satellite back and into his waiting fist. Slam! His fist connected with Riddle's solar plexus. He did not let go of the boy, merely twisted Riddle's arm in his vice like grip.
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