Bumps and Bruises

Emmanuelle Brenna · 05-03-2012, 12:03 AM

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ems is by nat.

ooc; i didn't want to totally write it out, since I think we need to write like 1500 words/six posts each for it to be considered a real thread lol.

The woman growled at the slave coyote as he bested her and unarmed her, her chocolate ears flattened against her skull. She had the will but not the experience. Her tail swished back and forth, frustrated already that she was not delivering perfectly. Instead of behaving childishly though, the huntress simply nodded at her trainers words, her eyes not moving from the slave as Helotes tossed them their staffs. The youth watched the two of them, focusing on Raoth's body and how it moved, the muscles that subtly shifted as he did. Once Helotes had let go of Raoth, Emmanuelle immediately began circling the boy, choosing the right opportunity to destroy him. He was fidgety, and tired. She knew these would play to her advantage.

Raoths foot backed into a small rock, and for just a second his attention was diverted and for that one second Emma stuck like a snake, swinging her staff to his lower body and having it land with a soft whack as it made contact with his lower stomach. This was luck though, and after shooting Emma a silent snarl of anger, he advanced upon her and the two's staffs collided as he swung and she blocked, trying to recall everything that was just told to her. A few of the swings landed, but with her trying to diligently block them they didn't cause much damage. As he moved his staff back to begin a powerful swing she quickly jabbed him with her staff, following it with another sound hit to his shoulder, then a block that failed as his staff struck her on the shoulder.

Using his method she feinted at him then swung straight on and hard, him trying to block it but ultimately having his stick twisted out from his hands and it clattering on the ground beside them. Both of them panted, but Emmanuelle still held her stick up, ready to strike again. As soon as she disarmed him she looked at Helotes with a questioning look, had she done better this time? He didn't have time to answer her though, the slave picking up his staff and swinging it wildly at the trainer, apparently having enough with this training business and trying to get away so he could escape. Just as Helotes looked over to see Raoth in action, the boy soundly whapped him across the face with his stick then dropped it, turning on his heel to run away.

Even though he was momentarily stunned, Helotes lept forward and pulled the slave down to the ground with force, Raoth whimpering silently from the force of the impact.

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