Do it the ol' fashioned away

Subject: Do it the ol' fashioned away Tue Jan 15, 2013 3:30 am

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Solange decided to take a little break and walk around the training room for a while. She looked at all the stations and took note of which to go and which to not go. All seemed to have something worth checking out and something valuable to bring into the Games. But she turned to the Paints station and felt confused. Depending on environment, there'd really only be limited things to put on yourself and Solange didn't think paint would just fall from the sky for you to pick up and camouflage yourself. There were a few people there and she took a quick peek at what they were doing. She was so silent no one really noticed her there, or so she thought, and she quickly left, going to the nearest station. Camouflaging caught her curiosity but not her priority. She put confidence in her quite presence that was almost unnoticeable.

She walked towards the melee station, seeing the swords as they reminded her of her brother. She smiled as she imagined him standing there, twirling the sword like a rod, taunting her to spar again. She went over to the matted area instead, to learn some hand to hand combat. It was something that wasn't new to her, but it wasn't something very familiar to her either. The trainer looked at Solange and grinned, "well well well, we got a small one right here." She looked around but the station was empty, realising that he was talking to her. She scowled, thinking that he was making fun of her; as she was one of the shorter ones among the tributes, but what he said next made her realise something else. He walked up to her , half a foot taller than her, and bent down in defense position, "make use of it." They fought for a few minutes before stopping and explaining where she had went wrong and what she should do. After a few times, she managed to learn what she had for an advantage, bending down and sweeping him off his feet (literally, I mean) with the kick around, instead of aiming for the top. She was clumsy at first, falling over her kick instead of making her opponent fall over. But it soon became easier and the feet sweep became an attack of her own. The trainer nodded and moved on to teaching Solange the art of blocking and dodging; with the station empty, Solange took advantage of that time to learn more, preparing for herself for the worse - not having a weapon.

Subject: Re: Do it the ol' fashioned away Wed Jan 16, 2013 2:09 pm

I walk over to the melee station and grin at a tiny girl there. I steal away the trainer and start to spar. I almost cut his throat but he blocks at the last seond. "Nice one." he says with a smile. "Thank you, sir." I say mockingly and bow. With the bow I do a large sweep with my sword and use the flat of the bade to knock him away.