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Post by ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ . on Jan 4, 2014 0:44:27 GMT
Thatcher didn't wait very long for the female to stretch her body, if she wanted to do anymore than she would just have to learn to start before coming here. That was the thing about Thatcher, he was kind of a really irritating teacher. He didn't "waste time", or really give students time to be prepared. Most people didn't really like this, and would complain that he was too tough, too hard on his students. Quick thinking, that's all he was about. Dhampirs needed to be able to react quickly and be able to change their task from protection to kill in an instant. To this guy, most people didn't understand this - only because their necks lay bare of any markings. Unlike him, who had enough to say that he was an expert at protecting and killing. Well... At least, that's what people thought. Plenty of Moroi had come and gone in his life, because of reasons he would rather keep in deep crevasse in his mind. Places where people wouldn't know or care to ask unless directly mentioned.
His body shifted and he grabbed one of the wooden stakes off of a rack. It was in a leather holster - like what most Dhampir guardians had on their waist at all times. One could never be too careful with Stragoi. The stake was just a fake though, wooden, unable to actually kill a real Stragoi. But schools weren't dumb enough to let students practice with real, silver stakes - which Thatcher liked. He had one on his person, but never touched it when directing a class - or extra lessons like in this case. "Let's see what you can do with this." He muttered, tossing it over in her direction, to where she either caught it or it would have hit her. Once again it was his teaching style to be rough and uncaring - like their enemy. It's easier to beat up someone hated than someone loved.
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Post by Robin on Jan 4, 2014 0:51:58 GMT
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Post by Robin on Jan 4, 2014 1:31:11 GMT
Sabrina soon finished with her stretching, she had done some work earlier by taking a warmup jog around campus. But that didn't mean she hadnt had some twinges of pain as she worked. It was frustrating, having to resort to recovery training. She was supposed to be great and a person to be relied on to guard and protect another, and they didn't think she was up to snuff. But Sabrina couldn't keep thinking of it like that, she had to at least attempt to be optimistic this was her chance to prove them all wrong, defy the logic. The girl was more then ready to be back on her feet . It was like taking a fish out of water, without being on duty she felt helpless,pointless, duty meant everything. This was something she wasn't sure whether to look forward to or dread this experience, yes it was something new and a learning opportunity but it was also a reminder she wasn't up to the job. It was true they were all about doing what was best for the Moroi but Sabrina knew what was best, her looking out for her best friend which meant getting out of here as soon as possible. Sabrina just waited, looking around waiting to begin. This was day 1 and every day after was going to be better, or so she was determined to decide. This meant getting back to work, work was what dhampirs were built for. Work. Skill. Protection. She was however looking forward to putting some work in maybe even getting ahead with some weaponry work and hand to hand combat, now that she had an experienced and skilled partner and teacher to make her better. Looking up Sabrina heard him start to mutter something then suddenly there was a stake flying her way instinctively the stormy eyed girl reached out at snatched it turning it to a useful position.
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Post by ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ . on Jan 4, 2014 7:03:06 GMT
Thatcher's body pounced into a ready position. His muscles were lax, yet ready for whatever came towards his body. He was now standing on the large blue mats and slowly motioned for Sabrina to make her way over to him. If she was so prepared for what was coming for her - then that was good. It surprised him that for once, someone could keep up with his teaching style. That had never happened before. Everyone would normally stumble into each and every step they needed to and barely pass. He was new here, and he had lost hope in ever getting good, ready Dhampirs. This female was different and it excited Thatcher. His green eyes twisted in curiosity as he stretched out his fingers and shook out his arms. "Alright then." He started, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "If you're so ready, then come at me. Like I was a Stragoi threatening you and a Moroi." Every word flowed out with a hint of playfulness. He hadn't been so excited to personally take someone on in so long. It was like he was going through the Dhampir classes all over again. He waited, hands in a ready position to protect the one place that killed stragoi's.
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Post by Robin on Jan 4, 2014 15:51:45 GMT
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Post by Robin on Jan 4, 2014 17:04:20 GMT
Sabrina stood poised, stake in her dominant hand as she awaited movement or command or something. Admittedly, holding a stake-even a fake one, held a certain adrenaline. It had been a while since she had been in that position and not recovering or in the infirmary losing her mind. Maybe this would be good for her. Out of the corner of her eyes, Sabrina saw him motion of her to come. With a small nod of her blonde head she approached putting them a few feet apart on either side of the blue practice mats. She felt a mixture of feelings stirring in her chest. Nerves. Excitement. The pressure. Neither of them knew exactly what the other was capable of, which added something to the atmosphere. There could be any number of things awaiting her today but she did hope it would at least be interesting. Seeing him almost smile as he spoke made Sabrina curious, what was he possibly thinking? It intrigued her oddly enough. Hearing his request she nodded taking a moment to ready herself. His request put her at the immediate disadvantage and perhaps his knowing this made his tone playful. Trying to maintain some element of surprise Sabrina made her move quickly taking a small leap she launched at him, delivering a swift kick to the back of his knee in hopes of making him fall then moving the stake to his chest, particularly his heart like you would need to kill a strigoi
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Post by ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ . on Jan 5, 2014 7:01:12 GMT
Using his arms in a smart and quick way, Thatcher protected the most important part of a Stragoi's body - that region right to the heart. His body moved and shifted so she couldn't get the best way to to that perfect spot. This was a specialty of his, if you could call it that, to pretend to be a stragoi. He had fought enough of them to know each and every way they moved. How they ticked. How they shifted their bodies around in strange ways to make it almost impossible for a Dhampir to get a good shot at it's heart. It sent back memories in waves each time he did this - to back when he killed his first stragoi. It was awkward, and took him so long with so much effort to finally push that stake into it's chest. It was surprisingly resistant. He had to shove his whole body weight onto the silver item to even get it to make it's way towards the man's heart. And then that was it, all the fighting was done and next thing he could remember was the slight stinging on the back of his neck. The celebrations. The shock. Just everything went by in a blur - just like his body was moving right now. His leg faltered and buckled under his weight. That was a good one, he had to admit that. It brought his body down a notch and made his back a bit more vulnerable. But he used this to his advantage as he swiftly grabbed her leg and pulled. Sure, she was female but that didn't mean that he was going to take it easy on her.
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Post by Robin on Jan 5, 2014 7:09:41 GMT
Replying at some point XD
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Post by Robin on Jan 5, 2014 17:33:08 GMT
Sabrina hadnt expected him to just stand there and let her win, how much of a joke would that be? But still....it was a reality check when her strike didn't land on his heart properly. Usually she could best her opponent, perhaps not quickly but she would need to take into account his experience. That factored differently. For a moment, just a split second, Sabrina locked eyes with him but he appeared to be somewhere else, there was something turning in his head. The golden haired girl was curious, more than she should've been but she wanted to know what was going on up there. Snapping back to the moment she felt him shift infront of her, redirecting her arm to a safe point away from his chest. She recalculated, trying to figure what the next best move would be. Giving up after one strike was not the way dhampirs worked. Sabrina wasnt about to go against that, so instead she twisted her arm and went to strike again, aiming from a different angle. Luckily he hadnt expected every one of her movements, her kick landed squarely and she saw him falter. A split second of relief washed over her, until she realized his hand was around her leg and she was on her back. Sabrina winced slightly as she hit the mat with a thud. Not wasting any more time Sabrina put her arms behind her and pushed up-it was an odd movement but the point wasnt to strike it was to throw herself up and put him off balance. If he was her then he was going to be forced to move with her. This wasnt just staking a strigoi anymore it was surviving against one.
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Post by ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ . on Jan 6, 2014 0:58:47 GMT
Heavy breaths rolled out of Thatcher's mouth. Exhaustion was far from setting in, but his muscles were aching for the oxygen. All this movement and dodging pushed his body to it's limits - just how this male liked it. It echoed the way you would have to push your body to survive and fight your enemies. This was reality at it's finest. He wasn't far in the process of picking his slim, but muscular, body up when Sabrina had lunged at him once again - stake ready in her feminine hand. It was a shocking sight to see someone's body come full force towards you with the intent to kill, but it lost it's luster once you've seen it a couple times - in Thatcher's case. There was no expression change, no shock. Just expectancy. Anything to kill a Stragoi. Even if it would be considered "dirty" or not part of a fair fight was thrown out the door when it came to survival. Only a person's pride made the rules of how they fought. Attacking a person while they were down - dirty but extremely smart. If he had thought quick enough, he possibly could have rolled out of the way, but he let her have her attack and readied himself for his idea. Once her body was on top of his, he quickly shifted the weight. Since she weighed so little compared to him it was his advantage. With his back now off the mat, he pinned her arms to the blue plastic and scrambled to gain control over her body. His face was only inches away from hers, and her body heat radiated off of her and made things a little achingly hot. A coupe strands of the wavy hair Thatcher normally had pushed back fell into his face, surrounding his features and casting deep shadows on the already cut cheeks of his.
[ just trying to make something more awkward happen xD ]
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Post by Robin on Jan 6, 2014 1:01:55 GMT
Replying and oh god calla XD yeah after we finish this bit we should skip a bit t when they've become sort of friends we can start to build the tension. God how do I get this fixed what do we do
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Post by ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ . on Jan 6, 2014 1:04:44 GMT
LOLOOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL Otay xDD
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Post by Robin on Jan 6, 2014 1:07:28 GMT
Okay options being that I can think of but are kinda awkward.
Her kicking him, biting him, head butting him, or kissing him
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Post by ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ . on Jan 6, 2014 1:13:21 GMT
Go with whichever you would like~ x3
Any of them sound pretty funny huehuehue
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Post by Robin on Jan 6, 2014 1:14:09 GMT
Okay XD
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ｉ'ｍ ｋｉｎｄ ｏｆ ｏｂｓｅｓｓｅｄ ｗｉｔｈ ｆｒｅｅ！ 
