Post by Sarah Crestwell on Sept 20, 2015 2:09:11 GMT -5
sorry i'm
(OOC: Wisdom Please!)
Sarah made her way up the staircase to the gymnasium. She knew what she had done, and she knew how far she would be going with her training this time. She wanted to only use one of her eyes but she would be using her right eye's vision, her hearing, and all of her sense of touch and vibration to suss out where the attacks were coming from. Inside the gymnasium were plenty of students who had volunteered to help her with her training, each one of them equipped with a large bucket of objects to be thrown however they wish. She had a simple instruction of what she had to follow, of what she had to do with her technique and with her blocking/dodging/striking. She knew that if she saw a bowling ball the objective that she had was to dodge it. The idea being that she was training to understand that she had to dodge attacks that had a bit of weight or looked menacing. These attacks depending on their trajectory and her opponent might not be able to be redirected easily and so in place of blocking or redirecting them she would simply have to make her way out of them. The next kind was the baseball. Baseball's implied an attack of some sort that could be returned, bounced even. These attacks she would use breaker, her feet, or the palm of her hand to redirect if she could, attempting to use them to redirect damage on her opponents. The last was an orange. Oranges she simply needed to block or dodge, preferably block. These attacks wouldn't carry the strength to necessitate spending energy to try and completely dodge but also didn't have enough sturdiness to redirect the flow without ending the attack altogether. So she would block these with minimal movements and take the hits in defended or non-vital areas.
As she made her way in she sat down with the group to explain her thinking with this and apologize ahead of time. She saw that among the 12 people there were a few who saw fit to be wearing protective equipment from the baseball team, the catchers as she liked to think of them. There were three of these ones, and they had the right idea. They came to play the game and understood that if Sarah made a mistake with the bowling ball and attacked it, it could very well be them under fire from a fairly large ball if the thing survived the hit. As they all waited for her to explain she was busy tightening her shoelaces and adjusting her sports bra and shorts. She was finishing putting her hair into a ponytail with one hand, a very skillful thing if ever there was one, when she began to speak to them. “Alright so I’m sure you understand by now that you could get seriously injured during this. That’s why I picked you lot from the wrestling team. You guys have been doing awful, terrible, and so I didn’t want to accidentally injure any sports players who were actually playing a winning or near winning season. Since none of you seemed to offended by that I take it you’ve all pretty much given up for the rest of the season?”
A chorus of nods shortly followed as she looked around and got the general consensus from everyone. “Alright then, so here’s the deal. I don’t want you to have a pattern to what you throw, I don’t want to know what you throw. You need to do it quietly and without grunting or showing effort for the bowling balls. If you give that away easily then it won’t be training for me, if you are too easily read I won’t get a thing out of this. Okay?” She looked around at everyone in front of her as she began to think about how this might play out. She had to go in not making a strategy other than ones revolving around catching the objects sight in the air. The bowling balls thankfully would be rather easy it was the oranges and baseballs she was actually worried about, discerning which was which at the right time and being able to act on it quickly with others in the air. That was the real challenge that she was facing with this string of training. She grabbed Buster from it’s housing mechanism on her back and made her way into the middle of the gym floor as they brought over a bucket to different areas of the gym and readied themselves. She shut her eye and let out a deep sigh as she counted in her head how many seconds were passing. A one minute timer till a buzzer had gone up on the scoreboard game clock and she would hear that and know the balls would be flying.
A loud horn sounded and her eye opened as she brought Buster swinging around, batting a baseball, with the flat end, flicking her wrist and swinging it down in a hard stop to block an orange, her body side stepping and stepping in to come full circle out of a bowling ball’s way. She flicked her wrist twice to spin Buster around knocking a series of three baseballs away from her before bringing up her shin to block an orange that had nearly hit her pelvic area, and stomping down on another baseball. She felt something hit the back of her head and whistled sharply for everyone to stop. She turned and looked at the baseball on the ground, checking the back of her head with her fingers and glad to feel that her head was dry and no blood could be found. She looked up, “Which one of you threw this one?” She asked as she snapped Buster back into it’s sheath, picking the ball up as she looked around. Everyone was rather quiet as she tried to figure out the trajectory.
“None of you are going to fess up?” She asked again, this time a little more stern, “Come on if you did this is a good thing. Fess up!” Again, nobody did so she shrugged. “Whatever, let’s start up again.”
This time as she got ready she brought buster out and knelt down, attempting to practice some of her low movement attacks, a series made to keep people from grappling or tackling her while also being able to be employed shortly after recovering from being grounded. She was on one knee as she shut her eye, and as she waited for the horn to sound, the second it did and her eye opened, the lights went out in the gym. “SHIT!” She began to swing, bringing Buster around her body and deflecting baseballs and oranges alike, clearly not something she had meant to do given the instructions to only block oranges and to only deflect baseballs. Still she could feel the ground trembling as bowling balls were hurled her way, not thrown but rather bowled at her.
Switching from knee to knee, foot raising each time as she slowly went in a wide arc circle she worked around the balls that were being rolled in her direction and caught a few baseballs to her face. She didn’t quite understand what was going on here but she knew that she had to give this her all. After muttering the word release, her other eye shot open as she began to see a little more into the dark. One of the things she noticed was that there were bodies on the floor. This wasn’t her exercise going wrong, this was an attack going right. With both eyes open she was able to better perceive the objects that were aimed at her and she began being able to discern the oranges and baseballs once again, committing to hitting the baseballs at the people throwing stuff at her. The first two who were hit when she swung full force with Buster collapsed to the ground grasping at their chests and groaning. She grinned but when she hit an orange on accident the juice stung her for some reason, stung her far worse than it should have.
“Is that… acid?” She asked herself as she heard some small amount of sizzling. There had been a painful consequence added to this game without her permission and she began focusing harder. Dodging most things for a short while but still trying to suss out the baseballs to retaliate. She attempted to make her way toward one of the buckets but whenever she got within 7 feet of one she was focused quickly with a ton of oranges. Someone was playing games with her and she didn’t appreciate it, not one bit. After blocking a number of oranges it seemed that buster was starting to lose it’s integrity. As she moved it she noticed that the weight had shifted differently and it groaned when she swung, deciding it was time to abandon the heavy object she did so willingly as she focused her efforts elsewhere. “Why are you doing this?”
”This would be easier… with two hands, wouldn’t it?” A voice out in the dark spoke as if trying to taunt her into somehow growing a second arm. She knew that it wasn’t going to happen, but was seriously disturbed that this person seemed to know something about that situation. She had been alone, she knew she had, there was no way this guy had that sort of knowledge or understanding of what it was she was capable of and still here she was at the mercy of this assault and totally understanding that yes, it would be worlds easier if she had two hands.
“Not gonna happen!” She dove forward in a roll and as oranges came in her hand shot out and grabbed the person by the neck and pulled him over in front of many of the oranges. As they collided they burst open and the guy began to scream. Sarah grunted as well but the truth was that she had been able to deal with the pain, her body withstanding the destructive force of the acid that was contained in the fruit. She tossed him down and reached into the trash can next to him, pulling out a bowling ball and tossing it toward a nearby bucket. The person manning it dove out of the way but not before the bowling ball bounced and hit someone else in the calve so hard that Sarah heard a bone break from 35 feet away, a sickening crunch that had definitely given her some squicked out feelings. “Stand down!”
She jumped over a few bowling balls and grabbed a baseball off the ground, tossing it hard into the face of a nearby volunteer, or a replacement volunteer she should say. ”You can take them, but at what cost?”
Sarah didn’t pay attention to the words and merely kept going. It was like she was in a blind rage as she began to attack them more ferociously than before. Before long she could feel the floor boards under her feet groaning and she could feel her heart beating as if it was going to somehow pound right through her chest and onto the floor in front of her. She felt the mark on her arm shoot pain through her body as she let out a roar of pain and felt the intense force collapsing into her shoulder. “NO!” She yelled as the pain grew stronger and she collapsed to the floor.
A figure walked out, hands in his pockets as Sarah stared up at the guy, he was nothing more than a dark figure no matter how hard her eyes tried to adjust to the situation. She wasn’t going to see him, but as she collapsed face forward she could feel herself getting stronger, feel herself getting tougher, could feel herself becoming the Covenant. The training had definitely caused her to be more aware of her surroundings, but she lost control. The dark figures began to flee as she fought to delay the stone arm from activating. She bit her own lip to try and drag her mind to consciousness with pain.
Sarah made her way up the staircase to the gymnasium. She knew what she had done, and she knew how far she would be going with her training this time. She wanted to only use one of her eyes but she would be using her right eye's vision, her hearing, and all of her sense of touch and vibration to suss out where the attacks were coming from. Inside the gymnasium were plenty of students who had volunteered to help her with her training, each one of them equipped with a large bucket of objects to be thrown however they wish. She had a simple instruction of what she had to follow, of what she had to do with her technique and with her blocking/dodging/striking. She knew that if she saw a bowling ball the objective that she had was to dodge it. The idea being that she was training to understand that she had to dodge attacks that had a bit of weight or looked menacing. These attacks depending on their trajectory and her opponent might not be able to be redirected easily and so in place of blocking or redirecting them she would simply have to make her way out of them. The next kind was the baseball. Baseball's implied an attack of some sort that could be returned, bounced even. These attacks she would use breaker, her feet, or the palm of her hand to redirect if she could, attempting to use them to redirect damage on her opponents. The last was an orange. Oranges she simply needed to block or dodge, preferably block. These attacks wouldn't carry the strength to necessitate spending energy to try and completely dodge but also didn't have enough sturdiness to redirect the flow without ending the attack altogether. So she would block these with minimal movements and take the hits in defended or non-vital areas.
As she made her way in she sat down with the group to explain her thinking with this and apologize ahead of time. She saw that among the 12 people there were a few who saw fit to be wearing protective equipment from the baseball team, the catchers as she liked to think of them. There were three of these ones, and they had the right idea. They came to play the game and understood that if Sarah made a mistake with the bowling ball and attacked it, it could very well be them under fire from a fairly large ball if the thing survived the hit. As they all waited for her to explain she was busy tightening her shoelaces and adjusting her sports bra and shorts. She was finishing putting her hair into a ponytail with one hand, a very skillful thing if ever there was one, when she began to speak to them. “Alright so I’m sure you understand by now that you could get seriously injured during this. That’s why I picked you lot from the wrestling team. You guys have been doing awful, terrible, and so I didn’t want to accidentally injure any sports players who were actually playing a winning or near winning season. Since none of you seemed to offended by that I take it you’ve all pretty much given up for the rest of the season?”
A chorus of nods shortly followed as she looked around and got the general consensus from everyone. “Alright then, so here’s the deal. I don’t want you to have a pattern to what you throw, I don’t want to know what you throw. You need to do it quietly and without grunting or showing effort for the bowling balls. If you give that away easily then it won’t be training for me, if you are too easily read I won’t get a thing out of this. Okay?” She looked around at everyone in front of her as she began to think about how this might play out. She had to go in not making a strategy other than ones revolving around catching the objects sight in the air. The bowling balls thankfully would be rather easy it was the oranges and baseballs she was actually worried about, discerning which was which at the right time and being able to act on it quickly with others in the air. That was the real challenge that she was facing with this string of training. She grabbed Buster from it’s housing mechanism on her back and made her way into the middle of the gym floor as they brought over a bucket to different areas of the gym and readied themselves. She shut her eye and let out a deep sigh as she counted in her head how many seconds were passing. A one minute timer till a buzzer had gone up on the scoreboard game clock and she would hear that and know the balls would be flying.
A loud horn sounded and her eye opened as she brought Buster swinging around, batting a baseball, with the flat end, flicking her wrist and swinging it down in a hard stop to block an orange, her body side stepping and stepping in to come full circle out of a bowling ball’s way. She flicked her wrist twice to spin Buster around knocking a series of three baseballs away from her before bringing up her shin to block an orange that had nearly hit her pelvic area, and stomping down on another baseball. She felt something hit the back of her head and whistled sharply for everyone to stop. She turned and looked at the baseball on the ground, checking the back of her head with her fingers and glad to feel that her head was dry and no blood could be found. She looked up, “Which one of you threw this one?” She asked as she snapped Buster back into it’s sheath, picking the ball up as she looked around. Everyone was rather quiet as she tried to figure out the trajectory.
“None of you are going to fess up?” She asked again, this time a little more stern, “Come on if you did this is a good thing. Fess up!” Again, nobody did so she shrugged. “Whatever, let’s start up again.”
This time as she got ready she brought buster out and knelt down, attempting to practice some of her low movement attacks, a series made to keep people from grappling or tackling her while also being able to be employed shortly after recovering from being grounded. She was on one knee as she shut her eye, and as she waited for the horn to sound, the second it did and her eye opened, the lights went out in the gym. “SHIT!” She began to swing, bringing Buster around her body and deflecting baseballs and oranges alike, clearly not something she had meant to do given the instructions to only block oranges and to only deflect baseballs. Still she could feel the ground trembling as bowling balls were hurled her way, not thrown but rather bowled at her.
Switching from knee to knee, foot raising each time as she slowly went in a wide arc circle she worked around the balls that were being rolled in her direction and caught a few baseballs to her face. She didn’t quite understand what was going on here but she knew that she had to give this her all. After muttering the word release, her other eye shot open as she began to see a little more into the dark. One of the things she noticed was that there were bodies on the floor. This wasn’t her exercise going wrong, this was an attack going right. With both eyes open she was able to better perceive the objects that were aimed at her and she began being able to discern the oranges and baseballs once again, committing to hitting the baseballs at the people throwing stuff at her. The first two who were hit when she swung full force with Buster collapsed to the ground grasping at their chests and groaning. She grinned but when she hit an orange on accident the juice stung her for some reason, stung her far worse than it should have.
“Is that… acid?” She asked herself as she heard some small amount of sizzling. There had been a painful consequence added to this game without her permission and she began focusing harder. Dodging most things for a short while but still trying to suss out the baseballs to retaliate. She attempted to make her way toward one of the buckets but whenever she got within 7 feet of one she was focused quickly with a ton of oranges. Someone was playing games with her and she didn’t appreciate it, not one bit. After blocking a number of oranges it seemed that buster was starting to lose it’s integrity. As she moved it she noticed that the weight had shifted differently and it groaned when she swung, deciding it was time to abandon the heavy object she did so willingly as she focused her efforts elsewhere. “Why are you doing this?”
”This would be easier… with two hands, wouldn’t it?” A voice out in the dark spoke as if trying to taunt her into somehow growing a second arm. She knew that it wasn’t going to happen, but was seriously disturbed that this person seemed to know something about that situation. She had been alone, she knew she had, there was no way this guy had that sort of knowledge or understanding of what it was she was capable of and still here she was at the mercy of this assault and totally understanding that yes, it would be worlds easier if she had two hands.
“Not gonna happen!” She dove forward in a roll and as oranges came in her hand shot out and grabbed the person by the neck and pulled him over in front of many of the oranges. As they collided they burst open and the guy began to scream. Sarah grunted as well but the truth was that she had been able to deal with the pain, her body withstanding the destructive force of the acid that was contained in the fruit. She tossed him down and reached into the trash can next to him, pulling out a bowling ball and tossing it toward a nearby bucket. The person manning it dove out of the way but not before the bowling ball bounced and hit someone else in the calve so hard that Sarah heard a bone break from 35 feet away, a sickening crunch that had definitely given her some squicked out feelings. “Stand down!”
She jumped over a few bowling balls and grabbed a baseball off the ground, tossing it hard into the face of a nearby volunteer, or a replacement volunteer she should say. ”You can take them, but at what cost?”
Sarah didn’t pay attention to the words and merely kept going. It was like she was in a blind rage as she began to attack them more ferociously than before. Before long she could feel the floor boards under her feet groaning and she could feel her heart beating as if it was going to somehow pound right through her chest and onto the floor in front of her. She felt the mark on her arm shoot pain through her body as she let out a roar of pain and felt the intense force collapsing into her shoulder. “NO!” She yelled as the pain grew stronger and she collapsed to the floor.
A figure walked out, hands in his pockets as Sarah stared up at the guy, he was nothing more than a dark figure no matter how hard her eyes tried to adjust to the situation. She wasn’t going to see him, but as she collapsed face forward she could feel herself getting stronger, feel herself getting tougher, could feel herself becoming the Covenant. The training had definitely caused her to be more aware of her surroundings, but she lost control. The dark figures began to flee as she fought to delay the stone arm from activating. She bit her own lip to try and drag her mind to consciousness with pain.
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