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Stabbing People for Fun and Profit: Mercenary Work for Beginners, Monday, Period 4

There was a less than pleased and non-bouncy Deadpool waiting for the kids in the Danger Shope, because he had totally remembered to tell them to meet him there.

Okay, so not really, but he did leave a nice note telling them to get over there instead of their usual spot at the main campfire.

"First of all, it seems there was a wee bit of confusion over the assignment from last week," He said, glaring pointedly at a certain boy with a ponytail that was not a wolf tail and he really needed to accept that fact and move on with his life. Oh wait... he wasn't going to have one after Deadpool got done with him. "There is to be no maiming or injuring of Aly because that causes her to stab me in the kidney, and that makes me cranky. And a cranky me means I'm going to take this out on all of you kiddies!"

He grinned and held up a pair of escrima sticks. "Fighting practice today. Pick your weapon and we'll see what you're made of." Pause. "And I hope it isn't pie because that would be both messy and disturbing as then we would have to eat the pie that you are made of and that's cannibalism."

He should add something to that.

"And that only works for soccer teams in the Andes, not for high school students while they're off camping in a disturbingly familiar cliche for horror movies type environment."

Yup, that covered all the bases on that subject.

"So! One on one spar with me. Or my other lil' T.A., Setsuna because we've fought before already and know each other's tricks already." He grinned and looked over at Alec. "Not!Wolverine T.A., on the other hand, is new and exciting and yay for genetic enhancements in a fight!"

There was logic there, really.

"Now, if things get out of hand with Setsuna and any of you, I will intervene and it will not be fun for you. But I doubt that'll happen, she's good." There was a small bounce at that. "Now, are you kids ready to go?"

[[ooc: ~~Please wait for the~~ OCD is up and ready!]]

[[ooc part deux: weapons are completely moddable!

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Wait for the angry, angry T.A. to ping in.

With a set-up like that, it was actually difficult for Setsuna to be angry. She was just kind of pink in the cheeks and grinning, until she found a good nodachi among the ~~moddable~~ weapons. Oncee she had the long blade in her hand, spun it around to find the right grip, and settled into a ready position for the first opponent to spar with, the seriousness settled in quickly. The anger would only be a matter of time...

Edward found a thick walking-stick. It was a little heavier than the one he used, but he kind of liked it. It gave him an idea. He wondered if he could add some of Henry's katana forms to his usual style.
He grinned as he walked over to Setsuna. It was worth a try.

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[ooc: Umm, hate to bother you, but he's Edward Hyde right now. I know, it's a little confusing. Setsuna remembers Edward, right? He's the guy she met in the bar saying that awful stuff about her and blaming it on Henry?]

[[No problem, these two can be hard enough even for me to understand. XD]]

Setsuna quirked an eyebrow as that incorrigible fellow from the bar approached her. With a walking-stick, no less. She lowered her own weapon. "You don't honestly expect me to take that seriously, do you?" she asked.

Edward grinned. "You don't have to."

"That's really the weapon you want to use?" Setsuna asked. "Against live..." well, this was the Danger shop, so... "relatively live steel?"

Edward hit the stick against the ground. It clanged. "I usually do prefer wood, but I think this will do well ehough, don't you?"

"...it's your funeral," Setsuna said, with a shrug, and gave her long blade a twirl in the air before settling with it ready and poised, her positioning following suit. "If you are ready," she said, eyes on her opponent, "let us begin."

Edward held up the walking stick. Anyone who'd seen him fight would note that he normally held it so there was enough weight on the end to swing it and hit with maximum force. But he was thinking about control, this time. He wasn't big on strategy, but he knew he had to try to combat Setsuna's style.
He rushed in.

Setsuna responded to Edward's rushing with a grin, doing the same to meet him with a quick, strong slash for his waist. She wasn't too concerned about the walking stick hitting her; as it was not a blade, it could only strike, leaving bruises and step-backs, but no blood or cuts.

Edward blocked the blow. It was a clumsy block, but it got the job done, and thus he felt a hint of pride. Usually, he just let people hit them. But if he'd heard Setsuna's thoughts, he's have agreed. Blunt instruments were one thing, knives and swords another entirely.

Setsuna pressed into the block, pulling her blade down against the walking-stick slightly, testing the durability of the wood against simple cutting actions like that.

It held. Ebony, if Edward had to hazard a chance. He was going to go out and get one next time he was in London. Feeling confident that it wouldn't break, Edward shoved with all his might against Setsuna's blade.

So the material wasn't quite what Setsuna had expected it to be. That changed things. Slightly. She allowed herself to be shoved back, hopping with it as she distanced herself from Edward for a second. She did a quick arc of her blade to switch her grip on the hilt before lunging forward with a stab to his stomach.

Acutally, this was a block he knew. Ruffians tended to go for the stomach when trying to stab. Of course, the katana was much bigger than even some of the longer knives he'd seen. Time to try to mix things. He gave a more confident block, this time, then went for an attack of his own, moving in and trying to crack the end of his stick on Setsuna's sword arm. He bowled in, forgetting his momentary good defense.

As soon as the weapons departed from the block, Setsuna straightened from her lunge with a fluid turn away from where Edward had moved the staff for an attack. It had her body turning, her blade away from her opponant, but it left her elbow in the perfect position to jerk sharply back into the one side of Edward's lower back. If there was one thing that could be said about Setsuna's maneuvering, it was that she was fast.

If there was one gaping flaw in Edward's fighting, it was that he was far too slow. He took the jab to the back, and grimaced slightly. Good aim.
Trying to keep up, Edward brought his arms around behind him and tried to grab Setsuna around the waist.

Which was a flawed approach as Setsuna was more to the side than behind Edward still. She realized that, if she was quick enough to get the angle, she could had him in this next move. Smirking, she let the approaching arm move her behind him, allowed them both to wrap around her and then, almost ceremoniously, jabbed her sword into his back.

Well...she would have jabbed it into his back, carefully positioned close to her side so that she would have gotten one of his organs easily, but, considering this was a class excersize and not an actual battle, she'd merely pierced through Henry's clothes, scraped the blade against his flesh as it passed through. Hoped he didn't like that shirt too much.

"Dead," she said, pulling her blade back out.

Edward was fine with the damage to the shirt; he liked ruining Henry's clothing. What he could not stand, however, was the humiliation. He let go of Setsuna, got a firm grip on his walking stick, and tried not to seem conspicuous. The fight was supposed to be over, so she wouldn't expect it when he whirled around and-

No!
Henry's voice yelled in his head, and Edward dropped the walking-stick in mid-swing to clutch his head. That hurt.

[[See you later, then!]]

True, the fight was over, but Setsuna wasn't exactly used to the most honest of enemies. Even when they're supposed to be dead, they'll come back enough to stab you through the shoulder, for example, so she could feel the shift in the air and spun around to meet her enemy, lifting her sword, ready to take a block.

Only to hear the walking-stick clatter to the floor instead of against her steel. She blinked, lowering her weapon. "Are you...okay?"

He let go of his head, and tried to ignore the voice berating him. "Fine. Just a headache." He bent down to pick up the walking-stick, but the floor gave an unsteady lurch. Class wasn't over, but it seemed Edward wouldn't be able to stay for the rest of it. He gave a grimace, and made for the door. "Thanks for the fight."

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