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lostcarnival2018-01-08 12:04 pm
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let's get down to business
Who: Nightrunners and whoever wants to make use of the training yard for whatever reason.
When: S2 D1-D5
Where: The Training Yard
What: Training, or pointing and laughing at people training.
Warnings: Explosions and swearing, probably.
Though it's never really been off-limits, once they're down off the moon, Lambert wastes little time informing the nightrunners he officially expects them to get back to training and getting in shape. They can make ample use of the training yard facilities to learn how to work with each other after their extended vacation, or just get to know their newer coworkers in an environment closer to what their actual working conditions will actually be like.
The yard, as usual, isn't limited solely to nightrunners. Anyone who wants to work on their physical or magical skills are welcome, as well as anyone from the other departments who have anything they might want to test out that requires a combatant, for some reason.
Lambert's generally a constant presence at the fringes, sometimes participating in exercise or sparring himself, but mostly just watching and making sure no one's about to put someone's eye out or break the equipment, because that would be bad for obvious reasons.
[ ooc; this is an open log, so bring your own toplevel! ]
When: S2 D1-D5
Where: The Training Yard
What: Training, or pointing and laughing at people training.
Warnings: Explosions and swearing, probably.
Though it's never really been off-limits, once they're down off the moon, Lambert wastes little time informing the nightrunners he officially expects them to get back to training and getting in shape. They can make ample use of the training yard facilities to learn how to work with each other after their extended vacation, or just get to know their newer coworkers in an environment closer to what their actual working conditions will actually be like.
The yard, as usual, isn't limited solely to nightrunners. Anyone who wants to work on their physical or magical skills are welcome, as well as anyone from the other departments who have anything they might want to test out that requires a combatant, for some reason.
Lambert's generally a constant presence at the fringes, sometimes participating in exercise or sparring himself, but mostly just watching and making sure no one's about to put someone's eye out or break the equipment, because that would be bad for obvious reasons.
[ ooc; this is an open log, so bring your own toplevel! ]
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There's no point in this conversation now, is there?]
Nevermind. I remember some of your technique from before... you use the greatsword, correct?
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A greatsword? This is just a sword to me.
[By android standards, anyway. 9S floats his sword in front of him with a wave of his right hand, a similar ring of light to the one around his sheathed weapon appearing and encircling his wrist.]
I mean, I can use bigger if I really have to, but this size is easier for me to control.
[And because he's a huge jerk, 9S sends it spinning towards Syrlya with a thrust of his hand, aiming for the shoulder. Think fast!]
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He grabs for the hilt of his own blade on reflex, but stops himself short of a proper stance and shoots 9S a disapproving look.] What are you doing?
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You wanted a spar, right?
[He grins, knowing full well he's being rude. At least when the weapon boomerangs back into his hand, 9S makes sure it cuts a wide circle to avoid nailing Syrlya on the way back.
It's not usually his style, but...]
It's easier to show than tell. I want to see what you can do, too.
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Wait. [He unhooks the scabbard from his waist and tosses his sword aside towards where he has his shield already resting. The extra weight doesn't matter much to him when dealing with a training dummy, but if he'll be dealing with a moving opponent he won't want it hanging off.
He pauses, considering something, and then turns to go back to the row of wooden training swords and retrieve a second one, adjusting his grip around the first one. Not the weight he's use to, but it'll do.
Properly armed, he steps back out onto the field, but this time with more distance between him and 9S.] I suppose since you're so eager, you may attempt the first strike.
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Wow, okay. Thanks?
[The ground around 9S' feet appears to distort slightly as he pulls his arm back, sword spinning horizontally above his hand. The light encircling his wrist appears to pulse before he throws the sword at Syrlya. It's a big, obvious strike and doesn't look any different from his first attack, but hey, if Syrlya's offering...
The difference is that this time, the weapon will halt once it reaches Syrlya's current position, rapidly spinning in place.]
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And then there's two of Syrlya, the clone left in his place as he teleports just off to the side. The clone sticks, immobile for a moment, while Syrlya runs forward right after 9S.]
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Except it's just too bad Syrlya's fighting a Scanner. 9S might not have much experience with magic, but he has plenty when it comes to detecting life.
Lip curling into a smirk, 9S pulls his hand back. The sheathed sword that was previously spinning in place suddenly arcs towards Syrlya -- the real Syrlya -- with the intent to strike him in the back, ignoring the fake.]
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But Syrlya's on the offense. And he knows from experience than when you're obvious about your strike, it's much easier to avoid. Syrlya doesn't have the physical fitness of Lambert, and he probably doesn't have the speed of an android. But that's fine, because he doesn't fight with strength or attrition.
He fights with trickery. Syrlya doesn't realize the blade coming from behind, but the rush forward is a feint anyway. When 9S doesn't seem to be moving Syrlya follows through with his real attack--to Blink forward, behind 9S, and twist on his heels quickly to try and slam his main-handed blade into the android in a horizontal slash. He's holding back less than his duel with Strange, and the strike is charged with magic--if it connects, the pain will seem to echo in 9S's mind as well as body.]
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Syrlya's physical strike doesn't really hurt 9S, but the mental one does.
It rattles him for the briefest of moments -- he's used to things getting in his head when he fights, memories of machines echoing in his mind -- and 9S quickly refocuses, landing on his feet and twisting to face his adversary. 9S' hands are empty; his own sword had buried itself point first in the ground behind Syrlya, having missed its target.
As 9S turns, his hand glows again, the rings of light rapidly expanding around his wrist before he fires what appears to be a fast moving ball of light -- nearly a beam -- directly at Syrlya. If Syrlya's struck, he'll quickly realise that the light does... absolutely nothing. You can't hack something that isn't a machine!]
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Except nothing happens. Syrlya's tenseness slowly unravels as he looks down at the light. No pain, no dizziness, no burning through this chest... there's nothing.]
Uh. [Hm, well. Anyway, they're in the middle of a spar, so Syrlya raises his off-hand blade to summon a phantasm shaped like him rushes after 9S with its own blade to inflict more mentally painful stabbings.]
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But that was just covering up his follow up; while Syrlya's distracted, 9S whips his sword out of the ground, spinning it towards the sylvari's back, though not before the phantasm is summoned.
He doesn't think much of the phantasm -- it's not real -- and that turns out to be his folly when he doesn't bother dodging.]
Argh!
[He takes a step back from the mental shock, but he keeps it together well enough to catch his sword on its return.]
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His gaze is set down, but he waves his hand and a purplish club forms below Syrlya's feet, causing a glow to deflect strikes for at least a few seconds while he recovers. Meanwhile, the Phantasm makes another lunge for 9S.]
i'm so used to the box bot being there that i forgot to mention it was there all this time...
Wait. If it's not real, then there's no problem using Pod 153 on it, right?]
Pod!
[Obligingly, the box bot's 'head' splits open, firing a laser at the phantasm, but directing it away from Syrlya. Meanwhile... 9S doesn't know what that glow around Syrlya does, but he won't know unless he does something! So 9S throws his sword at Syrlya again, the weapon slicing vertically through the air, but he's ready to evade at a moment's notice.]
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Syrlya doesn't dodge the sword this time, because once it reaches him it stops at that fractional space held by the glow, and Syrlya doesn't feel it. It does cause the magic to disperse from Syrlya, but he only needs that second of not getting hit, side-stepping from the blade and holding his arm out with the training sword pointed at 9S's feet.
That's all the warning he gets before a darker circle of magic quickly forms below him, a gravity well designed to pull him to its center, stun him, and then float him a few feet.
The phantasm, meanwhile, lunges again--its attacks are on an exact interval, and it doesn't seem capable of doing anything but lunging every fives seconds.]
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No longer held by his field, 9S' sword falls to the ground in front of Syrlya.
He doesn't have time to regain his footing when he's magically lifted, arms and legs flailing. Oh no. Without any mobility of his own, there's no way he'll be able to avoid whatever Syrlya throws at him next.
Maybe if he... It's not something he's tried before. Instead of overworking his circuits to expand his field and repel those near him away, 9S tries manipulating that repulsive force into one that would push him down to try and both counteract the magical levitation and avoid the lunge from the phantasm.]
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But as a Mesmer, everything is seconds. And you learn how to use them.
Syrlya lunges forward, blade outstretched to try and slam the point of it into 9S's head. It's all metal so he'll be fine, probably.]
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But Syrlya's unrelenting, there isn't enough time to pull his sword back in time to block the strike. At the very least, 9S' reaction speed is fast; it has to be, when fighting against the machines. He's wrong footed, in a poor position to move, so he reflexively raises his arm to take the brunt of the attack.
His inexperience with fighting against magic users and mobile humanoids has never been clearer. He's defensive, on the back foot.]
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9S is metal, so Syrlya knows there's no way brute force is going to work here. Magic, though, magic is different.]
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What does it take to sustain the fake? Does it actively drain him, or are the things set and forget? If the fakes just cause pain, even mental pain, then he can endure it. It will take something akin to impalement or limbs being torn off for pain to halt him. Then is there any reason to not ignore the fakes and go for the real target?
And all of Syrlya's attempts to cast magic have always been at a distance. Syrlya always makes some kind of movement in every instance magic he's cast. That means... if he can throw Syrlya onto the ground and pin his hands, then he can't cast... right? 9S isn't made for melee combat, but that might be what he needs.
Curling his legs under him, 9S pushes off the ground and leaps, rapidly covering a longer distance than one would expect from a humanoid, aiming to close the distance between him and Syrlya and grab him for a throwdown.]
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He lets out a pained cry as his head smacks against the ground, momentarily cross-eyed. But then he tips his head back, staring ahead at the space behind them--and teleports.
He's back on his feet, slightly unsteady, about ten feet away now. The existing phantasm makes its leap towards 9S again, while Syrlya adjusts his grip and stance with his off hand blade again.
9S is the stronger of the two by a long shot, but his real test is going to be catching Syrlya.]
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9S sidesteps the phantasm, but as he returns his sword to his hand, the weapon's path cuts through where the phantasm is located. He recognises that stance. Is it a bluff?
9S frowns, before the ground around 9S' feet appears to distort slightly as he pulls his arm back, sword spinning horizontally above his hand. The light encircling his wrist appears to pulse before he throws his sword once again. But unlike the first time he threw it, the sword spirals around Syrlya in a wide circle, an attempt to cut off Syrlya's escape routes -- a frustrating endeavour it may be, given the guy can teleport -- as 9S rushes him again.]
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The sword rips through the phantasm, incapable of dodging, and it shatters into glitter and shards. Syrlya steps back until 9S cuts off his back escape--and yes, he can teleport, but he doesn't.
Instead, when 9S rushes him, Syrlya holds his form. The only tell of his magic is around his left hand, and when 9S strikes him he's instead left with a clone in Syrlya's place while Syrlya is displaced a foot away, apparently unshaken.
And then it shatters, weakly and with minimal effect. And Syrlya is thrusting his blade forward to try and slam the tip of it into the side of 9S's head. Look out!]
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His instinct is to jump back, put distance between them again, but 9S stands his ground.]
What won't you stay still?
[His hand flexes, his sword whipping back towards Syrlya's back.]
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[And then 9S's sword slams into his back and with a pained wheeze Syrlya trips forward. He barely catches himself on his sword.]
That's why! [He waves his hand again to summon another sword welding phantasm to harass 9S.]
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