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@&#&$Anselm no longer saw it fit to perform compulsive exercises in his own den. Alacrity seemed to have taken to holing up there, perhaps driven inside by the biting winds and sub-freezing temperatures that were unheard of on the African savannah. Make no mistake--the typically introverted and aloof man had scarcely tired of her presence. He wasn't trying to get away from her as much he was trying to get away from himself. The painted dog was of a remarkably docile and well-mannered persuasion, and such rigorous exercises could only suggest one thing. Much as he "forgot to mention" his little drug business, he went out of his way so as not to appear obsessive with his own physical prowess in her presence. In his mind he wasn't hiding anything; he was just trying to remain as likeable as possible while they continued to grow closer. If she ever confronted him he wouldn't have it in him to deny anything or lie, but for the time being he was content to prolong the inevitable for as long as possible. Wasn't that all life was anyway?
@&#&$After his usual waking jaunt about the borders, he decided to head in the direction of D'Neville Mansion. In the warmer months it was easy to select a random tree branch for sit ups or pull ups, but as temperatures plummeted he could only guess the poor giants' limbs grew brittle with the cold. Strangely, for as much as he wouldn't want to fall to the ground on his head, he wouldn't want to deliberately harm one of the trees either. Away in the forest this may have seemed a laughable concern, but most of Inferni's territory was relatively barren. The plains were interspersed with a few odd maples, oaks, and birches, and he certainly appreciated the refuge they provided from the sun's burning summer rays. The old gate at the front of the mansion provided a perfect work out spot, anyway. He could climb up the barred structure and hook his legs over the top rail for sit-ups or simply jump and grab onto it for pull-ups. There was also enough random heavy shit on premises to toss around for more a more "cooperative" workout that didn't focus exclusively on just a couple muscle groups.
@&#&$Sometimes, he'd even run into his "niece" here. (Anselm was completely clueless regarding familial titles--but if he considered Gabriel his cousin and Kaena his aunt, then she might as well have been a niece. He mostly picked words that made the most sense in the context of whatever relationship he formed with the individual.) The sword training she'd taken an interest in intrigued him; although Anselm wasn't a huge fan of armed combat, he understood the necessity of such knowledge. Although he could effectively disarm knife-wielders or those swinging blunt objects, swords and spears--anything with reach that could do substantial damage--were completely different. Even now the tattooed male was more likely to flee from an opponent who utilised such powerful weapons than to stick around and find out just how nasty they could be. His weapon of choice for their spars turned out to be an old pitchfork, which he could use to block the swords' blows--but without tools with which to improvise, he would still be reasonably screwed.
@&#&$For now he did not immediately seek the red-eyed Lykoi out. Instead, he loitered around the gate for a moment before rubbing his hands together, jumping into the air, and grabbing on. The gate swung slightly and the rusty hinges creaked loudly in protest, but he paid this no mind. This was just an additional challenge to overcome--the movement certainly made the pull-ups a little more interesting and the noise was a distraction if nothing else. Once he was situated, he began to go through his usual repetitions.
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The morning had already been well spent waving about with her sword. The blade was starting to feel like an extension of her muscular arms, twisting and dancing the way she wanted it to without the delay that had slowed her down when she first had started to seek out her warrior spirit and dance with her twin blade. It would not be long now before she would try dual wielding her beautiful twins. For a human female this could have proved to be a more difficult task. Although the Japanese swords were much lighter than any European or American versions, they were not the lightest brand of katana; her werewolf strength was far greater than that of a puny human. What she would have to learn was to wield them with grace and elegance. For months now she had dedicated large portions of time every single day to strengthen her armed combat skills. She knew with certainty that she was becoming very dangerous as her skills rose steadily. Gabriel was also teaching her what he knew of spears, and she was pleased to discover that moves with different weapons could be combined and mixed and still prove to be most effective.
What Halo was not all too confident with was feral combat and optime without arms. Her body was slightly weary after hours of interaction with her beloved blades, but it would soon be replaced by a flow of energy. It was great to start the day off early with hard physical practise. It gave the day meaning already early on and if there was anything the girl truly needed it was meaning in her life. Her mind wanted to wither away and die, but this gave her a purpose. She did not want to let Samael win, and it was her quest in life to learn self defence so that she could one day watch his head fall off and tumble away from his body. She believed death would justify his actions. Although connected by blood, she was unsure if she would be able to look into his bright crimson eyes without getting haunted by horrible images. Samael Lykoi had created a weakness within that ate away on her self confidence – a hunger that was never satisfied no matter how much of her soul was drained in the process. It was a constant burden.
Scent and some noise led her to Anselm and his work out activities. She was plain in sight at she took a moment to watch his strong arms haul his body up and down where he hang. A moment was all he was given before she darted forwards and drew her twin blade and let it point towards her previous spot behind her. How well he could handle a sudden hostile situation, she wondered. Her intent was to do a simple half-moon slash and then take it from there. He was unarmed and without a weapon, so weapon practise was unlikely to be on today’s menu.
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@&#&$Modernisation was a peculiar thing. To say he hated all things reminiscent of man would be hypocritical. Anselm embraced some technologies completely and whole-heartedly, though he mostly sought out those that were used for constructive purposes. Tools could be used to build; books could be used to learn; plants cultivated for medicine could be used to heal the body or soul, whatever the case may be. Like most creatures who desired only peace at heart, he couldn't help but shun the more destructive human inventions. Fire was the sole exception, but even there he always kept his pyromania on a short leash, under the strictest of control. He wouldn't use it to decimate an entire forest, for instance--he understood that with great power came great responsibility.
@&#&$Perhaps his physical strength afforded him a greater luxury in life than he realised--weapons had never been necessary. He could almost see it from someone like Halo's perspective, who likely viewed the items as a means of self-defence... but even then he remained incredibly wary. It was one thing to fend off an unjust attack--it was quite another to get drunk on power and go ballistic on any and all nearby just because you could. Even without swords or spears, this was what Haku did; this level of instability was unnatural and he couldn't help but feel the world would be a better place if all traces of the man (and those like him) were eliminated.
@&#&$Unfortunately that put him in a tricky position; a good number of the coyotes were just as mad, though they lacked the means to endlessly get away with these vile crimes when Gabriel laid down the law, insisting they keep their own tempers in check for the safety of the clan as a whole. Sometimes he wondered how quickly they'd descend into madness and anarchy without the Aquila's level head and firm lead to keep them in line. Sometimes he felt as if he belonged here less than any of them might have guessed. It was still the best fit he'd found, though, and he cared too much for his cousin to go anywhere else. Gabriel was a capable man, but he still felt they needed each other on some level. There was a level of understanding between the two men he'd found unattainable with anyone else. The Aquila was the only one he trusted with unwavering confidence.
@&#&$With most anyone else, there would always be a shadow of a doubt. He couldn't help but wonder as Halo began to rush forward in a charge; he clearly had no weapons with which to shield himself and his first and strongest instinct was to run. He dropped down to the ground as she neared, praying to whatever deities who might listen that she had enough sense to tap him with the broad side in case he couldn't thwart the impending attack. He kept his gaze trained on her eyes, though once she was in striking distance his attention shifted quickly to her elbow. He stepped just barely to the side as the sword arced toward him in the air, placing his right hand at her wrist and using his left to lock up her elbow. Hoping to immobilise her arm this way so she couldn't draw it back again, he reached for the hilt and pulled up with his strong hand. If he could get it free, he'd toss it off to the side. Getting charged once with a sword was enough for the day and his heart was already racing.
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Halo had several times questioned her own sanity. Though she was definitely not the member with the most stable and peaceful mind, she had not yet turned into monster despite having been violated by one and infested with the black hatred that so easily could destroy a being. Halo’s little advantage had been that it was quite similar to the burning rage she always had carried in her heart. It had been there for as long as she could remember and it had always been heated and unreasonable. She was an impulsive creature by nature and her anger could flare up with such ease on the smallest of things. Luckily she had realized that by tossing herself into this endless physical training, she was not only gaining better control of her own body, but her mind seemed to slowly become clearer as well. Bottled frustration and anger worked out as brilliant fuel for violence and bodily strength and the girl was eagerly experimenting channelling this newfound energy the best she could as her heart raced in her chest and she wore her body out. Her form was no longer soft forms accompanied by the last amount of puppy fat. She was a bundle of well worked muscles and would be competing with a stone in hardness had it not been for the silky and rich fur that dressed her form up and kept her beauty intact. The girl had lost weight since she had come here, but what she had lost she had gained in muscles.
It was hard to deal with traumas the correct way, and Halo was one of many that found an obsession. It was close to unhealthy, but she made sure to eat enough and stop when her muscles shrieked in protest. There was a goal in the horizon and she steadily moved towards it with deadly eagerness. Samael thought her to be weak. Perhaps she was in his standards, but she knew that she held strength as well. He too would have to agree the day she was to sever his throat and bathe in his blood like he once had bathed in the blood of Charon’s. She did not want to live a life in the hovering shadow of her wicked uncle. She barely managed to think of anything else as days and weeks and months slowly passed. She was not recovering from the trauma in a healthy way and for her there was no other way than to deliver punishment for what had been done. She needed to retaliate and she would have to strike out at him all alone because he was a generation closer to Kaena Lykoi and Gabriel de le Poer. She would have no support in Inferni because she was merely the daughter of Vitium the traitor. Gabriel had frightened her at the borders when she first had arrived. He had not expected much of her. His attitude seemed to have changed lately and it would be unbearable to see his mind judge her again for being weak. No one would ever know what had happened to her and she would forever be alone with her burden.
Anselm’s feet found earth and no hesitation seemed to find him as she continued to rush forwards. Her blade ran swiftly through the cool air and sang its lonesome tune without its twin. Anselm’s form moved and she went through with a full half circle when it was clear that he would not be there to have the blade deliver its blow to his body. It was a bold move and her movement was slightly slower than it would have been in a hostile situation. There was no worth of practise the sword if the opponent was unarmed and the disarm was appreciated and her hand let go of the blade’s handle immediately for him to have it. Anselm was not a warrior, but he knew many things that would be useful for the girl in battle. Copper ears folded backwards and she lifted both her hands up in front of her with palms facing the man. A thin smile was offered and she wondered if her blunt greeting had been a poor choice just like throwing a rat at Rikka de le Poer had been poor. Maybe it had been generally poor, but she thought it important to always be prepared and her relationship with Anselm was mainly built on sparring lessons and similar things. Her eyes had not screamed with rage like it would when she one day would run after Samael Lykoi with it. Anselm was an ally in her world and she was starting to understand how precious they were. She had adored loneliness when she first had come here, but it was dangerous when a heart carried so much pain and misery as hers at the moment.
The young female took a few steps back and watched the man toss her beautiful blade off to the side. Her pallid smile was sweet as she wrapped her hands behind her back and let her tail dance lightly about; brushing her luperci legs lightly. ”A rather nice day, don’t you agree?” she softly commented, though the weather was not significant at all Energy was again spreading through her body and she wanted to drive it out as soon as it could be done. ”Would you be up for another lesson in unarmed combat, Anselm?” she now wondered, her form lessening just a bit in silent fear that she would be brushed off. She needed the distraction as much as she always did and did not want to learn to depend on her sword at all time. She was deadly with it if she put her heart into the moves, but on her own she would not be a very strong opponent still. Claws and teeth could be used, but she wanted knowledge and not instincts to decide the outcomes in physical battle. When it came to this, no one was a better student than Halo. She sincerely burned to learn more about the art of war and perhaps this actually did make her slightly insane.
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@&#&$If only she had known. Anselm would side with her in an instant; he'd castrate the bloody bastard himself if he had to. Samael had earned his first strike by deliberately disobeying his orders during the first Dahlian war. It was so far in the past by the time he found out that little could be done, but he'd hardly forgiven the bastard for it. A strike against one of their own counted double, however, and that brought him up to three. The tattooed man only had such patience at all because the sicko was Kaena's son; for anyone else he wouldn't have been half as tolerant. Anselm would not stand for such internal dysfunctionality--it was best to remove these cancers before they infected the entire bloody pack.
@&#&$Left unchecked, Samael's sickness had done exactly that: he'd defiled Halo's mind in a way the Caelum could neither dream of nor comprehend. It was so easy to overlook, unfortunately, because they were all a little nuts when you got down to it. No one with de le Poer or Lykoi blood was spared--they were all tainted in this way, himself included. Even some of their newer recruits were fucked up in their own right; Cotl and Marik certainly weren't normal, but here they found themselves in good company and could blend into the background. Inferni was as much a madhouse as anything. Sometimes it got to him. Mostly he ignored it.
@&#&$He could tell she was holding back but his disarm was successful. He tossed the sword gently such that it would not land on the sharp edge and damage the blade. Though her greeting was unconventional at best, he was hardly perturbed and his pulse returned to normal very quickly. This really was the only context in which they knew one another. She'd seemed moody the night of the party, but in hindsight he could hardly blame her--it would be sort of upsetting to find your peace and solitude disrupted by a hoard of belligerent drunks with no warning whatsoever. Needless to say, he did appreciate the unique flavour of battle she brought into the game. This was scarcely something he'd practise otherwise.
@&#&$"Works for me," he said simply; while the response could've been to either remark, in reality it was to both. Why not strive for efficiency? "You see what I just did there, right? Couldn't hold on, 'cause if you had, your arm would snap. That's using physics and leverage to your advantage. The same principles can be applied at any time," he told her simply. On four legs it wouldn't count for much, but he wasn't sure he'd seen her outside of her Optime form much at all. The day they'd taken down Bastardo was all that came to mind and that was back before she'd found the swords, as far as he could remember. "You've just got to think about how your joints bend--then, think of which ways they don't. If you can force the other guy's in one of those directions, either he'll give or the bone will--at that point it doesn't matter, yea?"
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There was silent appreciation as ruby eyes watched the sword gently fall to the ground. As he went back to the move that had disarmed her she merely nodded, understanding what had happened. What Anselm had done was hard to pull off in the heat of the moment, though she had to take moments to wonder how to count such a move in a real battle. She was swift with more intricate moves for her swords, but it was important to know of harmful counter moves and know a way out of them. She discarded it for now though, for sword fight was not on today’s menu and she had only brought her one sword anyway. She smiled and cocked her head slowly as she listened to Anselm speak up more. An oversized ear flickered back at the thought of own joints snapping. ”Yeah,” sounded the short acknowledgement of his words. Anselm often brought along info and views that the girl did not count in when she made her own thoughts of things. What she had mainly imagined was flashes of claws and fangs, but that was obviously not how it was done.
She stepped closer to him and wondered exactly how skilled he was at this as he obviously held knowledge about such methods. ”Without a sword I’m pretty much useless,” she commented, just saying out loud what was true and obvious. He would have to lead this then, as she knew not where to start and what to do. She lifted her arms slightly and glanced down on them before lifting her gaze again to find the man that already had thought her so much together with the Aquila.
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Going all out tooth and claw was but one aspect of battle (particularly in the bipedal form). These techniques were reserved for close combat especially; Anselm wasn't sure she'd fare so well in a contest of brute strength. If anyone managed to pin her the outcome would be less than desirable. He felt her best bet was to keep some distance between herself and her opponent--to strike smartly and quickly, drawing on her own natural agility above all else. As he'd always had the option to throw around his own weight, he wouldn't be able to proffer much useful advice when it came to defending against those kinds of brute force attacks--instead, he would teach her how to avoid such situations in the first place.
Well, first thing I'm gonna tell you is there's absolutely no shame in running to live and fight another day, he said, so your highest priority should be keeping an open escape route, if not several. Sometimes having your back to a wall will afford you one less direction to worry about, but you never want to find yourself driven into a corner, he explained, although he figured she'd have some sense of this already. Now if you get stuck under someone you're no better off. You want to keep as much distance as possible; try to go for some awkward spots. He dropped suddenly to the ground, reaching out with his hand and grasping at the back of her knee. His claws pricked into the flesh around the tendon, gently enough that it wouldn't hurt but forceful enough so she could feel what part he was aiming for.
You snap this tendon and guess what? He can't walk, he said, releasing his grip. It'll be too awkward for 'im to bend over and bite you, and even if he claws at the back of your neck the fur is thicker there. If they figure out what you're doing you'll need to keep alert for any kicks, o'course... and you don't want to linger long enough for him to get a good grip. Don't wait to see if it worked, just go in and get back out, he emphasised. If they're expecting you to go for the throat or face, they'll probably have areas like this less guarded. Remember, even if you don't kill 'em off the bat, once you incapacitate them you can take as much time as you need.
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Same here! You have the most difficult task here though; Halo is just standing watching and listening! 300+
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With her hybrid blood refusing her to own the desired form, the girl would still carry more agility than the average wolf. She would lose a race with a full blooded, long limbed coyote, but the smaller canines were her allies and not her enemies. Ears flattened in instant defiance at her uncle’s first words. Of course there was shame in running to live and flee with her tail between her legs. It would have happened if Samael had not been so swift moving after her back when everything bad had happened. She should have turned and fought back then, it wouldn’t have mattered if she had been sliced into pieces or not. Her humiliation lied mostly in the horrible fact that she had been unable to fight against him. Her Lykoi uncle knew this and Halo knew this. Intolerable. She already knew she was foolish, but she was a warrior of Inferni, and if it was her time to die in battle then she would not flee.
”There is shame,” the girl’s low voice mumbled, though it was not her wish to argument with an older and definitely wiser member. She knew nothing, but this was nevertheless her belief. She had done just that; tried to flee, and she was left with only shame, despair and regret. As he continued with the introduction her ruby eyes stayed obediently on him and he had the girl’s full attention. Size was something she would lack when dealing with fully grown wolves. Not even her hybrid size would manage to compete, especially not her bi-pedal form where she was just like every other coyote with a general size. Suddenly Anselm moved and she almost moved her knee to kick him in the face in instant horror, but managed to control herself, for he was not Samael, but a sane ally teaching her ways to prolong her life. Sharp nails scratched lightly against the tendon on the back of her knee and she smiled, knowing well that she would immediately gain a better hand by slicing that delicate spot.
Her smile stayed long enough for the male to see as he released his grip and continued. So that was the way of the coyote. Lash and withdraw. She quite liked that idea. She thought that she maybe preferred to go step by step to bring an opponent down. She had a certain appreciation for inflicting pain on those that needed to be punished. Although she had seen more of life’s cruel sides, she had some remaining dreams still of how things would be. ”Swiftness and tactic are the keys then,” she mumbled lowly and flexed her fingers and imagining slicing tendons.
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It seemed as if she disagreed with his sentiment though he could not imagine why. Perhaps the righteous saw shame in turning tail and fleeing for their lives, but the survivalist saw only one thing: opportunity. Just remember that dead men can exact no revenge, he told her simply. It was all a matter of perspective. To him, giving it his all against impossible odds was no better than suicide. His mind could conceive few situations where such a death was justified--perhaps if he were to sustain a debilitating injury it'd be best to stick it out and take his opponent down with him.
Otherwise, if push came to shove, Anselm would always place himself first. Inferni was his home but his loyalties were with Gabriel above the clan itself; as for the membership base he found he abhorred as many as he cherished with a bunch of neutral indifference in between. It would certainly be inconvenient to uproot and carve a niche for himself in some other stretch of the vast North American wilderness, but he'd take that over death any day. If he didn't run there would be no chance to come back and take care of old business later... the young were always so ideal, but unfortunately life rarely favoured those who weren't willing to pull a few foul tricks.
But yeah, pretty much. With that, y'gotta fight dirty, he said. Obviously when they sparred such tactics were avoided, but he still felt it worthwhile to mention the techniques. If you can throw some sand in their eyes, do it. Hate to say it, but if it's a guy and you've got a clear shot at his junk, take it. Use psychology to your advantage; pretend you see somethin' crazy behind 'em and when they go to look, strike. You get the picture. 'n you've got to keep alert and use the environment to your advantage, y'know? Try to make sure they're the one fighting uphill; if you can lure 'em onto unstable or slippery terrain but maintain your own footing, perfect. If you find yourself unarmed, watch for random improvisational weapons lying around; a heavy rock, a thick stick, and so on.
He took a brief moment to pause and consider, then added: Hell, even if you're not at a disadvantage, watch for these things just in case your opponent wises up and tries to use 'em for himself. You've got to try and predict their next move; watch their eyes, especially. Better yet, try to envision several ways things could develop so you're prepared for any of 'em. Some of these skills were difficult to explain--they were best developed through actual experience. Still, knowing what to think about would be helpful on some level.. or so he hoped.
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Halo had certainly imagined other ways of obtaining victory in a fight with a wolf, but she tried only to see opportunity when it was revealed how her battle should be fought. It was similar to what she did with the sword, yet alien because she felt naked and weak without one of her beautiful twin swords. Using her agility and learn to use claws and fangs would surely be interesting. The young woman nodded when Anselm said it like it was; fighting dirty. Her lips curled mischievously, for she had seldom issues with fighting dirty. She thought of the loner and the blade that so effortlessly had come after him for the sole reason that she thought the clan had tried to gut him earlier the same day – and of course because she had wanted to. The girl was not even close to as bloodthirsty as the uncle that had violated her, but she was probably not as sane as your average canine either. Glorious dreams from her youth still inspired her and she still stretched to become something more than just another Lykoi. She wanted to be famous and she wanted to be terrible.
A chuckle escaped her lips when Anselm suggested a move that could be done to males in battle, though she felt uneasiness close in on shortly after when her thoughts continued and remembered what Samael had done to her. She did not shudder though, and she made certain that her smile remained, though her eyes certainly lost some of their sparkle that had been there moments before. ”I think this style of fighting might suit me perfectly.” she chuckled and brushed a few loose strands of dark copper hair that had managed to find their way to her face. As for rocks and sticks – especially sticks, she believed she could manage. Anselm continued to talk and she continued to listen, because his words were well thought through and she knew it was wise to absorb what he said. ”It almost sounds like an easy thing to do when you explain it to me, but I wonder how well I would be able to do it when the moment is at hand.” She had considered herself strong, yet had been a frightening, unmoving child when Samael had come after her as well.
It was the same with the sword and polearm training – she knew how she wanted it to move and do, but it was not always that easy to do it when she was sparring with Gabriel. One seldom had the time to think in the heat of battle and she wondered if her body would be quick enough with the brain controlling it manually. What she needed to do was to teach the body how to naturally respond to attackers. Practise, practise, which was all it was.
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