It feels like fire in my veins

Anann Kelevra · 06-05-2011, 10:52 PM

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Dated for May 19th; shortly after the events of this thread

Stand up and show me some pride

That insolent bastard! Anann had not thought Keese would have the gall to strike her. The pure shock from the smack was all that had kept her from tearing into the silver male the instant his hand had struck her cheek. Haven had appeared out nowhere and pulled the bastard off her before she even had a chance to react. The Lady still wasn't sure yet if she was glad that the Knight had stepped in or not. She certainly hadn't needed his help and it she had to admit would have been satisfying to take her outrage out on Keese. Everyday he seemed to find a new way to get under her skin and today he had taken it too far.

Her hackles had yet to settle from the moment his hands had met her flesh in the stables. Once she had calmed Rem, for the stallion had nearly kicked his stall door from its casters when he had heard the ruckus Keese had started, Anann headed straight home. She needed to let her frustrations out on something. Though it was quite unfortunate that it wouldn't be Keese, for he was the cause of all of her frustrations. Instead she would find something in the training yard, though until she actually reached her cabin she had remained undecided. She was tempted to bring out her training swords, but fear shattering one of the wooden blades in her current state. Nor would she abuse her blades of steel. So it was the large, cylindrical bag of sand that she hefted over her shoulder. It's attached length of rusted chain in her other hand. She regretted having not yet acquired a staff or spear, which had often enjoyed as well.

One might find it odd. The large, bare patch of dirt under a limb, a strong limb with a rather unusual wrapping of leather of it's bark. At least when the homemade punching bag was not hung in place, the leather protecting the bark of the tree of the constant shifting of the chain. For now the old thing almost looked new, having recently been recovered after surviving it's first year of abuse. Hung in it's place and the woman with her chest and hands bound in broad strips of leather the marring of its pristine, finely oiled, and stretched surface started.

It started with a barrage of punches. The force of each punch swing the heavy bag of at least a couple hundred pounds. Causing the golden wolf to dance around it, with it, as her assault continued. No longer just her fists, but a frenzied attack including knees and elbows. Still it wasn't satisfying, she wanted, needed the challenge of something that actually fought back.

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Noss · 06-22-2011, 10:47 PM

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I love you for this thread and apologize for my uber-lateness >_>

Well, he could tell just by the noise that there was either a warrior practicing like he often did, or someone was very pissed.

Noss had found life in the court rather peaceful, keeping to himself and only letting the occasional wolf in on what he was even thinking. The young pup--Viggo--was no longer a pest, as Noss had first viewed him, but not exactly a comrade yet, either. And of course there was Strel, who Noss had long ago decided not to block off from anything he was thinking. As displayed by a few bouts of their own, doing so only ever ended badly. But besides all that, this new sound coming from not that far from the grey male piqued his interest, if not only because he had met so few on his travels who seemed genuinely interested in the art of battle. There was, of course, the Knight of the court--who Noss had yet to meet and regretted it--Caspa, and Viggo, but the last two had come upon him either training or preparing to train, not the other way around. Coming upon someone else doing it would perhaps make it easier for the stoic male to at least strike up a half-decent conversation that didn't have the familiar banter reserved for Strel.

What he found mildly surprised the male, although not by much. "I remember you," were the words the rumbled from his chest as he came upon the scene, crossing his arms and leaning on a tree as he observed the golden woman pounding her fists into a large bag. Yep; definitely pissed. There was a certain way to tell whether one's attacks were in earnest, practice, or fury. If in earnest, one was in genuine battle. If in practice, they were focused more on the form and accuracy, not solely power. And then when in fury, they were more often than not sloppy, rushed, or in such sporadic bouts without rythmn. "Do you remember me?" Put together, the words had an uncharacteristically poetic quality, although Noss had not intended it so. How ironic, though, that he should come upon this female twice, both times with her steaming mad.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Anann Kelevra · 07-01-2011, 03:47 PM

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Stand up and show me some pride

Anann's dance with the swinging heavy bag continued. It's movements becoming more erratic as her blows altered its coarse and momentum. The added foot work made the routine slightly more challenging, but to one that had been training for their entire optime life the swing of the bag was nothing more than slow and predictable. Hell, it was down right controllable. Lacking any real challenge for the woman and while pounding away on the bag did help to alieve her anger she found it lacking.

The sounds of someone approaching did not go unnoticed, but were paid little mind. The turning of an amber ear the only sign given by the woman that she had even noticed the other before he spoke. Once the question was posed though she leaned her shoulder into the bag as it came back at her, effectively bringing it to a halt and giving the Anann something to lean against as well. "Noss." She said with a forced smile, though not completely void of all genuine quality. She had always been good with names and scents and who they belonged to. "I could use more of a challenge here, mind stepping in?" Her head motioned at the bag she leaned against.

If Anann had to find a fault with her pack it would be the lack of sparring partners. The only constant was Haven and no offense to the Knight but she found the lack of variety a bit disappointing at times. Of coarse there had been those occasions when had convinced Anatoliy to spar or wrestle with her but it always more play with him. If it did not turn in a different, yet still physical, direction all together.

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Noss · 07-16-2011, 08:38 AM

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En garde! XD

So, she did remember. At the very least the cleared introductions, but her invitation was quite a surprise. The grey warrior might not have known it, but their thoughts were the same; the lack of sparring partners, that was. Still, it seemed that he was at an unfair advantage, what with her being a half-foot shorter than he. Don't underestimate someone, he chided himself, having learned that lesson the hard way. "While I would love to oblige, the circumstances seem...piled against you?" But even as he said that he came forward, keeping enough distance between them that was proper of beginning a fight.

"Ladies first." Noss said this without an ounce of mockery; he was chivalrous by nature, although he often expected that chivalry to be shown to him first. In this case, he was at the bottom of the rank and also sparring with a lady--twas only proper. Perhaps he had been so hard adjusting to his new rank because he had come by his respect from birth in his old pack--he hadn't had to earn it through a long period of time. Still, it couldn't be denied that he had lived up to expectations there. Here, he had a long way to go.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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Anann Kelevra · 07-27-2011, 06:24 PM

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sorry for the lateness and crappiness of this post. I'm still getting accustomed to fighting/sparring threads :x lol

Stand up and show me some pride

"Perhaps." Was the only offered response to his comment on odds. It was undeniable that he had size on his and she had wasted energy on a lifeless opponent, but her stamina still had plenty left. A grin pulling at her lips as he stepped forward despite his words. Anann began to unravel the binding on her hands and discarded the dagger at her thigh with a quick pull of the leather strap binding it there. Leaving only the wide strip of leather bound around her chest. The discarded items were left at rest under the heavy bag to be collected at a later moment in time.

He invited her to make the first move, but she was not quick to do so. She circled slowly to one side. Umber eyes studying the massive male before her. He was about Anatoliy's size, but unlike the gentle fisherman this wolf was a true warrior and thus called for bit more caution than she would have used with the other giant. Making her glad that this was only a sparring match. Her steps brought her steadily closer, though in small, minuscule amounts. When she finally made her move it was quick. The distance between them vanished as she rushed forward an elbow aimed for his ribs, but she did not expect the blow would land and readied herself for his counter.

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Noss · 08-04-2011, 02:13 PM

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Yeah, they can get a little hairy XD Note: Nest of Bees is the old Chinese fireworks weapon that shoots off many firework-rocketed arrows in sporadic directions. I am also sorry for my fail-post; fighting threads tend to be short-posted since you can only make so many moves in a post Tongue

Feel free to beat the man up; he's like one of those punching dolls that always spring back XD

While large, Noss was slow because of his muscle weight. Sure, he could pack a punch and take them like a brick wall, but that didn't mean that he could always make his blows connect. This was why he was always trusted in the heat of battle, where he would be able to make large sweeps with his claws and weapons and connect with many targets. A living Nest of Bees, he could pack a wallop...if he could connect.

The grey warrior saw how the female took her time, and thought this was wise, at least for the reason of regaining lost stamina from the punching bag. But when she hit, she hit fast. As he had offered, he had not attacked first and instead let the woman attempt her first move, so when she had moved ever-steadily closer to his person he had not lashed back. Her elbow made a good smack on his ribs, but Noss was at the very least anticipating an attack to his torso, so--trusting before that she would, and being right, that she would follow through with whatever attack she used--his other arm swung around to try and grab hold of her attacking arm, which had not pulled back as a jab would have. He would take hold of it and then use his other arm to grip her free shoulder before wrestling her to the ground. Of course he wouldn't let the match end there if she happened to be caught--he would back off--but this was more of a test to see how fast she was.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Anann Kelevra · 08-07-2011, 06:09 PM

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I'd feel better if this post had turned out a little longer, but that's sparring for you <3

Stand up and show me some pride

Anann felt her elbow solidly connect with Noss, but before she could fully pull back she felt his firm grip around her upper arm. A grin growing across lips that had otherwise been set in a rather grim expression as of late. She gauged her opponent to be a rather experienced and skilled warrior when she had first met him. Long before this little sparring match; even before he was a member of the court itself. And he did not disappoint. Her reaction was practically instinctual as she dodged his other hand aimed for her other shoulder. Leaning slightly and ducking from the hand, all while bringing her knee up in a kick to attempt to land another blow to his torso and twist her arm from his grasp at the same time. It was the same leg as the arm he held so there was little chance of him capturing her limb and with it her balance.

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Noss · 08-16-2011, 10:08 PM

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Short-fail-post >_<

Unfortunately his arm was not able to grab her own, and although he had not anticipated a lower kick, Noss was a significant height advantage, so his leg easily blocked her knee on its way up since his height gave him time. At the same time as he felt her own leg connect with his, the grey warrior brought his arm up to push her over as his already raised knee--opposite of his arm--pushed into the week spot in her leg to place her off balance. He tried to avoid punching or strenuously hurting the woman as much as possible, since if he let himself go all out he really could break a bone in her. So he left it up to a game of balance. It gave him the opportunity to practice self control, and her the opportunity to hit as hard as she wanted.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

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Anann Kelevra · 08-20-2011, 03:07 PM

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I think this works xD haha

Stand up and show me some pride

A smile pulled her lips to reveal the tips of ivory teeth. A growl of annoyance rumbled in her chest as she felt Noss' leg block her kick. Her eyes widened for a fraction as she saw his arm reaching out to push her over as his leg pushed her balance off kilter. The growl in her throat grew deeper and eyes narrowed. In a more aggressive tactic than Anann typically would have used in a first time sparring match, she grabbed his arm as he reached out to shove her. While her leg twisted around the leg that held it suspended. In a sense she was practically climbing the man as she pushed herself up. Her head tucked she hoped to gain enough inches to essentially headbutt the man in the side of the head or jaw. After the humiliation she had suffered at Keese's hands there was no way she was going to simply be toppled over. So she played a little rougher than she might have normally. It was desperate attempt and she was not sure the tactic would work. Whether it did or not, she would still have to get away from him quickly before he could counter. There was no over powering him and so it'd be unwise to needlessly stay within his reach.

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Noss · 09-05-2011, 01:45 PM

OOC: Late, but here >_> I'm imagining this fight and laughing a lot XD Ignore Noss's ramble--I just had to interject it somewhere in his timeline XD

He should've known that this woman wouldn't be so easily toppled or that he couldn't use such simple tactics to win a sparring match. His main issue lied with his training in the hunt and war; such tactics of that trade were final, fatal, and without restraint (in most cases). Here, it was not his wish to be so definite in his blows--stun, not kill. But this woman was obviously very skilled, so he had no need to worry on a few bruises or dazed condition--perhaps. But that was not the goal either; the goal was practice.

He was forced at once to place his leg down as she--literally--climbed him like a tree. In a sense, it wasn't impossible to say so--he was a tall man after all--but he didn't think she would use her own head. In a few senses he was sexist: He didn't think most women were made for battle, but didn't think it impossible at all. His own childhood friend, Naka, had been a woman and a warrior--and quite a respectable one at that. There had once been a time when he had fancied her; had thought that, if he had stayed in the Crescent Moon Pack and become chief as planned, she would've been the only suitable choice of marriage for him, even if he had not really fancied her to that point exactly. But enough on that; he was in the heat of battle, in a sense.

Her own head did connect with his jaw, giving him quite the ache below, but he knew that she must've felt at least something from the impact as well. His grip, however, did not lessen with the blow--it would take more than that to make him loose his grip. He grit his teeth, feeling the rush of adrenaline from her attack, and decided that if he couldn't shake her by gravity, he could fell her by force. With a sharp look in his eye, the grey warrior fell to the side that she had climbed on, a final attempt to give his own blow. He didn't plan to fall directly on her, exactly, but at least jar her free. Primitive, yet effective.

Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.

Anann Kelevra · 09-14-2011, 09:57 AM

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heh glad I'm not the only one that's amused :3 Sorry I didn't really give you much to work with.

Stand up and show me some pride

Anann felt the satisfying, and jarring, contact as the top of her head met with jaw. It was meant to be a stunning blow, but using her own head met that she would not be completely unaffected by her own assault. Though she had the advantage of bracing for it before Noss even knew what was happening. Still he managed to keep his grip on her and kept her from pushing off of him and vaulting out of his reach as she had planned. Dark eyes narrowed as she noted the sharp look in Noss' just moments before the teetering sensation returned as Noss fell towards her. Giving her no option but to fall with him. Still, Anann would not go easily and did her best to twist her weight so that it was less likely he would land right on top of her. But the male had her beat in height and mass, there was only so much her own weight could do for her and of Noss was determined to pin her with his fall there was little she could do to prevent it at this point. All she could do for now was try to minimize the impact of the fall and hope he didn't crush her with his weight.

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