http://bound2blade.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bound2blade.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-04-28 11:56 am

The Salle; Saturday Morning.

After doing her morning forms and finding herself a modest breakfast, Setsuna went to locate her bokken, having remembered that it was kept not in her room but in the salle. And, once she was down there, of course, she had to practise. There was so much space, and it was nice and quiet and perfect for a good session.

"Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!" little Setsuna swung her bokken as her as she could and tumbled around and fought all sorts of invisible enemies that were nothing when faced with her mighty blade! She was going to be the best warrior in the world one day!


[[ because even a mini-Setsuna is unhealthily obsessed; open for all your salle needs! ]]

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
His flippy and her boppy kinda made the two of 'em lean to the side. Really far to the side. Bam. Now they're on their sides.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
John rolled into a crouch, like he'd been told, focusing on the weapon and disarming, like he'd been taught.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Again, John sidestepped and instepped into her, his right hand smacking her right hand just on the other side of the hilt as he spun into her to elbow her with... his... elbow. LIke an elbow does.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
John spun himself around to face her, launching a kick at her sword wrist.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
John drops to the ground on his shoulders, trying to capture the wee!tiny werechickchickchick with a scissor hold or at least a leg sweep.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
John smiled, and laughed, but not meanly. he made a mental note to try that move later. And not suck at it like a girl would.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Can't yet. Need practice. Stay on the ground, it's safer."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
"So I'm notta good warrior," he says, grinning. "Mom says I'm a fighter, and fighters win cuz that's what fighters do."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
"You want me with a bokken or barehanded?" he asked, grinning.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
"So I should go get two, then?" He grins. He got his sense of fairness from his mom. If he's lucky, it won't be a genetic trait. If the world's lucky, it wont' have to be a genetic trait.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay. So... you wanna fight, or you want me to win?" Gleeeeee!Grin!

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Okies!" he said, racing to get a bokken. He finds one that fits his short frame, and swings it around, making swooshy noises. He finds the button to turn it on, and makes better swooshy noises, while breathing like an asthmatic

He concentrates, centering his chi, focussing it on the swordy in case he needed it. "ready!"

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2007-04-29 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Okies. I fight to win!" he said, closing his eyes to concentrate on his chi and making it go in his sword. He opened his eyes, and charged at the wee!werechickenette with a sideways slash with a glowysword.