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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.

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[Striking from behind isn't a bad idea--Syrlya's hearing is no better than average, so he can't anticipate what he can't see if it isn't loud enough.

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.]

[He's never fought anyone or anything like a mesmer, so the split second of surprise buys Syrlya the time needed to get in close. When Syrlya disappears from in front of him but his sensors detect someone behind him, 9S springs forward to dodge what is surely an upcoming strike, but isn't quite fast enough to avoid the sword hitting his side.

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!]

[Syrlya's surprised when 9S's sword catches up and coasts by, even when it doesn't hit. That, and the fact that 9S is unarmed delays Syrlya long enough that 9S is effectively able to beam him.

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.]

[Sadly 9S does not actually have any effective beam attacks.

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.]

[For a moment Syrlya has a hard time taking the spar seriously--did 9S really not dodge the pink illusion running right after him? It's enough of a pause for 9S's sword to ram into his spine and sends him stumbling forward with a wheeze.

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.]

[So the fake doesn't hurt him physically, but is it worth taking it out then? But the mental shock of its attacks would be enough to--

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.]

[The laser pierces the phantasm, but they're hardier illusions than clones. One of those would have crumpled in one hit, but the phantasm stays standing, although its form flickers for a moment.

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.]

[Letting out a yelp of surprise as he's dragged to the centre of the gravity well, 9S' vision shorts out for a second, the alarming sensation of connections sparking in his behind his eyes as the magic disorients him as effectively as a blow to the head.

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.]

[With enough force, 9S can probably succeed there. At the very least, the spell itself isn't more than a few seconds, its purpose more to debilitate and injury 9S quickly rather than thoroughly.

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.]

[The sudden dissipation of the force lifting in the air coupled with the force from his field pushing him down causes 9S to stumble before he swiftly disperses his field.

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.]

[Syrlya's sword deflects off his arm easily, not enough force behind it to even try and keep it on course. Syrlya pulls back, and his left hand is raising again with magic at his fingertips. Not far from the first phantasm, a second one is starting to materialize.

9S is metal, so Syrlya knows there's no way brute force is going to work here. Magic, though, magic is different.]

[It's the moment the sword slides off 9S' arm that he really realises this is totally different from fighting a machine. What does he have? Speed, pain tolerance, and a metal body. 9S typically keeps his distance when fighting. But like with Rita, he's starting to realise that for once, he's stronger than his opponent, not the reverse.

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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[Syrlya is equally unused to fighting machines as lithe as 9S. He's quick, and although Syrlya steps back he's not quick enough on his feet to step out of the way before 9S tackles him, the magic fizzling out with failure to produce a second phantasm.

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.]

[9S can't resist letting out a growl of frustration. Damn it! He never realised how annoying it is fighting Syrlya. Is this a trait of all mesmers? Or just Syrlya?

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.]

[It's sort of a bluff.

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!]

[Syrlya's sudden reappearance is far too close for 9S to avoid. The practice blade slams solidly into his head, the impact forcing him back a step with a pained gasp. A split second of static makes his vision flicker.

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.]

[Syrlya gives 9S an incredulous look.] Why would I--

[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.]

[Wow he didn't expect that to distract Syrlya enough for him to nail the guy with his sword. It would just be fantastic if Syrlya continued to stay still long enough for 9S to hit him!!

If Syrlya was expecting him to back off or deal with the phantasm, 9S does the complete opposite; now that his sword is back in hand, 9S steps in and thrusts the scabbard covered weapon up towards Syrlya where the solar plexus would be located on a human.

Its an attack that would leave him completely open to the phantasm should he miss, but 9S figures if the strike lands -- in his mind, there's no doubt -- then Syrlya would have to yield.]

[Syrlya jerks up, thrusting the off hand blade down to parry as he twists to the side. His muscles can't compete with 9S' strength, so it still strikes against his side.

He teleports away again, putting a few feet between them as he staggers to recover himself. He has a feeling something's going to bruise later.]

Augh!

[Frustrated at Syrlya teleporting away yet again, 9S throws his sword point down into the ground. Guess who doesn't spar very often? This guy. He's done.]

This is stupid! How are we supposed to know who wins?

[He can't pin down Syrlya when he keeps teleporting around like this and a lot of problems he's facing would seriously be solved if, you know, it wasn't a bad idea to cut up your co workers! And Syrlya obviously can't really hurt him with these practice weapons even if the weird mind magic is a right pain, so at this rate they'll be at a stalemate forever, in his mind.]

[Syrlya's admittedly not used to such a drawn out spar, either--not without it being a case of being equally matched. Here, though, it seems to be that neither of them are capable of overcoming each other's strong point--or exploiting a weakness.]

We spar until someone gives up? [He shrugs!] Call a forfeit. It isn't really about winning, anyway.

[Oh, if only his hacking powers worked on living beings! It's such a pain being restricted to only using the weakest of his abilities in a fight.

9S wrinkles his face, dissatisfied.]

If it isn't really about winning, then you call a forfeit.

[Is he being a huge child about this? Yeah.]

[Syrlya pauses, like he seems to consider that. And then he straightens his back, raising the blade not quite in a proper position for battle--but certainly not a surrender.]

Well, perhaps I am not yet at my limit.

[This is now a battle of attrition and pride.]

[9S opens his mouth like he's about to protest, but then shakes his head.]

Well I don't want to keep doing this pointless dancing.

[He could go for longer, but it's not like he really enjoys fighting like this. Sure, he still enjoys fighting, but not fighting the way combat androids do!]

Fighting's not even my forte, anyway!

[Aha! This was, honestly, the only way Syrlya was going to claim victory in a fight of attrition, so he's a little pleased at that.]

Suit yourself. [Syrlya shrugs, lowering the blade.] I suppose I'll see you next time Lambert gathers the Nightrunners for training?

[Given There's only so many of the Nightrunners 9S can feasibly combat.]

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let's get down to business

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i'm so used to the box bot being there that i forgot to mention it was there all this time...

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