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]

Saturday sees the situation and puts on an extra burst of speed, running with unnerving silence and catching the first of the four through the spine before the other know she's there. They see her, but have no chance to respond; her sword arm is a blur between them, her feet touching ground only enough to launch into another attack, and they explode in a shower of 'cubes.

Then it's over. The canyon flattens out and disappears, and a pleasant female voice announces their score.

"Session complete. 123 enemy dead. No damage taken. Scenario complete. Thank you for using Jorgmund advanced military training technology. Jorgmund: here to serve you."

Saturday rolls her eyes, and starts cleaning her sword out of habit.

[garmr]

Guts lowers his sword once Saturday finishes off the stragglers, seeing her weave between the last four - an agile weapon in her own right.

Once his own battle lust fades, he seems to relax quite a bit, watching as the environment flattens into the room it was before. By the end of the massacre, he'd managed to get a good sweat in to warm his body up.

"Thanks for watching my back there."

It was only an exercise, but he could feel a synchronicity there that would work well in the field. It'd be nice to do more training with her.

[wheyoftheadept]

"It ain't hard to watch. That was amazing - the way you just," she mimes one of his more dramatic strikes. "It was like watching a storm hit land. You annihilated them."

She grins up at him.

"We make a good team. Should we do this again sometime?"

[garmr]

"Yeah. Joint training drills."

Just like old times, when things were a bit less complicated. He can't help but let a little fondness bleed through, even through the dimming haze of his battled frenzy.

"Next time we can cook up somethin' more difficult."

[wheyoftheadept]

Saturday grins up at him, receiving and returning his fondness. It's nice to have a good fight with a reliable ally. "There's a couple big tentacle-y monsters I've run into. Venom spines and poison spit, a real good time. If we can get the machine to understand what they are, it might be fun challenge? The spit makes you blind, too," she adds. "Real pain in the ass."

Not for Saturday, who actually fights slightly better without sight to distract her, but she has this impulse that surprising Guts would be fun, and Saturday's generally one for following her impulses.