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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 3:38:01 GMT
Those who love are bound to die Your life, your choice. Neither are mine, you're on your own now, kid. TAG: @nike . WORDS: XXX. NOTES: "We have to fight....?"
Aaron would sit, leaning against the tree, as the final bell rang for the day. Students emerged from dorms, everyone seemed at ease, laughing and conversing like it was another day in paradise. He was not one of those. He'd finished his first day of classes- well, all but one, which was a relief. He had yet to get into any fights, and now he was heading to a place where they actively pursued it. Physical education. He'd been emailed the detailed outline for the course, and knew that the first day he'd be paired with someone to spar against. He'd gone all this time without hurting anyone and now...
Groaning, he pushed himself back to his feet. Lifting his pack, he slung it over his shoulder and began his slow mosey back toward the gym. Upon entering, one of the senior students began to hand out notes- notes with names. Apparently, these were to be our partners for our spar. Lifting his gaze, he'd search around the room, attempting to track down the name of the one he'd been given. His spoke it softly.
"Artemis Nike...."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2017 11:46:33 GMT
I’m Still Breathing, Artemis was getting changed in the girls locker room at the gym, her final class for the day was PE. She didn’t mind it because it was always a pretty easy class and due to her training, she was rather fit and could keep up more than most. Today though was a little more interesting, it was a sparring class. She hadn’t expected that thinking it was only over in Kendo and the martial arts club were they sparring but she guessed she was wrong.
Pulling the white gym t-shirt over her head she made her way out into the gym hall and begun her stretches. She got a few looks from her make classmates but paid them no attention as she stretched out her legs whilst in a seated position. Soon one of the seniors came over and gave her some paper “Hope you don’t mind Artemis, but we are short one of the girls today so you have to pair up with a boy ok?” Artemis took the paper and eyed the name, she hadn’t heard of this person before but nodded her head none the less. It didn’t faze her that she had to spar with a guy anyway.
“Alright class, take up your positions. You must stand opposite to your partner. We will be going through basic judo techniques” Artemis waited as everyone paired up, she figured that everyone would know one another in the class so that would leave her with the new kid. In fact, it did. There standing on his own was a boy with deep brown hair and a well-built physique – a tell sign of some form of training. Artemis walked over to him. “I guess you are Aaron?”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2017 20:35:53 GMT
War is a hell of a thing Try to fight it, try to run. But it's arm is long, and you're just what it needs. TAG: @nike. WORDS: 403. NOTES: "Well, let's do this then."
Aaron set down his pack, having dressed down in his dorm on the way over. Watching the crowd, he pulled an arm across his chest in his own stretch. True, he stretched on his own in the morning and evening, and had done an additional session before coming here but it was always fair to work the kinks out. He wasn't familiar with how this school was run, so he didn't take them having sparring in PE as anything odd. Phys Ed was Phys Ed, right? It helped him stay in shape, at the top. He, unlike others, would also not underestimate who he was fighting just because she was a female. He was an equalist in all things, and he understood enough to know plenty of women could kick ass. Bringing both hands up, he stretched his obliques and would cast his gaze on the brunette that approached.
"I am! Pleased to meet you."
He'd offer her a hand to shake, which assuming he took would give a first handle before taking a couple steps back. Bringing up his left fist, he placed it against his right palm and with said hand would grip the fist, giving the bow deserving of someone he was practicing with. Once the teacher informed them to start, Aaron would bring his left leg a little forward, lightly bending his knees as both his hands would come up, palm outward toward Nike. It would be a standard Krav Maga opening stance. He'd start forward, offering a small smile.
"Try to go easy on me, yeah?"
While some might assume his words to be patronizing, Aaron had witnessed her stretching. Her rather confident swagger. He promptly assumed her as more of a threat than the others around him, many of whom probably thought this was just another exercise class. Aaron saw it as a chance to catch a glimpse of other peoples abilities and understand what he was up against a little more. Once in close, Aaron's left hand would snap forward in a sharp left cross, his right hand standing close for defense, body ready to shift direction should she lead him into a defensive hold or counter attack. He would throw that punch without his immense strength behind it. For while he wouldn't underestimate her ability to throw a punch, he would underestimate her ability to take one of his full force.
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