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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[garmr]

[GRUMBLE]

If you wanted to spar, you should've just said so.

[She wants to fight? Fine then. Force did have an elegance that words lacked, after all. He's in a state of mind where he doesn't really care what the reason is. They're training. He's helping. That's good enough for now. They can resolve their issues with a little exercise.

He moves the Dragonslayer to hoist it back to the leather straps it had in lieu of a sheath. He's ready. Come at him.]

[passifloraincarnata]

[this is absolutely going to end with getting herself laid out on the exercise mats but she has got to make herself useful somehow and he has got to be less alone somehow and if this gets her back in peak fighting trim then a few bruises are ... well, she's gone through less pleasant things, for much worse purposes. this is, frankly, inspirational material, even when she inevitably "loses".]

Would you have listened?

[she rushes in, slipping low, going for a hooking sweep of her leg against the backs of his.]

[garmr]

You going to keep talking, or are you going to fight?

[It's spar time, so he'd better hear less words and feel more FISTS.

As much as he'd been annoyed, though, he isn't going to take out his frustration on her. He observes her as she makes her first attack, a low sweep. A good choice against a larger opponent.

He takes a few steps back to evade, and raises his hands up to form a guard. He doesn't counter attack - he wants to see what she'll do next, instead.]

[passifloraincarnata]

[Setsuna smiles - a taut, grim sort of acceptance to it, instead of any sort of feral satisfaction someone else might derive from the exercise - fighting has always been about drilling and about survival, for her, there's never been much to it of joy or victory.]

[she ducks down and feints in towards his gut, drawing her arm back - then sidesteps, trying to aim a disorienting jab directly under his shoulder, just behind his armpit, into a jumble of nerves she knows will make even a burly man's arm flinch to hit.]

[garmr]

[Guts does keep an eye on her moves, and he can recognize that they are all very well trained and coordinated. Fluid and agile. That feint would have gotten him if he wasn't paying attention.

He is quicker than he looks, though, and maneuvers his hand to catch her fist before it hits his body. If he gets a good grip, he knows his brawn will be difficult to escape in that split second. ]

[passifloraincarnata]

[he grabs her - she is trained, and trained against people who are quick, to boot, but she's not expecting his agility, either, and doesn't recalibrate fast enough to be faster than he is.]

[he has her gripped by the wrist, and for a half-second she panics - it's only reflexes that have her twisting slightly in that hold to try and hook her leg behind his and yank him off-balance and to the ground, willing to risk being pulled down with him if it jars him into loosening his grip even a little.]

[she might even use the momentum of the attempt to drive an elbow into his stomach, see if he's prepared for that, too.]