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[kindtocrows]

Sidia gave a slight smile and nod as if to say you're welcome. Then she heard something going on nearby.

"Looks like the first training match is set up."

She looked over to see the aztec and Leon fighting. "Huh, what an interesting match up," she commented, "Leon's actually not doing too bad." It looked like Blood Coyote (didn't he have a shorter name? she couldn't remember it) was going easy on Leon and coaching him through the fight. She hoped to find a sparring partner herself soon. Maybe she'd challenge the winner? Or maybe James? Though, would he even want to fight using a melee weapon right now? She didn't want to push him, so she decided she'd challenge the winner of this match unless someone challenged her first.

Though for now she kinda just wanted to watch and see how this went. Plus, it was a good chance to get some idea about how the aztec fought.

[Cody999]

Garath watched the mismatched pair, Leon and Eztli started sparring. Garath would have liked to spar with the Aztec or anyone for that matter, however his ceremonial armor locked up if he moved to fast and it took a long time to remove. So instead of looking for training fight Garath just leaned against a wall and started absently swinging his axe around.

[Kpyna]

 The sword slammed into Leon's scimitar, and Leon cringed as he felt his wrist twist in a manner it was not meant to. He took a sharp inhale, and swore audibly. He took a second to move his wrist. It felt pretty nasty, so he changed his sword to his other hand. He wasn't as good with his left hand, but you never knew when you'd only have one hand available. "I'm still in, just for a little while longer," Leon informed Eztli, shaking his hand. He hoped it wasn't broken. Note to self, this weapon is not good for blocking...

Leon tried to do another swing with his left hand towards Eztli's torso, but his thrust was rather awkward.

[Wolstenholme]

Lucille considered the shot Damien had just made he'd said "Damn, look at that" however hadn't specified what exactly he was damning. Was he condemning his shot? He looked too proud for that. She dismissed it and replied with "Have you been practising?!" she laughed and then focused on the bow.

She felt a certain aptitude and familiarity with the bow that she couldn't explain. She pulled another arrow from the quiver and fixed it to the bow the same way she had with the one before. Don't worry if you miss, though. she told herself. It's only your second arrow and the last one could have been a fluke. She stuck out her tongue slightly in concentration, raised the bow and focused the shot towards a point just above the head as her last shot had gone lower than the place she'd aimed it at.

She loosed the arrow and flinched in pain - the bowstring had sprung backwards into her face! "Ahhhf" she exclaimed. Her arrow had flown though. Its tip, when she looked, was buried in the chin of the mannequin. Lucille smiled widely. "How about that then?" She looked at Damien as if to challenge him to shoot closer to one of the targets.

[Danatales]

Damien blinked and glanced at Lucille as she made her remark. He breathed a laugh, "Hey, it's been a while since I shot something, alright? That was pretty good for the first time in, like, forever." He shrugged and wiped off the gun barrel, "I'm rusty." He still felt good about the shot, as poor as it was.

However, out of the corner of his eye, he watched Lucille fire her bow. Even though the bow gave her a bit of a slap in the face on the drawback, the arrow had managed to land in a pretty good position, the target's 'chin' area. He turned and narrowed an eye. It looked like only her second shot, the first also pretty good. He felt a competitive streak flare up inside him. Especially once she tossed a 'How about that, then?' his way.

Snorting, he tightened his grip on the rifle, "So you got a pretty good shot with some fancy arrows. No big deal." Turning to the target with a renewed purpose, Damien held up the gun and aimed. His hands were still a bit jittery, and he had to take a few quick breaths to get them calm down a little. C'mon, Damien, don't let he show you up! With a tight grit of his teeth, he narrowed his eyes and fired.

The blowback not as bad as the first time, with Damien only having to stumble back a step or two. Running a hand through his golden hair, he looked up, breathing quickly. A slow grin managed to work its way onto his face, though, as he noticed a bullethole clean through the left side of the target's 'chest'. A much more decent shot than the first one. "Yeah! Eat that!" He cried in victory, winking at Lucille and holding the rifle over his shoulder.

Clipper, meanwhile, has managed to tear himself away from the shiny weapons long enough to peer in on Leon and Eztli's little sparring session. The crow watched from the floor, amazed at the fighting prowess of the Aztec (and the future boy, to a lesser extent). He blinked, looking down at his own sharp talons, and tried to imagine them holding a word or mace.
"...That would be quite heavy," He remarked to himself, clicking his beak.

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

The Aztec's attack came a bit stronger than he intended, and Leon looked injured. Before he could speak, the man changed the weapon to his non-dominant hand and attacked again, albeit with less finesse than he would have with his right hand.
Eztli admired the man's quickness to attack after being mildly injured. He didn't look trained for combat, and given the situation he wasn't in any sort of blood lust that the pain could be shrugged off. For someone with little apparent training in fighting, this man was doing well enough that he *wasn't* completely horrible. But this was just the Aztec's opinion: his whole life was about training for war and battle. He didn't know of life outside of bloodshed and screams.

Eztli blocked the man's attack as he would have with a club. But, considering the weapon's weight was still foreign to Eztli's hands and Leon's awkward trust, Eztli almost lost his balance.
"Good. Like spear. Hard to stop." he told the man as he regained his composure.
"You have warrior spirit. Fight past pain. Ignore injury and chance of death."

[Kpyna]

 "Thank you," Leon said, cracking a small smile. He never thought he'd have his fighting style complemented by an Aztec. "Hey, is it alright if I trade weapons to something you're good at, so you can teach me a thing or two? I don't like this weapon as much as I thought I would. What kinds of weapons did you all use? Spears?" Leon said, turning his back to Eztli and looking at the rows of weapons. He already had some competency with spears, but nothing too serious -- especially compared to what the jaguar would know.

He used his hand to wipe his hair back again. He didn't think he would be so comfortable around a frightening looking man like Blood Coyote, but he found himself relatively at ease after fighting with him. He was greatly experienced, and made a great mentor.

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

Eztli considered his words. The man sought to learn a weapon Eztli was accustomed to. Though the request was a bit out of line for someone not of Aztec blood, there was no reason Leon could be taught how to wield a good weapon. Especially if the teacher was Eztli himself. Besides, if what the woman from much earlier said was true, there were no Aztecs left. These strange beings were his new family, his new people.

Eztli approached the wall and returned his mace. He looked along the massive stockade of weapons, running his hand along the various shapes and metals, until he found a simple club. It didn't have the broken pieces of obsidian like the Maquahuitl, but it looked effective. Unbeknownst to the Jaguar warrior, he grabbed what was essentially a strong cricket bat. He also grabbed a shield made of material he was familiar with. It was a buckler, though he didn't know that.

"Maquahuitl. Club. Used to smash. Made from wood." he told Leon with a slight smile. "When I was young, I used this to break enemy's knees. That is how I became Jaguar warrior." He held the weapon out to Leon for him to take. "Attack. I block. Show you how to get past defenses."

[Wolstenholme]

"Eat that?" Lucille repeated "You have a funny way of saying things!" she had gotten the drift of his exclamation though, he had accepted her challenge and now they were in a sharp shooting battle which probably wouldn't end until one of them had hit the middle of the target. She wondered how many times he had shot a gun before, how big her handicap was. The only weapon she had ever held before this was a butter knife that she had used in personal defence before - she never got to use it though because it had turned out her assailant was just her friend playing a trick.

How many arrows would she use before she managed to hit the centre of the target? She decided to find out. She rubbed her stinging lip for a moment before repeating the process of removing an arrow from her quiver, fixing it to the bow and aiming. She aimed ever so slightly above the outer circle of the target where the mannequin's heart was. She made sure to hold the bow a little from her face to avoid another accident and she loosed the arrow. It flew gallantly and pitted itself in the second ring towards the centre, of which there were 4, an outer red one, then white -to which Lucille's arrow was now attached, then blue and the centre was red.

She smiled at her triumph and without feeling a need for words to explain herself, she looked over to Damien and made a small "Hmph?" as if to confirm that he could do no better.

[Kpyna]

 Leon picked up the bat. It looked like a baseball bat had been flattened like a pancake. However, it had some decent weight to it. He held it like a baseball bat, with his two hands around the gripping area. He saw that the warrior had brandished himself with a shield. Hmm... he probably wouldn't see this coming... Leon thought, swinging the bat by his shoulder, and swinging it into Eztli as if he was a gigantic, human baseball.

He tried to his best to suppress his memories of playing baseball at home as a kid.

[kindtocrows]

Well, the fight was over, but it looked like Eztli was now training Leon. She decided she ask one of them for a match some other time. For now, maybe she should work with long range weapons. She explained to James, "Well, if you need help with anything, I'll be training with long range weapons. See you later." She lay the sword she had been holding against the wall and moved to the other room.

Looked like Lucille and Damien were already there. "Hope I'm not intruding," she said, trying to be polite.

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

Eztli looked down at his shield as Leon grabbed the bat. This shield had bits of something shiny embedded into it and was made of a solid wood with what looked like hide on the outside. Easy to maneuver and small enough to put down should there be need to attack with both hands. A sudden feeling of unease came over Blood Coyote.

He ducked, though not fast enough. With a loud smack, Leon struck him on the side of the head. Eztli fell to his knees and held himself up with his free arm. An unexpected attack. Effective, though of questionable morality. The Aztec licked his lips and tasted some blood. His ears were ringing as he slowly stood up. He looked to Leon with a stern glare. He let out a soft snarl, complete with raising the edge of his mouth to bare his teeth.

[SirBlaziken]

James nods, he didn't need help with long range combat. Every weapon he has is basically long ranged. The soldier looks the blade of his knife over. It looked nice and sturdy, the wooden handle felt surprisingly comfortable to him. Why does this feel.... comfortable to me? Very odd. James takes a few test swings with the knife, it felt.... almost like a part of him. The soldier was frightened in his mind by this.

This feels..... natural to me. What's going on? Is this.... my knife? James looks into the blade, it's so shiny.... he can see his reflection in it. There are dummies at an end of the melee training room, away from everyone else. No one is in his line of sight. He holds the blade in a neutral position, then in a throwing position. James looks again, no one in his way. The soldier throws the knife at a dummy, it lands in the shoulder. "Guess I know what I will use." James says quietly to himself, walking past Leon and Blood Coyote to the dummy that so kindly caught his knife for him. The soldier dislodges the knife from the dummy and looks to the blade again, no knicks, still shiny. The dummy, on the other hand, had a good sized cut in it from the thrown knife.

Wow..... this knife is a quality knife. I like it a lot.

[Kpyna]

 Leon dropped the weapon to the ground, immediatelyrushing towards Eztli. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't think I would actually hit you!" he said, panicking, and not wanting to lose what he was developing to Eztli. When the snarl came, leon almost jumped back. "I know that hitting people in the head, especially with force like that, is really wrong. So you can just unleash your worst on me. Take a swing, ruin my face with that shield... Just try not to kill me," Wayleon said, eyes flashing with panic.

[Cody999]

Garath started towards Eztli and Leon stopping briefly to complement James "Good throw." he said, nodding. When Garath was within sprinting distance of the sparring match he stood ready to jump in and intercede, for while Leon had struck first  Garath was sure a big warrior like Eztli could take it in stride, but despite Leon offering to get hit by Eztli Garath was unsure if he could take a hit from the Aztec. So Garath stood there with his axe looking slightly menacing.