Post by Martin Blackmore on Sept 13, 2017 17:37:14 GMT -5
It was a typically drizzly day in England, the weather hadn't been great for a while now; approximately three thousand years if you were to forget every good day of weather like a good brit does. It was just past lunch and Martin had been working on his bike that morning so he was just getting into training mode. He had heard from Erek and the other Blackmores that there was a woman in the area who was basically hell in very short demin shorts; a very exciting prospect to Martin to say the least.
He was sporting a pair of faded blue jeans and a plain white shirt, he didn't wear his good stuff to training because it would be fucked up faster than the Queen of England in a rap battle. He learned that the hard way on his first day training with Erek, it wasn't his favourite clothes that got ruined but it was some of his better stuff that got wrecked. He'd heard he finally had a training session arranged with this Natalie person, which was bound to be very intense and probably amusing.
Martin made his way down to the training room quite casually, he was half an hour early so he could warm up. He stopped ten minutes before the meet up time so he could stand next to the entrance, waiting for Nat to arrive so he could sneak a peak at her rear and so he looked casual. Once he heard the lift coming down and the doors began to open he'd smile mischievously as he spoke in his smooth British accent "So you're the hell in boots I've been hearing about huh. The name's Martin, look forwards to training with you" he extended a firm handshake simply to be polite, he figured it would be a test of character too. Post words:307 Total words:307
Post by Natalie Forge on Sept 18, 2017 9:15:42 GMT -5
Natalie was up in the observation deck looking down onto the training room when Martin walked in, and while she was still very inexperienced with it, she kept her spiritual pressure at a minimum, wanting to observe him for a bit while looking over the file of information that Erek had provided for her to go through. For the most part, she was relatively pleased because he was showing a lot of talent, intelligence and drive… but his attitude and inexperience were going to be an issue she could tell. Natalie could go full Drill Officer like she did with the guards she trained, break him down to his core and then build him back up, but Martin was a ‘special project’ that Erek had given her. She would need to go for a different set of tactics.
He was dressed decently enough for training, not that it would matter for too long because one way or another it was going to wind up in tatters. She could probably have focused on experience today, just drilled him non-stop and fought him over and over again so he got a taste of what a real fight was like… but he would gain that either way. Experience in real life scenarios would wait for next time… for today, she would focus on his attitude, getting his mind right so when shit hit the fan, he could deal with it. His positioning and mischievous grin as he placed himself at the door made her roll her eyes as she set down the file and made her way towards the entrance.
It was like a switch had been flipped, and she unfurled her spiritual pressure, not quite flexing it, but making herself known before she ever reached the door. The pressure smells distinctly like carbon and sulfur and had a certain heat to it, like a fleshly fired gun pressing against the skin. Stepping through the door, she was in her typical attire; maroon hair tied up in a mid-height ponytail, a black crop top that showed off her toned stomach and arms and generous chest, fingerless gloves with dog tags on each of the wrists on a beaded chain, entirely too short denim cut off shorts and green steel toed jungle boots. The comment he gave made her smile with a predatory look that was more like baring her teeth and looking towards fresh meat. “Hell in Boots… not bad. But I think someone lied to you…” she commented, reaching out and taking his hand, refusing to let it go, “I’m not here to train with you… I’m here to make you a fuckin’ soldier. And there is only one way to do that, Rookie.” Her grin seemed to widen, and with surprising strength, she pulled on the hand she had in her grasp to bring him close to her face so he could see the amber of her eyes. “I’m gonna make you wish you were still dealing with Joe.”
Without another moment’s hesitation, she pushed him towards the inside of the room, releasing him, and summoned both her spiritual pistols. (P) 519 (T) 519
Post by Martin Blackmore on Sept 22, 2017 4:01:41 GMT -5
That was an interesting spirit pressure to say the least, though from what he had heard it suited her perfectly. It was nice to know the rumours probably weren't over hyped. Hell in boots seemed like a perfect description indeed, and he liked what he was seeing and hearing. Feeling too apparently, he didn't try to break free from Nat's grip but he suspected that if he did there was no way he would have been able to escape, this girl had a very tight grip on her.
Martin resisted the urge to sigh as Nat pointed out that she was going to make him into a soldier, he guessed that meant she'd be a bit of a brute with her methods as opposed to any formal training regime. Well there was nothing wrong with that, and he did like his crazy bitches. He grinned straight back at Nat, not at all intimidated by the air she had about her or her mannerisms. He assumed she called Erek by the name Joe for some reason.
He regained his footing quickly enough after he was pushed and saw pistols forming, how very fitting. Martin didn't waste any time summoning a wall of forty cards in front of him. At the same time he formed a ring of cards around the pair, spanning ten meters in diameter. Nat seemed like the very offensive kind of fighter, so going head on might not be the best idea if his instincts were right and she had superior fire power. He had to play this smart so merely laid the ground works for his attacks and goaded Nat a little "Ladies first" it was utter bullshit and that sentiment could go fuck itself, but he was pretty sure Nat would have a similar opinion on the matter. Post words:300 Total words:607
Post by Natalie Forge on Sept 26, 2017 6:07:10 GMT -5
He wasn’t dumb enough to try to break out of her grip in some form of bravado, but he wasn’t exactly intimidated either… some interesting middle ground that made her vicious smile only widen. While she definitely was a little more ‘brute force’ on the outside, showing herself as a demonic Drill Officer that could have trained the pants off anyone she laid eyes on, the truth of it was that she was deeply intelligent, and if she was going to be training someone, she had to assess their abilities. And what better way to assess someone’s ability than to fight them outright? I mean, even if for some reason Martin wound up being stronger than her, she was certain she wouldn’t be able to see that unless she fought him. And even then, her years of combat experience would be able to find insight into his tactics and strengths so that she could find a way to improve him; it was never about which of them was stronger, it was about making the standing forces of the Blackmores into something that was feared by all.
He recovered decently, and she watched with interest as he made a makeshift wall, then a ring out of what looked like playing cards as her own pistols finished forming. Each had a bit of his spiritual pressure in the cards and it was an interesting tactic as it was able to provide both offense and defense from the looks of it, but how did they compare in power to her bullets? He goaded her, trying to get her to make the first move, but that wasn’t the problem. “Then why didn’t you already start shooting, Rook?” she mused at him, calling him a woman while performing a dexterous backflip to get out of the circle of cards without touching them and firing a pair of shots directly at him, not using her tracking ability just yet. For now, she would play it by ear, see how things went, and adjust to what his skill and power was; she didn’t want to go all out right away and wind up hurting him after all. (P) 360 (T) 879
Post by Martin Blackmore on Sept 28, 2017 3:08:44 GMT -5
Martin smirked as Nat retorted, this girl certainly had all the balls it seemed. No nonsense too given she ended up attacking anyway. Martin was light on his feet, resting on the balls rather than a flat foot to save him an extra few milliseconds. He hopped backwards a little to avoid the two shots whilst changing the formation of the cards which previously created a ring around Nat. They created ten smaller rings made up of about eight cards each which started to rotate at high speed before being fired at Nat; each one was aiming for joints to try and hinder her mobility. Plus he was going to try and build an expectation for certain targets before completely changing that to try and catch her off guard.
Whilst his main assault was going on, he was further refining more plans. The forty cards that were before him doubled subtly, a second card forming a milometer in front of the first and perfectly lined up to be near impossible for most people to notice anything had changed. Another forty also formed behind the main wall, but unlike the others which were vertical, these were horizontal and ready to fire when the guarding cards were destroyed. He too was taking it relatively slowly, he wanted to learn Nat's habits and general style to try and exploit an opening. He was very much certain that she was stronger, the feel he got from those shots confirmed that to him and it was why he doubled his defences. Technically there was no winner or loser in sparring, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to kick somebody's ass when they were going to be attempting to do the same to him. Besides, this would be really rather fun given Nat was hot. Post words:300 Total words:907
Post by Natalie Forge on Oct 4, 2017 7:03:12 GMT -5
With great dexterity, Natalie evaded the first set of cards with minimal effort, but decided that enough was enough and shot down the next set with precision and timing that showed just how much her skill with her pistols could truly commit… but he seemed to be getting serious and was planning something. That was definitely a sign of promise; someone who was willing to use their head in battle meant that he would become a good asset and someone reliable with the right training and preparation. He also seemed to be able to discern having a bit of fun from when it was time to get serious, because gone were the quips and mockery she had seen from him before. He was quiet, and knew that this was nothing more than business… maybe it was also because of Natalie’s nature, something his instincts were probably feeding from her spiritual pressure.
If he didn’t take this seriously, she would kill him.
At least, that was the energy she always gave off when in the middle of a fight, the demonic smile on her lips permanently as she ducked and weaved through the cards, shooting others down and for the moment staying defensive. The trick with his cards wouldn’t have been picked up by anyone with normal vision, but her eyes saw the doubling easily enough, well within her fifty meter range and the Daemondis decided that it was time to pull out a little more of her power as well. The last of his initial barrage came at her and instead of dodging it completely, she flipped her pistol and brought it down like a hammer, shattering the card completely. Smiling viciously, she locked her golden eyes upon the target, allowing herself to finally lock onto his spiritual pressure.
“Hey Rookie… let’s see what you can really do!!” she mused, twirling the pistol in around her finger for a moment before grabbing it and extending her pistols in either direction, completely sideways. Firing both at once, the energy rounds had more force and were fueled by her intent to hunt down and eliminate her prey at any cost, and that caused them to curve away from the wall at the last second like a pair of heat seeking missiles, each bent on hitting Martin with full force. If he dodged, they would just come at him again and again until they were either stopped or hit their target. (P) 408 (T) 1287
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