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"Well, guys," said Gladio, with a big grin at the class as he gave the big sword that had been wresting on his shoulders a casual little twirl off of it and to his side, "it's the last class, which pretty much means I want you guys to really work on what we've gone over this semester, ask any questions if there's anything you'd like to learn a little more about or if there's anything I didn't touch on that you were sort of hoping I would and pretty much get in at least one more good session of sparring and practicing.

"Now, the real tricky thing with a class like this," he added, "is that these are skills that need to keep being worked on and practiced beyond these seven weeks. If you were here to just sort of give it a try and see if you like it and that's that, then I hope you at least got plenty to take with you. But if it's something you took because you were hoping to develop this skills for good, then remember that this doesn't end here. It's important to keep going, and while training on your own might work for you, just know that I'm willing to take this beyond this classroom, too. If you're interested, let me know, maybe we can arrange some sort of extra-curricular thing. I am always up for more training, more learning, and more fighting."

His grin flashed broad again.

"But enough talk. Let's get warmed up, and let's get to hitting things with big, sharp sticks."
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"This probably isn't going to surprise any of you by now," said Gladio, starting the class as usual with the sort of grin that suggested he was really looking forward to making your arms really hate you after this class again this week, "but I wanted to use this week to focus a little bit more on working with both shield and sword together. We're going to review some more basic styles and pitfalls with this combination, but I'd also like to explore with you guys a few ways to use the shields a bit more offensively, as well as defensively. You've got this big piece of sturdy metal in her hands, might as well make the most out of it, right?"

He didn't wait for an answer before clapping his hands to rally them.

"Right! So, let's start warming up, and we'll get right into it!"
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There was something new in the danger shop training area today! In addition to the usual racks of big sharp sticks, there were also racks of ridiculous shields to match the ridiculous swords now! And Gladio grinned at everyone, giving them a nod and hoping they were already knowing to start stretching and warming up while he talked, because they were, of course, getting right into it.

"Today," he said, "after we go through our review and practice of the stuff we've learned so far, we're adding a new element to the fighting today and working a little bit with shields. We've been focusing a lot on the big two-handed swords so far, and, while I know I still prefer a greatsword or broadsword even with a shield, I know I'm an exception for being able to handle that. So I've brought in some smaller one handed swords, too, but honestly? I'd really like to focus on just the shields today, and next week we'll work on integrating both of them, especially for the beginners in the class.

"So what we're going to do is simple. I'm going to teach a few shield techniques, and you'll pair up and take turns with one on the offensive with the sword and the other on the defensive with the shield, and then you'll switch, to help get a feel for it. If you've already got experience with shields, then consider it another good brush up on the basics. So let's head into warm-up and review, and then we'll get into some shield work."
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"Alright, everyone," said Gladio, with the expected nod and a moment to sort of crack his knuckles before really getting into today's lesson, "we've been learning a lot of stuff so far, and it's great, and I've been seeing a lot of you taking some of this training outside the classroom with supplemental workouts, and I can't even tell you how good it is to see that! After all, there's only so much that can be done once a week in a classroom; I try to give you the tools to really excel in swordwork like this, and some of you are taking those tools and using it to build something great, and I love to see it.

"And the thing with building on something is that you add a little bit each time while making sure the foundation's still strong. So, today, we're going to do a small bit of recap to really keep driving in those basics before we move onto something a little more focused. Specifically...well, we called it something else where I'm from, but here, it's been known as a Meyers Square, which you can see I've got a few mock-ups behind me. The goal of this exercise is to teach you to swiftly cut through and along the line of your previous attack, a little one-two move meant to work against your opponent's defense. It might seem a little technical and complex at first, but once you start to recognize the trick of the pattern, it should start to flow much more easily.

"But we'll get to that in due time. For now, we've got warm-ups and review, then we'll learn more about the Square, and then hopefully still have time for some sparring in again this week, too. Anything in particular you want to go over before we get into it?"
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"Last week," Gladio said, "we talked about a lot of the basics of sword work, had some time to sort of play around with some different sizes and styles to get a feel for it, and also try a few standard moves and stances. Now, we're going to put some of that together with a few basic fighting techniques against each other.

"Now, we've got a really wide range of experience and skills in this class, so some of this is going to be really rudimentary for some of you guys, but I still want you to really focus on it and treat it like it's a new skill for the first time. A lot of times, when we're doing something often, we lose track of some of the mechanics on those little things that we believe to be second-nature by now. Really focusing on them is a good way to sharpen thing back up and fix any little bad habits that may have been developing in the meantime. And if you haven't done it in a while, it's a great way to bring those good habits back. And once I go over the instructions, I want you to find a partner and give it a try. We've an uneven number, so I'll be happy to jump in there myself. Try to find someone who matches closely to your own experience level, though. I've no doubt you more experienced swordsmen'll help out our newbies, but I don't want anyone feeling too overwhelmed, and I want this to be a collective learning experience, you know?

"So, today, we're going to learn about a simple overhead strike from above, the defensive tactic to counter it. Then, a counter to the counter, and then two different methods of a strike to perform if your opponent, instead of countering your initial attack, takes a defensive maneuver instead.

"We'll go over the techniques, practice some of the moves on your own as I lead you through them, and then partner up and try to recreate them, taking turns on who has the first attack. If you start to feel you've got it down pretty well, feel free to try other approaches if your sparring partner is comfortable with that, otherwise...practice makes perfect. It might be boring and repetitive, but it's helpful in building up muscles and muscle memory so that, in the moment of a real attack, you can think fast and let your body to most of the work on its own."
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The training space that Gladio had set up in the danger shop for his class was large, and a little on the fancier side, bringing to mind some of the training spaces at the citadel, the wide open spaces under a very, very tall domed ceiling (needed lots of vertical space, really, for teleporting and lancers like Iggy), flanked by large marble columns running along the length of the room. There were a few practice dummies, of course, some mats, and a rack of weapons waiting, most of them massive in size, some taller even than Gladio himself, but several smaller (but no less ridiculous) ones as well.

And he stood at the center of all of it with a big grin on his face and his hands on his hips as he waited for everyone to file in.

"Hey, guys," he started, "and welcome to Hitting Things With Big, Sharp Sticks, which is just fancy way of saying this class is all about swords. Especially big swords, because I'm a big guy and I like a big sword to match," yes, that grin showed that he knew exactly how that sounded, "and I wanna teach you guys how to handle those big heavy swords yourself."

Yup, that, too.

"Now, today," he said, "we're going to keep things pretty simple. I'd like to start with some introductions: name, any weapon handling experience, any battle experience, maybe what you're hoping to get out of the class. And then you're going to go ahead and try and find a sword that you feel comfortable with; I'm not expecting anyone to be wielding a big greatsword like I'm using toting around, although if that's your style, even better. But nothing wrong with starting out where you feel the most comfortable, and then we'll work up to it. Once you've got a sword that feels pretty good, we're going to go over some basics on how to use them, we'll talk about whether or not what you've picked is the right fit and how you can tell, and then we'll go over some of the fundamental swings involved.

"I've also got some bamboo training swords that aren't danger shop generated," he gestured toward those, "so you can take one home to practice in your off time, if you want. It's not required, but I highly recommended it if you really want to take what you're learning during class and have it stick in any useful way.

"So, with that said," he clapped his hands together, "introductions! While others are going, take some time to stretch out and warm up if you haven't already, because this class is definitely going to be a work-out, especially for those arms! Who wants to get started?"
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"So, it's your final class with me," Deadpool started, walking around ye olde danger shoppe as people arrived. "And I don't really get with the whole testing thing, so..."

He shrugged.

"Battle royale? Yes, yes. Danger shop keeping you safe blah blah blah don't be stupid blah blah blah--Not the point. I brought popcorn so I expect to be entertained. And no one better shout 'Are you not entertained?!' at me because I love that movie and you're not foolin' anyone with stealin' the line. Got it? Good. Now have fun."

Swordplay, Thursday

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009 06:11 pm
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There were jingle bells everywhere on Deadpool's uniform. And elf booties.

He hated this island. Hated it with enough force that he was contemplating some sort of editorial edict. Or maybe complaining to LJ. Either or, man.

"So, last week we had Thanksgiving. So, I hope you enjoyed stuffing your face around familial dysfunction because today we're talkin' about fair play and ethics and crap." Oh yeah. You can feel the enthusiasm.

"Like... bringing a gun to a knife fight, kicking an opponent when he's down just for the funsies, or holding a loved one hostage." A beat. Though that sometimes backfires..."

Damn those Avengers!

"So, today I want you to partner off and come up with ways to beat your partner using the most unscrupulous methods possible."
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Deadpool had a little movie clip all set up for the class this morning before they were allowed to play smack each other around with swords. "I hope you all had a very informative and bitchy time last week while I was a dingo. Props to anyone who gave me food. And a very disappointed shake of the head toward those who didn't. For shame."

Seriously, what better time to suck up?

"So, today we'll be lookin' into usin' two swords at the same time. Not that most of you have the coordination or anything, but you can pretend to with the practice swords so I can be pretty sure you won't cut off a limb. I mean, Christ kids. Do you have any idea how messy that is? Blood everywhere! And people tend to throw up and it's just not pretty. So, check out this poor quality, mostly unbelievable example of the skill."

A beat.

"Heh, you can see the wirework. Oh, I love it when they leak this shit on the internet before it's time."
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When the students filed into the classroom today, they might notice that the usual guy in the red pyjamas was not actually there. There was, however, a dingo. And a Zack, standing near said dingo, scratching his head and looking very perplexed indeed.

"Arthur, I think this is Deadpool," he noted, and then he shrugged and pulled a ham sandwich out of his pocket. Look, if your pockets were as deep as Zack's, you'd carry a ham sandwich or ninety-nine around with you near lunchtime, too. "I mean, he's kinda got that look to him, you know?"

That crazed dingo look.

"Because what we needed were more animal transformations," Arthur muttered. Not that he was grumpy. "All right. We have a duty to fulfill. Zack, round up everyone--"

"--Arthur! Look! I can make him sing for the ham!"

The resulting howl was possibly the most horrible noise that the world had ever known.

Arthur reached over and soundly smacked Zack over the back of his head. That one was deserved. "While your lack of attention is bad enough at the reserves," he hissed, "Try and stay serious while we are in a teaching position."

Zack kinda grimaced, and then threw the sandwich entire at the dingo. The Deadpool. The Deadpool-dingo. Which was kinda the coolest thing ever and oh, maybe if he'd kept the sandwich, he could have made him do tricks!

"Right! So, class assignment, or something. Uh." Zack looked sideways at Arthur, smiling sheepishly. "We're in the Danger Shop. I say we program in some wild animals and let you guys fend them off. With swords, naturally."

Arthur rubbed his forehead. "Naturally," he said, dry as the desert. "In an orderly fashion. Try to achieve some kind of--" He made a vague, sweeping gesture with his arm, "Verisimilitude." He paused, and considered the class. "You have my guarantee this exercise will aide you. You can never plan enough for sudden attacks by," giant, man-eating, "beasts."

[[ wait for the ocd up! ]]

Swordplay, Thursday

Thursday, November 5th, 2009 05:31 pm
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"So, I've noticed folks don't wanna play all the reindeer games here. This makes me a very sad panda, people. Look at my sad panda face."

It was covered in a mask, Deadpool.

"Regardless! Today I want you all to partner up and spar. Annd none of that foam weapons, hanging out in the quad on a Saturday to hit each other with your magic missiles and your tempting geeky ways of working out the pent of frustration. Dear god I want a foam sword to see if I can brain someone with it."

Sometimes his mind worked in interesting ways. But he shook that off. "So get to work!"
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"Well," Deadpool said, pacing about the danger shop. "I was gonna have a real class for ya'll with the seriousness and talking about danger and blah blah blah. But you know what? It's Halloween Week. Halloween, people. I want funsies with candy."

Yeah, this can only end well.

"So, today you'll all be learning the very important skill of fighting a non-human opponent. I was gonna do aliens and dinosaurs and cool shit like that, but instead you all get beloved mascots of delicious treats. If you win, you can feast on their delicious nougaty centers of their souls. If you lose... well, let's just say the black market for kidneys is good business."
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"Back again, back again. Isn't it fun, kids?"

Deadpool didn't wait for a response because this was his narrative and he'd do as he damn well pleased. See? Doing as he pleased. Might even start playing the kazoo for the hell of it now.

Just because.

"So. It's time for more sparring! Yaaaay!" A beat. "Or I could pit you in Thunderdome-ish battles to the death. Or severe wounding. Or maybe just until someone cries and runs. Ah, screw it. Minions! Fight for my amusement!" He said, waving vaguely at the TAs.

Cut for Sassy length... not dirty )
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Today there was a pile of bandages and... Hello Kitty bandaids. Because those would help in sword related injuries.

True story.

Cut for Skywalker-ish injuries )
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It was that day. That maaagical day. Finally, people would be allowed to get with the fighty.

Deadpool was all a twitter. And possibly updating his Twitter. Who knows?

OMFG class is starting. I need a better cellphone.

"So, we all know what today is, riiiiiight class?" Deadpool asked, pacing the danger shop as he shoved his cell phone back in one of the handy pouches. "Oh yeah, it's the day you all get to try out the swords for realio."

He waved over toward some vests, helmets and foils.

"Since, this is the first one time, we'll start easy with fencing foils. They make a beeping noise when you poke someone with them."

There was a pause before he rather suddenly poked one of his TAs with it to get an obnoxious beep. "See?"

Arthur shot him a look that was distinctly unamused, but chose to say nothing. For now.

Next time he was gonna pick the fun TA to stab.

"So, partner up and see if you can play Frere Jacque with the beeps!"
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"I hope you're all done being traumatized from yesterday, because today we get to play with big phallic symbols."

Deadpool was so caring about his students.

"So, today we'll be looking into why we practice. Practice makes perfect. Hang in there, kitty. Soar. All those shitty motivational posters you see in the guidance counselor's office and mock on the inside while you smile and nod along with the idea that, yeah. It's totally a great plan to go in for an Sociology or Philosophy major without any plans to go onto grad school. There are dozens of jobs out there for someone like you! McDonalds is hiiiiring!"

Again, you can feel the love. Feel the love. Can ya feel it yet?

Deadpool cleared his throat, pacing to the middle of the room. Because this was important. Really now. "I want you to break off into teams of two and come up with a list of reasons why you all need to actually work on this shizzy. You know, the usual stuff. But I want something fun on it. Like 'Practice is important because then we won't get our hands cut off like a punk while we attempt to juggle swords even though the television warned us to leave this to professionals, but did we listen? Noooooo.' You know. Stuff like that."

A beat.

"And yes, next week you get to hit each other. Get your asses working on this."
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A big fan of the handwaving, despite not being a Jedi, Deadpool was in ye olde Danger Shop with more than just a few neato wooden sticks that you get at anime conventions. Though he didn't get his there.

...okay, only two of them. But it was a good deal, okay?

"Okay, so today we're talking about where you kooky kids are at on the skill level so you don't end up like a wee baby kitten up against a rabid Doberman. Not pretty. Believe you me."

Let's just say that was a very bad trip to Guatemala.

"So you get to smack around these hand-dandy dummies who are not at all dressed up like anyone in particular!" Who wouldn't believe a face like that? C'mon now! "So, get crackin' on this so we can start pairing you folks up next week for my own personal Thunderdome."

A beat.

"I'll need a Tina, of course."

Deadpool, stop eying Zack.

"Zack, Arthur. This Saturday in the non-fancy gym in town because someone isn't allowed on campus because it's creepy or something. Anyone who wants to watch fun fighty times is welcome to come along and bring popcorn."
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After handwavily informing the class to bring their babies on to class, Deadpool was positively bouncing around.

"The bond between a boy--or girl--or tenticular elder god crammed into a meat puppet--and their sword is a sacred one. Yin to your yang, Oreo to your milk, the winner combo of the Jays on America's Next Top Model," Deadpool said, twirling one of his babies like he was in Glee Club.

...they needed a Glee Club here.

He'd be on that like white on rice, baby.

"So today we'll be talkin' about our weapons of choice! And how we take care of it in the long nights when it just needs to be sharpened and oiled and properly cleaned like the naughty little things they are--"

Okay, that could be considered just a bit dirty.

"--I mean, tell everyone about your weaponry! Think of this as... the Miss Inter-Dimensional Weapon Pageant. Who will win? Will there be a talent portion of the contest?!"

No. No there would not be.

"So jump on in and say why your weapon is better than everyone else's. Argue like the dickens, baby. But nothing more than that or I will make your like a living hell and Anakin seem like the nicest guy on island, got it?" Deadpool clapped happily. "Lets get going!"
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The class was a greeted by a man in bright red pajamas with a pair of swords strapped to his back. He would snuggle them like a security blanket, but that would totally ruin his street cred, yo. Playah haters gonna hate.

"Goooood morning boys and girls! Welcome to your very first ever, bestest, most awesome swordplay class. With me. Me, who makes it better than anything ever."

Live the dream, Deadpool. Live the dream.

"So, you've done this in probably every class up until now and out of class and sometimes in your sleep. But we're gonna fall into the need for us all to get to know each other and blah, blah, blah... Names. Past experience with swords. Whether or not you enjoy watching So You Think You Can Dance or not. The last question is the most important, mind you. Without that, how will we know your deep, innermost thoughts?"

A beat.

"Oh right, and since this in Fandom and I'm sure you got 'em, any super special secret powers that will screw up how I pair you guys off for my own amusement," Deadpool added cheerfully. "I'll even go first. My name is Deadpool and I enjoy long walks on the beach, nights spent at home watching bad reality TV and Blues Clues. My favorite books are those Twilighty one. I mean, c'mon. Who doesn't wanna read about a Byronic douche woo a mentally unstable chick?"

Wrong answers!

"...Iiiii mean, Deadpool. I've been a mercenary longer than most of ya'll have been alive and if it can kill ya, I can use it. And how. I hate that show with a fiery passion and yet find myself unable to look away from the trainwreck. Aaaaand I have a healing factor that means if you accidentally or 'accidentally' hit me, I'll heal in a few minutes and smack ya back depending on my mood. I'm like a forest fire in the winds with my moods..."

He pointed at a student at random. "Your turn. Tell me everything, but only the stuff that'll be fun. I don't care about your deep emotional trauma or daddy issues."

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