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Reserves: Salle, After Classes

Reserves members had gotten notice to meet in the salle again today, since weapons were on the agenda again. Sharp, shiny ones this time: like the axe Kennedy was holding in a possessive kind of way. Or maybe just an "oooh, shiny" kind of way. Look, the point was you weren't going to pry it out of her hands for a while.

"So today's sort of a repeat of last week, except without getting over random chromosome-swappage and less possible concussions, guys," she said. "Except the chances of accidental mayhem? Way higher."

And Maladicta had a nice, reasonably sized sword at her hip. The kind better suited for a theatrical performance than any actual fighting. Because sword fighting was just messy business, thank you. But it was more elegant than an ax.

She wasn't a dwarf after all.

"So, while you may have brought your own weapons in, we only have practice blades to be tried out for those without," Maladicta added kindly. "If you manage to cut yourself with them, I believe you will deserve the long walk to the clinic."

In other words, please don't cut yourselves, Reservists. Otherwise Zack might end up with less than 99 Potions and that would be sad. Or Kennedy might have to stake Maladicta. Again. Awkward.

"And I'm going to ask the people who do have experience with blades to grab a practise weapon if they're going to pair off against newbies," Zack added, casually standing around with the Buster Sword resting on one shoulder. You know, because it totally wasn't a big deal that he could lift it, he had to just hang around with it sitting there like a sack of potatoes, too. "Real blades are just for the experienced against the experienced, unless you're planning on hitting with the blunt side, if your sword has a blunt side, and ruling out any possibility of thrusting."

Because a conversation about swords wouldn't be complete without Zack making it ten times more awkward with mention of thrusting, after all.

"If anybody needs help figuring out what they're doing, they can feel free to grab one of us for pointers! But for now?" He gave the sword a twirl, and helicopters everywhere became envious of the spin on that blade. "Get to it, guys!"

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Coffee's outside, keeping company with the cookies! If you're twitchy, it's probably best to take it easy on that. If you're drowsy? We suggest espresso. That helps.

Cally was not twitchy. A little nervous about using blades for anything besides cutting dinner or cable-ties, but not twitch--

Right. Perhaps she would stick to the hot chocolate this morning.

Tahiri was twitchy, but for reasons that had nothing to do with the exercise; the gaderffii in her hand looked very sharp and pointy in several places.

There was just a bad feeling about something. She hated that . . .

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So, it had been too long, hadn't it? Cloud supposed one could be a hermit for so long. He would have loved to prove himself wrong, but the text with the mention of swords had been too much. He didn't have anything better to do that day anyway.

Hm, cookies.

If it was bigger than a scalpel or a Swiss Army Knife, Scully wasn't entirely sure what to do with it.

Still, the principles had to be the same. Right?

Goose wasn't twitchy or drowsy. Even though his experience was mostly with firearms his training at Wolf Den had at least ensured him that he was capable of using various types of blades.

Coffee and cookies before sparring. Alexander could barely think of anything better, really.

Or train, as the case might be. If you have no experience with blades, snag one of the practise weapons. If you do have experience, it would be nice of you to pair off with the newbies to show them what's what, but an all-out spar with someone else at your skill level is just fine, too.

No one (except perhaps those even more inexperienced than Cally) would have to use the fact that she was holding a practice weapon to guess that she had no idea what she was doing. All they'd need to see was the look on her face, trepidation dance-fighting against curiosity and losing... but only just.

Scully paused, saluted Cally with a practice blade and dryly said, "We can attempt not to stab ourselves?"

"I don't know; that might be a challenge," Cally deadpanned, studying the completely unpointy point of the sword.

"I know how to cut into things that are standing still," Scully said, pointing her knife at Cally, then pointed it away, giving it a dubious look. "But honestly, I think I'd do better with a baseball bat."

Their expressions could dancefight each other like the Jets and Sharks to see who won the Extreme Doubt awards.

"I wouldn't mind learning how to use a blade to defend myself," Cally admitted. "I'm just not sure hacking away at each other with no training at all is likely to accomplish that, even if we can't get hurt."

"Well. We could approach it scientifically."

This was always Scully's approach, though.

"And see what doesn't work." She frowned. "Try to attack me."

Less hesitation there, Scully.

Dubious alien was dubious (and not yet exposed to LOLcats; someone should really see to that).

Still, she raised the sword and stepped forward, trying for a light hack at Scully's left shoulder. Her balance was was fairly instinctive and not bad, but the force wasn't nearly enough to accomplish anything, even had they been using real blades.

(Someone should! Although Scully was embarrassed at how much she was amused by the damn things.)

Scully had hers up and blocking it, her stance better from gun and fight training, and she said, "Probably moving from the shoulder would be better. That part's true with fighting, so." She returned and aimed for Cally's chest, underhand, and nowhere near fast enough to be difficult to divert.

Cally brought her blade up to block it much more quickly; speed, she had in abundance. Form, not so much, resulting in a broadswordish clang-and-hold-it-there effect rather than a skillful diversion.

"I suspect there's something meant to happen beyond arm-wrestling here," she said, shaking her head and pulling back.

"Hmmm. Well, what do we know?" Scully said aloud, stepping back too. ".. target points. Throat, heart, arteries." She pointed at the side with the carotid artery on her neck, then said, "To get to the heart, it has to be underhand with these, if you're attacking from the front. Otherwise there's all the ribs to get through." She paused. "Arteries on the inner wrists, and inner thigh, too."

Doctors always knew the best areas to attack.

"That makes sense," said Cally, who though no physician, had quite a bit of emergency medical training. "Aiming for the stomach would be underhand as well."

"Right." Which didn't make them any more physically *able* to do this, but at least they had a plan? "Stomach would be perfect. So. Let's see."

She decided to go for a sweeping pass this time, even if it was not as fast as it should be, but with enough force to be something that really needed to be blocked.

Cally's reaction to the change of approach was slower than it should be as well. Still, she caught the trajectory and slashed down to knock it aside, the underside of her blade skittering across Scully's.

Scully was still trying to analyze this, and she now put both hands on the blade to try to pull it back up, frowning and then moving. "Circling would help?" she suggested, then wryly, "If this were a movie, it would also be about ten times faster."

Cally grinned. "We could ask someone to record us, then speed it up..."

Scully gave a surprised laugh, and grinned. "That may be our only option to look like we know what we're doing here."

The Big Sword on his back was not for show only, although it did a good job. He wasn't picky and could easily pick one of the practise weapons, but really, he wanted to swing the Fusion Blades around.

...No thrusting for him, please.

They like pointy things! But they disapprove of actual stabbing here in the Salle. So don't do it!

Odds were high that Zack wasn't going to get to actually face off against anybody while using this particular sword, but he would be happy to pick up a practise weapon and show people what was what with that if the Buster Sword looked a little intimidating.

You know. As intimidating as a sword that was over a foot wide and nearly six feet long possibly could get. No biggie, right?

Hey, hey, hey, Kennedy was not a dwarf, Maladicta, thank you very much. Just because she was off to one side running through some experimental moves with the axe, which took some interesting footwork thanks to her... short...

...LOOK, NOT A DWARF, OKAY.

Even if that holycrapgigantic sword of Zack's dwarfed them all.

Maladicta was still giving that ax a look. Don't lie, Kennedy. Don't lie. She'll know.

Dwarf.

Must not make more terrible thrusting jokes...

Good idea: concentrate on the footwork instead. "See, it's easy! Just a jump to the left, then a step to the right. Put your hands on your hips, and--" Oh. Nevermind then.

But, but, but! THE PELVIC THRUST. It really drives me insaaaaaaane.

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