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testrun_box2012-02-27 06:35 am
forged_miracle) wrote in testrun_box2012-02-27 06:35 am
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Ruka could be found in the steaming crucible of the training grounds. His elaborate uniform (a holdover from the school he'd just come from) was stuck to his chest with sweat and he was grinning wide and cocky.
He knew the para-magic he'd been learning would no doubt prove useful, and he would get to practicing it soon enough. But he liked warming up with physical combat first. Nothing quite compared to the cut, the thrust, the staccato back and forth rythm of steel on steel (or in this case steel on ambulatory plantlike creatures that swayed and attempted to wrap him up). It was in these moments of fierce passionate concentration that he believed, contrary to his recent history, that he was alive. His blood raced as he immersed himself, seeking the high only outwitting an opponent could give.
Then something huge punched him in the chest and his vision went alternately red and white, synched with his now spastic heartbeat.
I pushed myself too far...a rookie's mistake. He thought, full of shame as he hit his knees, hand that formerly held a sword grasping at his heart.
He knew the para-magic he'd been learning would no doubt prove useful, and he would get to practicing it soon enough. But he liked warming up with physical combat first. Nothing quite compared to the cut, the thrust, the staccato back and forth rythm of steel on steel (or in this case steel on ambulatory plantlike creatures that swayed and attempted to wrap him up). It was in these moments of fierce passionate concentration that he believed, contrary to his recent history, that he was alive. His blood raced as he immersed himself, seeking the high only outwitting an opponent could give.
Then something huge punched him in the chest and his vision went alternately red and white, synched with his now spastic heartbeat.
I pushed myself too far...a rookie's mistake. He thought, full of shame as he hit his knees, hand that formerly held a sword grasping at his heart.
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"I can sense energy. I always keep my senses open in here, just in case." It's useful for letting him know if things are trying to sneak up on him, too, if somehow he doesn't hear them coming--he never gets ambushed. "I felt yours change."
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Akio's sex level was off the scale, after all. "So a person's...aura?...looks different to you depending on the condition their body is in."no subject
"It also makes me rather hard to sneak up on. Speaking of which, we should probably detour, unless you feel up to dealing with some monsters."
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Hard to sneak up on...I'll have to adjust to that military mindset. I'll be going out into battle soon, not just a dueling game.
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"It depends. And no. It was something I had to learn."
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He's never been much of a teacher, but he doesn't see any reason to say no.
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Trunks ducks away slightly, helping the disentanglement process. "Thanks for the offer."
He's not going to say he already knows how to fight with a sword. He might be in the classes for it, but hey--he had to pick a specialty somewhere, and he's pretty sure choosing martial arts would end up with him punching someone through a wall accidentally.
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"Until then, ciao." And he ducks into the nurse's office, there to be scolded by the doctor on duty.