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Post by Pyris | Renly Grimm on Oct 29, 2012 23:39:07 GMT -5
The tom slipped down the hall way, his echoing laughter seeming to disappear into a eerie silence as he hid within the house, waiting for his lovely princess to follow him. Ear erect, he listened to her voice talking to him as she made her way down the hall. Slowing his breathing, the jailer would wait for her to reach the corner to turn into the next room, and when she was just about to, the large feline would jump out in attempt to grab her, his curled tail twitching mischievously as he tested her reflexes.
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Shy
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Post by Shy on Oct 29, 2012 23:57:53 GMT -5
Iseret continued down the hall. She moved her eyes around as she looked for her mate. It looked like he was in one of the rooms at the end of the hall. He was waiting for her to come into view. Just what on earth was he planning? She carefully made her way down to the hall and kept her eyes open. He was close and she readied herself for his little game. Head turned as she noticed the large figure coming towards her. She used her quick movements she had gained from dancing and moved back. Once the tom had reached the ground, she figured it was still a game and jumped towards him.
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Post by Pyris | Renly Grimm on Oct 30, 2012 14:34:38 GMT -5
The tom gave a toothy grin as she hopped back, evading his advances, and would take a large step back himself as she lunged in a counter, his large form made for taking hits and destroying rather then making quick movements as the slender she-cat did so gracefully.Making his way into the kitchen, Azael would take two wooden spoons from the utensil drawer and toss her one, holding his out in a defensive stance... Hey wooden spoons were a lot safer then the actual things to practice basics with...
"Come on babe, lets see what ya got then~" That deep voice would come, full of amusement as he taunted her from the other side of the room.
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Post by Shy on Oct 30, 2012 15:10:49 GMT -5
Iseret watched as Azael took a step backwards just as she had advanced the same as he did. She imagined it was a bit harder for him to move out of the way considering how big he was. He was better for fighting where as she was better for movement. She had her dancing to thank for that. She watched as he made his way back to the kitchen and then got a couple of wooden spoons. He tossed one towards her and it didn't take much effort to catch it. As she did, she looked back up to the tom as he stood there defensively. Now she was starting to get what was going on. This was some fun way of his for training her. She nodded slowly and held the spoon up in front of her.
The she cat looked over to the stance he was making and thought for a moment. Even if it was training, she would rather be the one defending rather than attack, but then again to learn defense one had to learn offense right? She began to make her way towards Azael and held the spoon close to her. As she came close, she ducked in case he made any move to her and moved the spoon upward from the bottom of his side.
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Post by Pyris | Renly Grimm on Oct 31, 2012 0:01:02 GMT -5
Azael watched her creep forward and then duck, the sight being a little silly to watch since he was in a defensive stance and wouldnt be the one to strike first. As she went for his side, he'd lower his own spoon so that it would strike hers, preventing it from clashing with his own body.
"Ya see, when you're being defensive, rather offensive... its better to be still, careful and use reflexes, by studying the movement of the cat as they come to strike you. Its true you wont be right everytime but with practice, you can start to predict the swing of another cats sword by facial expression, line of sight, or even certain movements of the body. " he'd tell her, taking a moment to explain and give tips before pushing Iseret's fake sword to the side in demonstration.
"Also right after words, the block can be evolved into a counter attack... if you were to catch a sword in such situation simply push it harshly off to the side, keeping your unarmed hand held up to block in oncoming attacks of the other's free hand and simple draw your sword back , then thrust it deep within' his gut... Good to go.. right here if ya can manage it." he'd place the edge of the spoon just below her ribcage, "but dont try to hard.. rib cages are hard to pierce with just a dagger and no brute force behind it.. so go for a little lower when ya do until practiced more.. " Azael drew back the spoon then and crossed his arm, " Hitting under the rib cage and then curving it up with a little force can puncture a lung."
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