spar log!

[garmr]

Who: guts berserk and... you?
What: SWORDS PRACTICE!! SPARRING!!! PUNCH FRIENDSHIP?
Where: Training Area
When: After the sheetcake bonanza, during training time
Warnings/Notes: semi-open! Basically just a place to keep all the planned sparring threads together. Just hit me up if you'd like to do something.

(( Feel free to use the prompt below or have them be in a general training scenario - I will run with it! ))

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[wheyoftheadept]

"Nah, I'm good!" Saturday calls as the duck bucks and shrieks, sounding unreasonably cheerful. "Gimme a sec - "

The neck is just too thick. She can get her arms around it, but there's no leverage to squeeze. The duck gains another foot of air, monstrous beak open on a mouth of grotesque, backwards-facing teeth as it bellows.

"Yeehaw!" Saturday lets go of the neck, holding on with her legs alone for a split second, which is all the duck needs. It shakes and she slides off, hitting the ground in a front roll and coming up with a sword in her shining metal hand - a sword which appears to have no scabbard or any other holder on her person that Elsa can see. The massive duck charges, and Saturday meets it.

For a moment, anime-style, time stands still.

Then the duck collapses in a heap of little square holocubes, which vanish. Saturday whoops and turns to Elsa, grinning.

"Hey, what's up?" she says, sheathing her sword as she steps out of the ring. This happens very oddly; she pulls up the sleeve on her metal arm, exposing the wrist, which opens up like a wound in the metal. Her sword slides neatly in, hilt and all, merging with the prosthetic like so much clay. "Don't think we've met. I'm Saturday."

She extends her metal hand to shake.

[ahtohollaback]

She watches all this happen in mute, anxious fascination. The sword trick especially is -- unusual.

But she's getting a little more used to unusual.

Elsa takes the hand carefully, and the handshake isn't particularly firm; she lets Saturday take the lead.

"I'm Elsa," she replies. "That was an unusual animal." This question is asked in such a way as to imply: what was it? why a giant duck? please, elaborate.

[wheyoftheadept]

"Name's Saturday." Elsa's touch is delicate, and Saturday matches it, careful not to squeeze. "Yeah, I never really know what the thing's gonna spit out at me. It was fun to fight, though."

She grins, casually, easily. She's got the kind of face built for it.

[ahtohollaback]

Her answering smile is much smaller -- reserved, trying not to betray how awkward she feels talking to someone she doesn't know. Stay calm, it's fine. She's friendly!

An eyebrow goes up. "Well, I'm -- glad you're having a good time," she says, in the tone of someone who has never enjoyed a fight in her life but is willing to accept that there are people out there who do.

Maybe it's like cutting loose with her powers? Elsa really, really loves doing that, even though they've been muted enough on the rig that she can only muster up a fraction of what she's used to. "Does that machine make things for you to fight?"

[wheyoftheadept]

"Yeah - they're like, dummies but they can move around and fight back. It's great. Only cool thing about this rig." Saturday gestures to the control panel, which stands a little off the side

"I can tell you what to do, but, uh - you gotta do it yourself, like pushing the buttons and all. I've got a special relationship with technology, it kinda doesn't like me much and if I do it for you - well, I like the random results, but you might not."

She waves her hands in a very reassuring manner. "It'll work fine as long as you're the one actually touching the controls. Wanna try? You can make anything you want, nearly, even obstacle courses and stuff."