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The Institute of Combat.
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Institute of Combat.Mira already looked at her schedule beforehand and went to her 'Magic Training' class.
The white haired female gave a careless shrug, as she continued walking. "I'm fine with whatever method to fight, as long as it's not too much of a hassle. Anything that requires effort can be considered too much of a hassle."
'How'd you end up here?'
That was quite the change of topic, but Aclyma didn't flinch. However, didn't he ask this before? Did he realize something strange about her story?
"You asked this before, didn't you?" A smile appeared across her lips... almost too easily. It was a smile that was practiced many times. "Did you forget? Mother sent me here to socialize."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
Perhaps he knows everything, but that's not possible since the data about her had been manipulated, to make her appear as a normal student whose powers just awaken.
Perhaps... a bluff? Perhaps a veteran's instinct...?
Veterans are pretty scary.
"What are you talking about?" Aclyma stopped and turned to face Forge. Bi colored eyes narrowed and her cheerful self dropped just slightly as her eyes fixed themselves onto the man's. She wants to know what he knows now.
"I hope you have evidence before speaking that way to me, John Forge."
As she opened her mouth to argue, she heard footsteps and immediately returned to her airy attidute. Aria came to view and waved over to them and Aclyma returned it with her usual smile. "She's in a rush."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
She paused a bit and allowed the words to settle down in the man's ears.
However, not long after she continued, "But yes, I lied."
"I make it brief, just as you did." She stepped in closer and muttered. "I worked for my father. Mission failed. My powers broke."
She leaned back out, hands outstretched. "Ta-da."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
She was glad that the man was wise enough to not ask any more that he already had and opted to proceed with today's activities. Not that it was all that much with music being their only module for the day.
She watched him pick up a sword, tested it for it's sharpness. 'Let's not waste time, we have music soon'
"Well," she shrugged. "Ok."
The distance between him and herself were closed immediately within a few seconds when he had turned around. Aclyma decided to make her move first (by his request of course). Her first move was simple. At an arm's length away, the white hair woman sent a direct punch towards his chest. However, with her expecting a retaliation, her moves were completely controlled in terms of strength and movement, expecting to change direction at any moment.
However, if it does connect, she would only send a punch just strong enough to throw the man just slightly off balance.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
Just as expected.
The man and moved backwards and she noticed his weight shift as a leg began to raise itself for the kick.
Instead of avoiding the simple kick, the female embraced herself, gained a more stable footing and rose her arms to protect the side of her face and his shin connrcted her her arm.
Soldiers are scary.
As soon as the impact landed, the female grabbed his leg and with a swift motion, pulled him forward with the intention for him to lose balance and fall forward. If the man does, she would have released his leg and send her elbow to make contact with his neck while her free hand readied to check his sword hand if it moved.
Needless to say, her movements were once again controlled, sending gentle landing if it connected.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
In fact, she simply held it tighter and prevented him from distancing.
"All is fair in love and war, huh."
Whether he jumped and landed on his knee, or fell completely onto the floor, Aclyma would have done the same. She rose his leg over her head, ducked swiftly under and restedhis leg on her shoulder. With a hand still holding his foot, she took a step out to his side, and sent a bare foot slamming into his flank. While she was tempted to do a similar roundhouse kick to his face, Aclyma held back and opted for a chance to defend with her other limbs.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
The white haired female saw the leg coming and rose her hand to protect the side of her face. His leg promptly landed on her arm- and if her arm wasn't there, she was sure she would be facing the vice grip on her neck.
S-scary.
"Is this a small reason you don't have a girlfriend?" Teased the girl as she felt the initial change of force. While she wasn't sure just what direction it was, she wasn't intending to get caught in the flow. With some strength, the woman pushed slightly against the man's leg, created a small gap and slipped her head out from the trap before taking back both hands and allowing the man's legs to snap against each other from the force.
As the man did his roll, she took a step around him, and tip toed onto the training sword which would probably be on the floor. She was ready to move any time. "Soldiers are scary as usual, huh..."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley