Blood, Sweat, and Training [Fallon]

[Amon Torque]

The first time she corrected her stance and came in contact with Amon, he recoiled, flinging himself away from her. Even after he had gotten used to the unusual contact corrections, it still felt strange. Being touched by another person happened very little in the recent times, besides reaching into a nearby pocket toward the glint of coins in the sun of course.

His body morphed toward the direction she pushed as fluidly as possible, only her comment on his smirk catching his attention only momentarily, as he was focusing on remembering the stances she moved his body into. He imagined how he would strike from this position, and found it seemingly easier than his previous stance. The close proximity to the woman was rather strange, considering he had no knowledge of anything past her use of a blade, not even a name was evident, or maybe he had missed it, which was also a likely culprit. It made him slightly uncomfortable, although he was trying to hide it, but realized she was thinking, and he doubted she was watching his facial expressions.

He heard her harsh tone rise up again, instructing him to flow like water, and be less rigid then he was currently. Amon was slightly appalled at that, seeing as he thought he was moving perfectly, even though everything was far from it. But he kept a clear mind, just trying to follow instructions to the best his body and mind would allow.
She moved his fingers around, fixing the loose grip and moving his fingers. Amon adapted the new grip, and the slightly unnatural stance, to his body, relaxing just a bit.

She told him the uses, which were similar tow hat he thought, and was happy to hear it was also a utility blade, one of the main reasons he had bought the blade. He brought the blade to right above his shoulder, a swiped outwards and down, not in a perfect line, but a slightly curved path toward the ground. His form moved with the blade, adapting the earlier water statement with a decent amount of understanding. He put a lot of force into the swipe, carrying the blade down quickly, and bringing his arm and form to different positions, when the swipe was finished, he nearly lost his balance, before regaining a bit of solidity.

He moved his body back to the way she had had him, except his chin and head were turned toward her, waiting approval or a snide comment on how bad it was. He could not figure her out, and kept asking himself, what is her game... Amon did not understand her motives, but was sure he would find out soon. "How was that?"

[Fallon]

There was a tired yawn, the flinch away noticeable as she simply watched. She was wasting time here, she reminded herself as he tried to weigh up and change to what had been presented before him. Consideration, understanding, the slight flickers going through his face as he tried to work out why things were being said and why he was in such a position - advantages and disadvantages. That or he was confused by the sudden close in of space, but how else was she to mould him into something better than simply standing there holding the blade? Verbal instruction only went so far after all, and so a more hands on approach had to be adopted - it was only logical.

Cheeks gave a puff, a glance back down the alleyway and her surroundings as he began his mental musings before swinging. Was it safe to stay around here, her ears twitched and could hear the faint hum of distant movement, the cries of the rising mob somewhere away. It made her wonder on how much time she had left before she had to scatter. She had faced the rioting before, she was not about to let herself face it again - more so with a stranger who would probably just use her. Redemption or not, she wanted to live even in her bitter state of mind. He wobbled when he swiped - but who would not when just learning the core basics of a blade?

"Good job," she pinched the bridge of her nose, "Now you have less of a chance on hacking your fingers off." Her tone was dry, the brow raised as she looked at his returned stance. Let the body memorise it, have the muscles remember this is the way to be with such a blade. Regardless, she gave a small nod and turned her gaze forward, "Next is the thrust. A thrust is a straight line attack, though some beginners find the urge to let the blow curve to the blow. Don't let it. Use your elbow, bend with it towards the directed target. If you let it arc, the opponent will step out the way and out of harm before then." She blinked, her fingers tapping upon her own kukri hilt. She waited for a flicker to see if he understood what she said before continuing.

"The final move is the slash," A flicker to his gaze then away, "A quick movement, good to serve as a deterrent to a foe. It's another movement on speed, but it can broadcast to an attacker what you're doing if not careful." Nostrils flared, the verbal conclusions being reached of the impromptu lesson. Everything needed theory in which to work off of, "Stabbing is a penetration attack, and can cause lethal damage and has better range. Hacking is a cleaving move, to take off things and run deep, though it risks the chance of getting suck within the target. Slashing, whilst not as deep is good at making muscle damage - enough so it can reduce the chance for an opponent to fight back... or manipulate them into such a way that you can follow through attacks." Fingers gave a click, shoulders rolling as she turned her gaze once more to him, "Any questions? And you think you could do those?"

[Amon Torque]

Amon held the postition, keeping tense but fluid as she spoke, his body speaking answers to her questions with nods and expressions. He took her words to heart, glancing past her head when he lost interest, but managing to keep the words in his head, forcing his head to inscribe them somewhere in his memory.

He looked at her with a bit of a cocked head, face turned ever so slightly at her slightly sped up tone, in a hurry are we? Amon decided not to ask about it, simply assuming she knew something he didn't and thinking of how to speed the exchange for her sake. "You need to know where to find me to retrieve your payment, if you still want the current deal. Near the Seaside Market is a shop, Calvin's Solutions. Ask for Amon, and the owner will give you a time I will be in the shop. Got it?" His words were rushed to a near slur, hoping she got the quick message.

His light brown eyes skimmed across the alleyway in front of him, clearly anxious to be heading out, although to her he would not elaborate why. She had assisted him, and for that he was greatful, but Sunberth had taught him never to prolong a pointless talk for it was always better to part, sometimes even among friends. His cheeks mirrored her small puff, doing so subconsciously as he turned slowly, looking back towards the route he had originally planned to take before the thief decided to screw with his day.

His head cocked again as the ears perked up, listening to a quiet roar echoing down the city streets. Riot. Sometimes the random riots and murders of Sunberth confused him, but as of lately they had become a regular part of his life, a dangerous part, but still there. He doubted his old ignorance would ever surface from the depths he had pushed it to, the ignorance that believed in the good in people. The ignorance that was his personality. No point in 'being yourself' if it results in a dagger hilt is driven into your heart. A good philosophy that Amon came up with after having his bag of coins stolen when he had offered hospitality to a stranger. What a fool I was... he thought sadly, shaking his head before turning back to his mentor. "A riot is starting. I need to head back to my home, remember the directions for payment?" he asked calmly, his mind finally adapting to the harsh methods of teaching and formulating the tone that they should be replied to with.

[Fallon]

XX-Season-51X

Fallon gave a peer, eyes flickering as she watched him - though her attention was truly now becoming split between what was going on around her and her impromptu student. Her gaze fixed upon him, a blink as he listened to the words given to her, and the changing expression. It was almost as if the skins of both seemed to prickle, the known anticipation that something was coming to them, faster, quicker and growing in size. She sucked in the air, and stilled her features - allowing herself to take the moment to simply listen to his words. There was only a slow nod to what was said. She had a name now, or at least a known one giving her the advantage in this situation - with that and the knowledge of magic there was always the chance to manipulate and use if she wished. Putty in her hands.

Only a slight curl, she did not miss that glance away of the eyes, the flicker of worry to what was going on around him. She would let him go, he had earned his part from her this day and no doubt would scuttle off to whatever hole he came from. No need to stop him, more so in the waking sound of a riot. it was still far off, but it served as enough of a warning to the wary to go and find somewhere to go and hide. Hole up against the impending storm of blood and madness that made up the mob.

Eyes flickered again, the outline of the world catching her attention once more. Yes, there was definitely alarm it did not get past her. And so she simply raised her hand and shooed him away with a wave. He would only get in her way, and she did not have time to carve herself a path out and forward with another in tow. Nostrils gave only a flare, fingers lowering to grip upon her blade once more, ready to draw should something appear. Her head only inclined to one side, a step away and out of the narrow alleyway. She gave only a glance back to him.

"I know it. And I will come when it is time." Fallon gave another step, paused for a moment in the mouth. The cloak was pulled around her, the hood being raised once more to mask her features, "I will not give one, for I do not know when it will be." With a mighty stride she continued on her way, a brief glance in the direction of the sounds for a moment before she continued, "Keep your blade close and run hard, mage. They will be upon you soon." And with that, and a final pivot upon her heel, she was gone down the street and into one of the other, narrow alleyways for safety.

[Amon Torque]

His feet slammed with purpose, hearing cries of outrage and rebellion behind him. No time to look back, only to run to the only place he could think of with any safety. The dry air smashed against his eyes, grinding bits of dirt and dust into them, causing them to water profusely. His vision blurred slightly, the buildings becoming little more than dully colored shapes, nothing more than obstacles to be avoided by his erratic swerves across the road as he rubbed his eyes to try to clear them.

Removing the grit in his eyes proved futile, leaving the vision useless to find the landmarks that he used to navigate around Sunberth. His only tactic available was instict, taking turns his feet thought they remembered. Focusing was near impossible, as was remembering the path home, so he left it to muscle memory and hoping he could last the rest of the day without being sewered by some insane rebellious swordsman. When a riot grew to a large enough scale people killed everything, blood lust taking over rational thought, smothering any bit of humanity and sympathy they had previously harbored in the twisted minds if the rioters.

His vision slowly cleared, revealing he was one street over from his destination, home. With burning lungs he charged through an alleyway, knocking over a man standing in his way, half apologizing and half muttering as he continued to charge, heading toward his house's door and ramming the key into his lock, turning it as he yanked the door open. He gasped for air, running into his house and slamming the door behind him, shaking the foundation by doing so. He turned the lock and slid his bed in front of the door, sighing and regaining his breath. He leaned against the wall, knees slowly bending as he slid down.

[Avarice]

Greetings! Salutations! Hello! *insert all other greetings in ze world*

I am Avarice, your lovely AS of Sunberth; and I am here to inform you that there is something wonderful coming your way...A Grade! Yes. You've finished a thread and it was wonderful so below you'll find your hard-earned XP and Lores. Any questions? PM me! (Don't be shy, I don't bite...I promise!) Also, please be sure to edit your post in the request thread to reflect your having received a grade!

 

Amon

XP

• Observation +5
• Medicine +1
• Rhetoric +3
• Begging +1
• Persuasion +2
• Running +1
• Navigation +1
• Shielding +1
• Weapon: Kukri +2
• Acrobatics +1

LORES

• Kukri are Best Used for Chopping and Slashing
• Kukri: A Utility Weapon
• The Difference Between a Slash and a Thrust
• Dhani: Emotionless Monsters
• Help from an Unknown Ally
• The Proper Way to Hold a Kukri
• The Contents of a Proper Sales Pitch
• Shields and Medicine are All I've Got
• Bitzer: Not the Mage-Gutting Type
• Kukri: A Basic, Fluid Stance

MISCELLANEOUS

• N/A

 

Fallon

XP

• Intimidation +3
• Detection +1
• Brawling +1
• Teaching +4
• Navigation +1

LORES

• Hunger Brings Out the Animal in Me
• The Scars Stand for Justice
• Always Kep the Enemy in Your Sights
• Amon: A Scraggly & Disheveled Man
• Sunberth Smells Like Arse
• Amon: An Herbalist of Some Sort
• Amon: A Foolish Mage
• The Potential Applications of Shielding
• At First You Had My Curiosity...Now You Have My Attention
• Teaching: Verbal Instruction Only Goes So Far
• Location: Calvin's Solutions

MISCELLANEOUS

• N/A

Yours Truly,
- Avarice <3