PKA: Fitness Course (Jeran vs Tyren)

[Anatra]

Waking up in the morning with a prepared feeling, I see that Vy isn't in the room. Either she's packed in and gave up on sticking with the male dorms, or she's doing some last minute training for the melee today. The melee, something I need to be prepared for. There's only one thing that can get me up and awake and that is a morning run. It gets the blood flowing, and I can't stand to sit here pretending to sleep for the next hour that leads to seven o'clock, the time of the sparring match. I don't know who it is going to operate. Am I going to get there just in time to see the end of Matt's melee, or am I not? Is it the other way round? We are left in the dark a lot here. Most of me knows it is on purpose, as well.

I slip on some sweatpants and a black tank top and go for a light jog that will hopefully barely break a sweat. The morning is so lovely today. The birds of all kinds of varieties are humming in the sky, whistling their tunes and flapping their wings. The amber flare from the sun is calming and makes the jog much more worth its while. I recall considering waking Matthew from his sleep so he could prepare as well. But I wasn't sure whether he would want that at all. I know I wouldn't want somebody waking me without asking, unless it was needed of course.

I get back from my single lap of the premisses and reenter the warmth of the building. I have forty more minutes to kill and now I'm ready to go already. I could go again, but that may wear me out more than warm me up. Instead I just go to the canteen and get some water and relax in there for half an hour. I was of course going to be right on time rather than early.

When the time finally comes, I'm eager to get this part done since it is the more physically demanding part of the courses I chose. It is also the part I usually excel in due to my career mentality, or past one at least. Down some steps and into the gym I see many peacekeepers working themselves into shape. Men and women. Some stop and stare a little, some don't. Most, like Captain Lussa, know who I am thanks to my dad's reputation. All of them had to do this too, I remember.

We're both in the room. I don't know this one, taller young man next to me. I say young man, he looks similar to my age. I'm shorter though. He looks touch. Composed, and I can tell that he won't just give me a win straight out of the hate. But I also know that winning isn't the aim of the game here. It could be anything from beating them the most, to blocking them the most. Or maybe in between. Lieutenant Commander Lawson says his usual words. "Welcome, Cadets. You will fight until I say stop." He says, and I ready myself but first, I need to shake this kid's hand. I don't know him at all, and if I know anything, fighting can make you friends as much as anything. I hold out my hand, and afterwards with a keen eye, Captain Lussa ticks us off on the list, saying "Tyren Orca, Jeran Ruze, sir." Before she announces; "Begin." Jeran Ruze. Now I know that surname. There's no time to think about it, I have to get ready.

From that moment onward I'm switched. Completely focused. Every inch of my body becomes extensions of my thoughts. I put up a solid guardian for myself with my hands and arms, ready to attack but also defend. Quickly, I jolt forward with haste and with adrenaline building slightly. I fake a punch, but instead I'm going for his shin with my foot. Swooping downward I go for it.

W O R D. C O U N T : 674

N O T E S : Rolls here

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J e r a n R u z e

Sleeping somewhere new has its disadvantages. This place, although its suppose be my home for the next couple of weeks, isn't my comfort area. The bed is nothing like what I've got at home, so falling asleep and staying asleep was hard for me last night. Waking every hour, on the hour is more aggrivating to say the least; tossing and turning. I hate the beds here; hard and unforgiving on the joints. What I have to remember, is that I'm not here for comfort. I'm here to learn. I'm here to make a name for myself and to join the ranks within the capitols backbone; their power, should I say. For some of my own reasons, yes, but nonetheless, I am here to show the capitol that I can be what their looking for.

Looking to the window, makes me wonder what time it really is and with a tilt of my head, I grab the small penlight and click it on, shining it toward the clock on the far end of the room. "Four-thirty." I click the light off as quick as I can, because the sound makes my roommate turn in his bed. It's weird to have to share a room with three people where I'm used to just me in the room and any movements that I do, I don't have to worry about waking someone. Now, I have to respect my fellow cadets. Damn it...

I throw the covers off of my half naked body and let my hands rub my face furiously until I let my hands hang precariously over my knees. I stare into the black nothingness and click the light on again to find my shirt laying at the end of my bed. I bite hard onto the end of the penlight as I throw my uniform shirt on and stand up from the bed and exit the room within a moment. I'm guessing that most of the uniformed officers are up this early, so maybe I'm already getting into order here. That, or they are just as uncomfortable sleeping in these beds as I am. Whatever the case, I'm up and walking down the hallway to the can to releive myself before I have to start worrying about the planned sparring that I'm going to have to participate in first thing this morning. My opponent is completely void to me.

Could it be Vy? Will they do that? But what if it's Matthew? Oh, this will be like Dejavu all over again. I've already kicked his ass once, I can do it again. That thought alone sends a chuckle through me as I leave the bathroom and head back to the room to get dressed for this seven o'clock exercise.

Time is not wasted for the young cause I find myself properly dressed for this spar in a matter of minutes, not waking my bunkmates at all. Mission accomplished. By this time, It's only some time after five but for now, I won't waste my time just sitting around. I head straight for the gym room they have here and start a morning workout to get the tension worked out in my muscles and joints that bed so graciously gave me.

"Six fourty-five. I guess it's time to get where I need to be." I let the weights down easily on the bar and take a huge gulp of air into my lungs as I stare up into the ceiling. I know I can get used to this. Training as a career my entire life has set me up for this. I couldn't be more determinded right now and with my first battle coming, It will make or break my reputation among the ranking officers.

Entering the room, I notice immediately that the guy set to spar with me is someone I don't even recognize, so I'm almost downhearted that it's not Matthew. Then again, this guy seems to be in right shape for this whereas I know Matthew's weak spots. I know how to beat Matthew. This guy? He will prove a challenge and I couldn't hope for more.

"Begin."

Before I know it, the officer announces the fight to begin and this Tyren, wastes no time at all taking the first attack toward me. I keep my hands up toward my face, ready to defend myself, but he pulls a quick switch-a-roo on me and instead of punching me, he aims right for my foot and almost immediately, I feel the crack. As much as the pain radiates through my leg, I keep my composure. Pain is nothing to me. Too many hits and punches I've felt. Too many times of constant berating attacks against my body growing up, this is nothing. Pain is actually a great fuel. Immediately, I resort to shifting my weight all to my heel of my foot and let the pressure off the front of my boot. I glare at the guy in front of me and charge at him without even saying a word.

Instead of pulling any tricks or fake-outs, I aim straight for his face with my balled up fist and if he wants to defend that, then my left hand already seems to be coming in for the same attack.

[Anatra]

Seeing Jeran for the first time proves to be everything I was hoping for. Not Vy, and not Matt. If it were Matt, I would be compelled to dueling with a friend. The peacekeepers wouldn't get to see the truth. If it were Vy, I'd get too frustrated with her, since she would constantly taunt me no doubt. This kid though, he seems like a worthy challenge. First impressions shout the words strong at me, but I catch them knowing that this will be the first fight I've had since the pregames. I won't be letting my guard down in an unarmed duel. It is a duel. Not a brawl. There's nothing reckless about the way I fight. It is always with tact, and finesse. Like a motion of which looks fluent. I don't relent, nor do I take breaks. I have the form of a fighter, and I stand there with my years of career training behind me.

My first attack gained the anticipated reaction from him. He expected my fist to come throwing at his face, but instead I went for his leg. Swiftly bringing my leg back to my form, he comes at me after feeling the force of my kick. He comes at me with what I can only call a relentless attack. It happens quickly, and my instinct brings my palm to his right fist, but I didn't notice his left hand coming in. My right eye takes a severe beating that brings a throb to my head that I've felt before. A daze hits me, but it doesn't stop me from hitting him. I know exactly what to do, or at least my body does. In my attempts to counter attack, I bring my body - which is to his right - across with force to his left, bringing a fist with me which aims directly for his face. If I can catch his nose, I can give him the same daze that he gave me, or worse. I can't have the numbers stacked against me.

I didn't notice it earlier, but Lieutenant Lawson seems to be watching Jeran, whilst Captain Lussa is watching me. I hear nothing from them, and don't look to see any signs of pleasing in their faces.

I feel the blood pump through my veins. It feels like life being restored. Fighting again, finally, after the pregames. That one nearly fatal loss crushed my resolve. But now, it's double the original strength. My scars feel like armour, though the irony is ignored. My muscles feel like fire, but the kind I can control. My heart beats with furiosity. I feel like I can conquer anything. A rush a happiness, only found in the ring of a fight or the sands of an arena. I feel at home. I narrow my eyes at him, and open my mouth. "Concentrate, look for opportunities to disable my attacks." I give the advice. I feel it is necessary. I don't know him, and the last thing I want is an enemy after this is over. He has to know that I'm not just a ruthless brute.

W O R D. C O U N T : 520

N O T E S : Rolls here

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J e r a n R u z e

He is quick. Very quick. It's very apparent already how he just dives into this battle, that he's not only ready for this fight but he's more than ready to attack me like a career turned peacekeeper would. In this spar, we are totally opposites. He's the bad guy and I'm the good. In his eyes, I'm the bad guy and he's the decent one. Both of our mindsets are put against one another just for the simple fact that's why we are both here. We want to become one of those uniformed officers. Those that protect and serve the capitol. One that serves and protects their own family. I know nothing of my opponent, but wouldn't that be a good reason? Family?

Just as soon as my right hand comes right into his face, he blocks it with lightning speed, but he couldn't anticipate my left hand already coming in for a double attack. Ambidexterous. My sister has that skill as well. Instead of fists for her, it's knives. It's a skill I taught her. I told her that in the games, you never know when you will have to rely on a new method. Expect the unexpected and fight with everything you've got. My mind is clear and set. The two uniformed officers over there are nothing but part of the wall. It's only me and Tyren.

My fist suddenly connects with his eye, and I can see, by the look in his eyes, that I've sent him through the wringer. As I thought, he's a tough as nails because he barely even lets that hit take him down. No. He's ready for more already. He's more than skilled when he suddenly crosses over me to the opposite side and I find his fist coming straight for my face and I've no time to react except after the connection to my nose. Immediately, the break is apparent. Not only did the sound tell me that, but the pain that suddenly numbs my face. In any battle, survey the damage later. I sniff up the blood, tasting the metalic metal in the back of my throat.

"concentrate, look for opportunities to disable my attacks." He tells me as though he's my coach or something. What's his deal? This isn't an aggressive fight, so maybe he's got a point. Nothing wrong with giving pointers right? We aren't exactly enemies since I've never met the guy before. THat only makes this spar more realistic due to the fact that we can't anticipate each others attacks. No words of hatred. Just friendly advice. I grin to him.

"Will take that into consideration." I give him a subtle nod, but the moment I do, I charge him immediately, both of my hands aiming right at his shoulders in a flash. In a way, it's like what I did to Matthew that one day I went after him. When I shoved him into the wall, but here, there is no wall. Nothing to hold him up. My movements are so fluid cause the moment I see him moving backwards to the shove, I take a quick sweep to his legs to get my point across.

"Like that?" I give it back to him..

((Notes: Knocked backwards - thrown to ground combo))

[Anatra]

"Will take that into consideration." He tells me and I nod. I prepare for his next move but it takes me by surprise as I expected a more hostile movement. Instead, he does exactly what I didn't expect and that is what I told him; to disable my attacks. He shoves me with both of his hands and quickly takes a sweep of my legs and I'm on the floor. I don't have time to be on the floor, I have a reluctance in staying there. Instead, I decide to push myself up quickly and throw a swiping kick at him as I get up - to my surprise, he's good at dodging that, and it completely misses him. Quickly, though, I go low. But the moment I make contact with his right shin with my leg, I hear a crack. And it isn't bone.

Suddenly, the whole room feels darker and gloomier, and the crack was thunder, lightning coming a moment after and briefly lights up the whole room in one distinct flash that sends a tingle through the floor and through my feet. It isn't disabling, but it is a light sensation that makes your muscles tire a little. I'm still able to cope, though. But then the rain starts, I keep my eyes on him because I had an inkling there'd be a twist, but not like this. It actually feels like the room is getting more and more wet. Little puddles at our feet but nothing more.

W O R D. C O U N T : 000

N O T E S : Using my 'miss' and then my 'Bruised Right Foot' rollsRolls here

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J e r a n R u z e

The moment he's on the ground, I feel elated. I feel my pride soaring but I know better than to just take my eyes off the prize. I have a mission to complete and I have to fulfill it in order to prove myself to these knuckleheads that I'm not someone to play with. Even as he's on the ground, it takes him no time at all to hurry and get up and automatically come back at me with yet another attack. This definately isn't over, and I'm not sure when it will be done. All I know is that the pain that is searing through my face and the stinging sensation throughout my foot is fueling me. It's like a narcotic. Once it's in your system, the need becomes more wanted. More pain for more fuel. With my muscles tense and ready, he sweeps his entire leg at me, probably to kick me in the abdomen, but I suck in my stomach, moving backwards with such an easy movement that he misses me completely.

"Stand your ground." I mutter before he rebounds that lasts attack and hits me right in the shin of my leg. The nerve endings are shooting up my leg even more, and I have to hiss out but it's drowned out by the enormous 'crack' of thunder followed by the flashing lights that seems to overtake this dojo. The one thing that really sends this weird sensation through me is from my feet up as my muscles react differently for a moment. A quick breath then that feeling is gone but leaving me feeling the effects of that 'shock' in my bones. I shutter.

"Interesting effects." I mutter to him, dropping my head so my eyes have to look up at him with nothing but a look of sheer determination within my dark eye. I know he can see it, but can he see me coming? Then the Rain begins to pour downward on us immediately, soaking both of us to the bone. I take that for the perfect opportunity to make my move. I splash some of the water upward toward his face and go in to take my foot and jerk it behind his left foot and bring it upward and the moment I have his foot in my hands, I give it right good twist as another 'crack' of thunder comes outward and echoes loudly throughout the room. The lightning strikes twice, lighting up the room and blinding me for a moment to look at my opponent.

((Notes: Tripped and Broken left foot combo))

[Anatra]

"Stand your ground." He warns me, or was it advice? I can't tell. The rain washes over me now like a shower until quickly it begins to feel more like buckets being poured over me. The kid flicks my foot into the air with a skill I've not seen before, and he grabs it, twisting at it in ways it shouldn't be. I try to escape it, but the crack of lightning shocks me lightly, and him I think. It travels through the water and suddenly it feels tingly to the core. As I reach the ground yet again after he's sent me there, again, another shock. It ripples through me quickly this time, the blinding effect it has gets me taken aback but I fight on through. If there's anything I should be doing, it is not giving in to the effects. They are real, though. So they can be dangerous. Quickly my mind runs around the fact that this much shocking could do harm to me, especially since only being out of hospital for a few months. What if it had an effect?

I'll play him at his own game. He took my foot and manipulated it, so I'm going straight for his with no mercy now. I need to show ruthlessness, only here. Hopefully the rain can hide the self-proposed anger inside me. I run at him, and copy my first move as though I was going to hit him with a fist, but instead I send my right foot scraping across at his shin again, hoping to perhaps decrease his mobility.

W O R D. C O U N T : 000

N O T E S : Using 5107 -- Bruised Right Foot -- 2 damage Rolls here

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J e r a n R u z e

Those lightning strikes seem to do something within my body. It's almost like being shocked when touching metal, but it's a little more intense. Instead of the shock just making it prick the spot where skin meets metal, it's more of a tingling sensation that goes straight toward the middle of my chest. A very odd sensation, indeed. With the amount of rain that's coming down, and the puddles forming beneath our feet I have to wonder if they're going to try to flood the dojo with us in it? The buckets of water falling seems like it would be possible but I don't plan on waiting that long.

How long will they make us go on?

Not but a short moment later, after I take his foot an manipulate it with a hard twist, he gets up and is ready to fight again. The two officers really know how to match up skilled opponents or was it just pure luck? I can barely keep my eyes open more than a squint in this blinding rain and in that moment of my blindness as I move to wipe my eyes free of the liquid, he rushes at me once again. With his balled up fist coming at me once again, I take a step back to dodge it, but in that exact moment, he pulls the same trick on me again.

"DAMNIT." I yell out the moment the pain radiates through my leg again. Why does this guy keep going for the legs? Smart move, if you ask me. What better way than to take down your opponent? I can't help but hobble back a few steps away from this guy in order to get my bearings. It'll be the worse luck ever if he actually managed to break my leg in the first week of training, but he's already off to a great start cause my leg is absolutely on fire, yet the cold rain seems to be having a good side effect.

"Not again, Orca. No more pretend hits." I tell him and test the waters (no pun intended) on putting pressure on my leg. Seeing as how I can stand my own weight, I let that fuel me enough to walk near him, putting my hands up, but it's not to give me a break. Perhaps, a distraction method? With each step, I'm getting closer to him. Each step, I'm planning out my next move. "You know... You'll make a good peacekeeper one day. If you can make it through the course. Think you have what it takes?"

With an quick intake of a heavy breath, I turn on my heel bringing my foot upwards with a great amount of force and aim right toward his middle, not caring to know what part I hit, but I need to take him down.

((Notes: Broken right hand roll))

[Anatra]

Taking his leg high in a kick towards my middle area, he manages to knock my defense heftily. My hand was blocking, with a guard up. It was a poor guard, because I feel a shot of pain through my wrist, but I ignore it. Ignoring it is all I can do, but now I can't use my hand just yet, the numbness dulling any kind of future attack I think. I can't risk it.

The rains begins to dull down, but the simulated wind and icy cold gusts continue. It genuinely feels like we are aboard a ship at sea, not like I would know the feeling though. Quickly, just as he is taking his leg away, I grab it with my left hand and use my right elbow to pin down upon it, trying to weaken his legs so this 'spar' can finish quickly. The rain, wind and shocks are getting too much. It is vital that I keep going, though.

W O R D. C O U N T : 000

N O T E S : Using: 5005 -- Bruised Right Femur -- 3 damage And have one post left to make. Rolls here

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J e r a n R u z e

With our fight, Tyren's a strong opponent. Very in tune with how to counter attack and take a hit. A worthy opponent and hopefully, after all is said and done, I wouldn't mind talking to him on a more casual basis. Perhaps, I'll find out where and with whom he trained. Right now, it won't be much longer. Just as though the atmosphere seems to be telling us that the time might be running out, the nature-like effects of the chilly wind seems to take more into effect than the rain. Both effects though, send chills down my back.

I can see how my latest attack hit his hand and now it seems to be the source of his troubles. No apologies now. No remorse. It's only the time to act. It's just enough that everything happen fast from my last attack of kicking his hand to the moment I feel his hands on my leg. I know the moment he gets a hold of my leg it isn't going to be pretty. Instead of his balled up fist to hit my leg, the hand that I kicked isn't going to be the one to lay into me. It's his elbow and the moment his elbow hits into my upper leg, I do howl out with pain.

I jerk my leg out of his grasp before he can do it again, and I find myself hobbling a few steps away from him, babying my leg. I can't beleive how much that is sending sockwaves through my nervous system. Just to stand on it is making me limp. One more time. Just once more I need to show the people watching I won't back down. It's time to try to finish this once and for all. Shoving my pain into the recesses of my mind, I charge him and bend down so that I can reach around his middle. A tackle. Once more, I need to get him to the ground in order to subdue him from hitting me again.

((Notes: Last roll in this post - Thrown to ground. (Errr.. trying to tackle him to the ground, so he'll fall with him. lol))

[Anatra]

He's got me on the ground again. Again, really? I know all too well how to deal with this though, because it was all part of the career business. All I need to do is be able to shift my weight over him so he rolls, where I'd be then on top and be able to perform the killing blow. Obviously, in this case it wouldn't be a blow at all. I'd half expect the peacekeepers to cancel the fight if I pull it off.

I swivel my legs so that they grip his and use my arms to pull him with me to the side. We roll and suddenly the roles are reversed.

His arms are still wrapped around me as though he has a chance of getting out of the maneuver, but my arms are free so I'm able use them much more than he is. I try to grab at his right arm, wanting to pull him into a submission that would cease the fight hopefully.

As I get to finishing my move, I hear; "Stop." from Lieutenant Commander Lawson. "Stand." He says. Once we have, he reveals our scores.

"Jeran, four." He pauses, for mine I think. "Tyren, four."

I smile, because that's a great result. Out of five, at least.

W O R D. C O U N T : 000

N O T E S : Dat last roll, I think Rolls here