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Sparring, practising, slacking off. All goes here.

Fiona was there, feeling a little out of sorts. She wasn't sure if sparring would make it better or worse, but she wouldn't know until she did it.

So here she was.

After a very quick warm-up, Emma stepped forward, tapping her practice blade against her leg. "Right then. Who's first, darlings?'

Dinah gave her a considering look, then grinned. "Why not? Let's see how much trouble we can get into here." Even knowing Emma could read her mind while doing this, Dinah was betting that was too distracting after a while. It'd be interesting to find out if she was right about that.

Emma brought her foil up in a salute, eyes glinting. "Ready when you are, then."

She'd used her telepathy during a fencing lesson before; long ago and far away, to good effect. She just needed to keep it narrowed to Dinah and not the rest of the room, and she'd be fine.

Dinah started circling, and also humming under her breath. Don't try to explain your mind I know what's happening here... Left, then right, and she thought she saw an opening. Dinah lunged, her face lit up. Battle!

Edited 2009-10-19 20:16 (UTC)

Ah yes, the bad part about dealing with other telepaths; pushing past conscious thought to find the unconscious.

Still, Emma didn't need her powers for this. She brought up her blade to block, sliding into a coulé to test Dinah's defenses.

Dinah took a step back, glad they'd been drilling on footwork for the last few weeks, not off-balance yet, but frowning hard as her sword came up to block, then tried to divert Emma's sword upward. The song drifted in and out, not conscious, softening as she considered her next move.

Dégagement, and Emma pressed forward with a fente, intent on pressing her aggressive advantage. She wasn't going to give Tweets time to consider her moves, if she could help it.

Reflexes kicked in at that point, turn-step-engage and Dinah quit thinking temporarily, hearing Arthur's voice in her head, going on about doing this as reflex. Meaning, already knowing what she was supposed to do, like she did with hand-to-hand. For Dinah, that meant kicking out at Emma, trying to herd her sideways, as she brought her sword around, trying to get through her guard.

Emma tsked disapprovingly at the kick -- this was fencing, not kickboxing -- and brought her foil up into a Tierce to block Dinah's assault, spinning to attack in quartata.

If she was lucky, she'd land a hit. And even if she didn't, she was rather sure that her exposed back would be too tempting a target for the little bird to pass up.

To Dinah's mind, it was whatever worked-- but Emma's spin was far, far too tempting to resist, since she knew what a target she presented herself when she did that. Forgetting that this was Emma, and she always had a reason, Dinah slashed forward, mind lit up with glee at the opportunity.

Emma was already moving -- down -- dropping into a slide and using her momentum to try and count coup by smacking her blade against Dinah's shins.

Hey, if the birdie wanted to play rough by kicking, that meant she could cheat too.

That only got the editorial comment of "Ow!" as it connected, and no other protest, because yeah, fair was fair. That was going to bruise. Dinah jumped back, wincing, then brought her sword down and across, aiming for Emma's arm and hoping to knock her blade out of her hands from sheer reach and height, even if the speed wasn't there.

Emma went for a parry that would have gotten her wrists smacked for recklessness back at her old school, contorting her arm and torso to bring the blade around into septime haute after Dinah's first hit, defending her arm and shoulder from any more attacks until she could stagger to her feet.

Still, the foil was still in her hand, and she was up again, waiting for an opening.

"Nuts," was Dinah's breathless comment, because Emma was good, and it was impossible to tell if that was the telepathy, but she suspected not. Also, still ow. Faster than her, okay. More practiced. Well. Go down swinging. Dinah gritted her teeth and went into one of the basic attacks, as fast as she could, hoping Emma would make a mistake.

Lion-o was definitely not slacking off today. He launched himself right into a few drills, and would be more than happy to spar with a partner.

Ellie practiced a few drills mostly to make sure she still knew what to do. She wasn't sure she was ready for sparring, but she would if asked.

The practice sword felt good in Rose's hand after a week off, and she worked through drills thoughtfully, keeping an eye out if anyone wanted to spar.

"Hey," Zayne said, walking up to Rose. "Do you need someone to spar with?"

"I'm up for it," Rose said with a smile at him. "Are you offering or just asking."

"That depends on if you think a sneak attack might work against you," Zayne said.

"Not anymore," she pointed out. "I think for a sneak attack to be sneaky, you can't really ask first."

"That's probably true. But then it would be even more surprising if it worked," Zayne said, lifting his modified practice sword and settling into his regular stance.

"I hope you'd kick my ass if it worked," Rose said, settling into her own position and jabbing towards his shoulder with her sword.

"With my luck, you'd end up getting the drop on me," Zayne said, bringing his sword up to deflect the jab. He followed through with his motion, bringing his sword down toward her sword arm.

Because Jedi seemed to love swinging at limbs with their swords.

"I wouldn't mind that," Rose admitted, pulling her arm back to prevent ending up like a Skywalker.

Her instinct was to throw a side kick, but swordfight so she stopped herself, taking a second before trying a low slash towards Zayne's middle.

Zayne spun his sword down quickly to meet Rose's. "You'd really take advantage of an unlucky sparring partner like that?" he asked. He took a step to the side and jabbed his blade at Rose's midsection.

Edited 2009-10-20 03:30 (UTC)

"Um, yeah," Rose agreed, holdong her sword vertically as she just barely managed to deflect his jab. "Wouldn't you?"

"Not in sparring," Zayne said, taking a could steps back to regroup. "But that's probably so the other person would remember it the next time I screwed up, and maybe it would save me from getting smacked with a wooden sword."

"Get hit now to prevent getting skewered later," Rose pointed out, shuffling forward to attempt a high slash.

"So who'd you piss off earlier?"

"It was a class assignment," Zayne said, ducking late enough that the sword brushed through his hair. "I'm pretty sure it was nothing personal." He rose with a jab at Rose's shoulder.

"Is it permanent?" She teased, pivoting out of the way of the strike and aiming her own slash low on his rib cage, trying to time it before he could recover his guard. "Cause it's a good look."

And that hit him right on the side. "Ugh," he grunted before taking a couple steps back. "Thanks. But I don't think Lady Ghanima would go that far." But he couldn't really be sure."

If the good Captain is here.

Algren was here, indeed. And thankful to be. After spending a week on a nearly deserted island, he had been looking forward to coming to supervise the students and their flimsy little fencing rapiers.

Aww, kids.

Monday sucked. Skip it.

Skip It (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5eNcFRit8M)?

I always wanted one of those!

We had one! Unsurprisingly, it was nowhere near as fun as you would have thought. :(

Fencing Club - The Salle, Afternoon After Classes

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