Fencing - Shatterstar and Clarice.
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xp_logsClarice and Shatterstar spar. Backdated to May 31
Shatterstar had "seen" Clarice around the journals enough to know that she was something of a swordsman herself. (He had also found out she was medical staff here which he was less than thrilled about). He'd rather know his doctor as a fencing partner though. He had taken to hanging around the gym, partially from lack of anything better to do and partially to try to corner other people with swords. Luckily, Clarice was easy to pick out from a crowd.
"Clarice!" He said, seeing her walk in. He jogged up to her. "I'm Shatterstar. You called me adorable on the journals. I was wondering if you'd like to fence."
"And you're more adorable in person!" Clarice exclaimed, giving him a smile. She wasn't getting any older, at least in her mind, but the children were definitely getting younger. Time was weird. "Sure. Any particular style? Rules?" she'd started as classical fencer on a team through her school, but that quickly shifted to more practical applications once she came to Xavier's and then expanded to kendo as well. Now, because she was more medical support on her team, fencing was more for fun again.
He glowered at her darkly at being called adorable again, even though it was his own fault for bringing it up. He shifted his stance into something more fight ready, unconsciously trying to prove he was an adult and something to be taken seriously. He was trying to not be angry. "I can do just about anything, but Olympic style fencing is boring." He was sure that Clarice had something more interesting up her sleeves. "Since it's not actual training we can say it finishes with a hit."
Being adorable had nothing to do with age. Darcy was also adorable. So was Terry. Shatterstar just needed to accept that he was also adorable. Maybe lean into it. "Now I want to do Olympic fencing just for the precision of it," she remarked, going to her gym bag and seeing what gear she'd brought. "Let me go get a sword and we can go with first touch, torso and arms only. I expect yours is blunted for practice?" She wasn't going to fight a kid for the first time unless it was blunted.
Truth be told, he hadn't done Olympic style fencing since well... Since before he was around in the body. Shatterstar was sure he could pick up on it, but he didn't want to seem like an untrained novice his very first fight with Clarice. She would probably laugh at him and he hated being laughed at. He went to his own gym bag and brought out his favorite sword, a blunted longsword. "Mine is blunted, yes. I have used live blades, but I don't own any." He seemed more confident in himself with the sword in hand. He wasn't careless with it, but he was looser.
Teleporting away to get a sword, Clarice returned momentarily with several in hand. Checking his sword out she set all but a rapier over with her bag before pulling out a traditional fencing mask. She was dressed in 3/4 leggings, knee high socks and a sports bra, so she added a heavy fencing jacket before donning the mask, "Then, let's begin," she took a decidedly non- Olympic stance on the mat, waiting for Shatterstar.
Shatterstar donned his own HEMA mask, which was extremely beat up and had clearly seen better days. He didn't like fighting with it as he thought it impaired his vision, but if Clarice was using one he would too. He had brought it to the mansion because he hadn't wanted to leave any of his equipment back in Boston. He already had a fencing jacket on. He moved into a basic stance, assessing Clarice before feinting a stab to her stomach, something he knew he could pull away from quickly and use the length his sword afforded him to defend with when she reacted.
Clarice had years of a mix of fighting techniques designed not for sport or fun, but for combat and while hand to hand wasn't her forte, she could manage well enough. This meant that unless they held to Olympic rules, anything goes. Parrying, she twisted, practically falling to the floor, sword shifting down and getting Shatterstar on the ankle. It was a bitch to recover from and left her left side exposed, but with the height and reach difference, it was a good way to get in a touch. And to see how he responded.
Damn, he thought to himself when he was tagged. She had gotten him right where he knew he was weakest at guarding. Shatterstar had always relied too heavily on his height and Clarice tagging him in the ankle proved that he needed to look down more. But fighting with Clarice was fun- she was good. He hadn't really expected to get to have fun like this with anyone here. He got her exposed left side before backing up slightly to access. It wasn't what he would do in a true fight, but they were fencing, not feigning real fighting.
"Don't teach your grandma to suck eggs," she cackled gleefully, enjoying her touch, but knowing this was far from over and far from determining a winner. Running her mouth was a great way to deflect attention though and she was good at it, too. It was good he got her how he did as well, showing her what he could do. Retreating to reset, she grinned behind her mask, "When I fenced for sport, we wore different coloured hair ribbons to differentiate people. What colour ribbons do you want?" With all that hair, he needed some! And maybe a couple of really good braids.
"White," he responded. He had a color scheme to stick to, and red against red hair always looked bad and since all his fencing jacket was black, black was out as well. He was used to being distracted while fighting though, though he didn't talk much when he fought. He was pretty good at ignoring what Clarice said and instead looking for an opening that Clarice wasn't likely to block. But he didn't like to be too cautious either, so he went to tag her, pretty sure he could get her on the next time and confident in his ability to get out of her way.
The touch was feather- light, but there. "Good one!" she praised, she needed to remember that he had reach. She had precision and the low line, use it to her advantage. Still, she immediately parried and fiented to get him off balance.
It worked, he was off balance, not exactly used to fencing with someone so much shorter than he was. He fell for the feint and had to over extend to try to get back into position. Clarice was good. He smiled behind his mask. This was fun. It was a thrill to fight someone this good.
Grabbing him with her free hand before he fell onto his face, she pushed him back upright, "Welcome to Xavier's. Where stabbing the new guy only happens on days that begin with a consonant!" Retreating back, she danced forward and back in what she hoped looked like a random pattern. Truly random patterns weren't easy, but she had a few that were complicated enough that it took a few times before people caught on. It all depended on how well Shatterstar could spot them.
He stood back upright and watched her carefully. He liked patterns, and as random as it seemed he had to assume Clarice was moving in some sort of pattern. He watched, guarding himself and tried to figure out where an open spot to strike was. He went for her legs- he doubted she would expect it since he was so much taller than him. But he wasn't sure he would tag her.
Hopping in a decidedly non-regulation move, Clarice didn't feel the touch, though her jacket went off registering it, "Where did you get me?" she asked, looking around as if she could spot a mark.
"Barely on your hip, I think," Shatterstar replied. He was glad to see Clarice move in a natural way like hopping. It made everything feel more real. He would have to show her some other cool non-regulation moves, but didn't have the opportunity to try it now. Instead he just kept guard, in case she was trying to trick him.
"Ah," damn hips, they didn't lie. Even when you wanted them to. Or maybe that was just the technology. Falling back into the en garde stance, she waited for him to approach this time. Clarice had plenty of non-regulation moves, many of which were decidedly non-regulation, but that wasn't the game today. They were fencing, not fighting. Friendly-like, some might say,
He went for her wrists, even though he wasn't sure if that was regulation or not- he hadn't done real Olympic-style fencing in so long. Shatterstar knew it was a risky move, but he wanted to try it against someone who was very skilled. It was fun to fight Clarice.
Using a counter-parry, Clarice locked his sword in a bind to disengage, pushing forward into his space until she could tap his chest. His sword harmless under her arm. "Work on that," she stated, pulling back.
That was lazy and sloppy of him, Shatterstar thought when he got tagged on the chest of all places in the counter parry. Still, it was so fun to actually fight against someone who was so good. "I will," he assured her.
"Alright," Clarice stepped off the mat to grab her water bottle, pulling off her mask. "I'm old and tired," she said after taking a long swig. And really, she thought he might be too and just not admitting it.
He nodded and took off his own mask, and got his own water. He wasn't quite tired yet, but he wanted to review what he had done wrong. "That was good. Thank you."
"We'll have to do it again," she agreed, "Maybe with more challenge next time," it could be fun to fence him on the Cliffs of a Insanity.
He nodded to her and quirked the corner of his mouth upwards. "Yes. That sounds good. I need more practice."
Shatterstar had "seen" Clarice around the journals enough to know that she was something of a swordsman herself. (He had also found out she was medical staff here which he was less than thrilled about). He'd rather know his doctor as a fencing partner though. He had taken to hanging around the gym, partially from lack of anything better to do and partially to try to corner other people with swords. Luckily, Clarice was easy to pick out from a crowd.
"Clarice!" He said, seeing her walk in. He jogged up to her. "I'm Shatterstar. You called me adorable on the journals. I was wondering if you'd like to fence."
"And you're more adorable in person!" Clarice exclaimed, giving him a smile. She wasn't getting any older, at least in her mind, but the children were definitely getting younger. Time was weird. "Sure. Any particular style? Rules?" she'd started as classical fencer on a team through her school, but that quickly shifted to more practical applications once she came to Xavier's and then expanded to kendo as well. Now, because she was more medical support on her team, fencing was more for fun again.
He glowered at her darkly at being called adorable again, even though it was his own fault for bringing it up. He shifted his stance into something more fight ready, unconsciously trying to prove he was an adult and something to be taken seriously. He was trying to not be angry. "I can do just about anything, but Olympic style fencing is boring." He was sure that Clarice had something more interesting up her sleeves. "Since it's not actual training we can say it finishes with a hit."
Being adorable had nothing to do with age. Darcy was also adorable. So was Terry. Shatterstar just needed to accept that he was also adorable. Maybe lean into it. "Now I want to do Olympic fencing just for the precision of it," she remarked, going to her gym bag and seeing what gear she'd brought. "Let me go get a sword and we can go with first touch, torso and arms only. I expect yours is blunted for practice?" She wasn't going to fight a kid for the first time unless it was blunted.
Truth be told, he hadn't done Olympic style fencing since well... Since before he was around in the body. Shatterstar was sure he could pick up on it, but he didn't want to seem like an untrained novice his very first fight with Clarice. She would probably laugh at him and he hated being laughed at. He went to his own gym bag and brought out his favorite sword, a blunted longsword. "Mine is blunted, yes. I have used live blades, but I don't own any." He seemed more confident in himself with the sword in hand. He wasn't careless with it, but he was looser.
Teleporting away to get a sword, Clarice returned momentarily with several in hand. Checking his sword out she set all but a rapier over with her bag before pulling out a traditional fencing mask. She was dressed in 3/4 leggings, knee high socks and a sports bra, so she added a heavy fencing jacket before donning the mask, "Then, let's begin," she took a decidedly non- Olympic stance on the mat, waiting for Shatterstar.
Shatterstar donned his own HEMA mask, which was extremely beat up and had clearly seen better days. He didn't like fighting with it as he thought it impaired his vision, but if Clarice was using one he would too. He had brought it to the mansion because he hadn't wanted to leave any of his equipment back in Boston. He already had a fencing jacket on. He moved into a basic stance, assessing Clarice before feinting a stab to her stomach, something he knew he could pull away from quickly and use the length his sword afforded him to defend with when she reacted.
Clarice had years of a mix of fighting techniques designed not for sport or fun, but for combat and while hand to hand wasn't her forte, she could manage well enough. This meant that unless they held to Olympic rules, anything goes. Parrying, she twisted, practically falling to the floor, sword shifting down and getting Shatterstar on the ankle. It was a bitch to recover from and left her left side exposed, but with the height and reach difference, it was a good way to get in a touch. And to see how he responded.
Damn, he thought to himself when he was tagged. She had gotten him right where he knew he was weakest at guarding. Shatterstar had always relied too heavily on his height and Clarice tagging him in the ankle proved that he needed to look down more. But fighting with Clarice was fun- she was good. He hadn't really expected to get to have fun like this with anyone here. He got her exposed left side before backing up slightly to access. It wasn't what he would do in a true fight, but they were fencing, not feigning real fighting.
"Don't teach your grandma to suck eggs," she cackled gleefully, enjoying her touch, but knowing this was far from over and far from determining a winner. Running her mouth was a great way to deflect attention though and she was good at it, too. It was good he got her how he did as well, showing her what he could do. Retreating to reset, she grinned behind her mask, "When I fenced for sport, we wore different coloured hair ribbons to differentiate people. What colour ribbons do you want?" With all that hair, he needed some! And maybe a couple of really good braids.
"White," he responded. He had a color scheme to stick to, and red against red hair always looked bad and since all his fencing jacket was black, black was out as well. He was used to being distracted while fighting though, though he didn't talk much when he fought. He was pretty good at ignoring what Clarice said and instead looking for an opening that Clarice wasn't likely to block. But he didn't like to be too cautious either, so he went to tag her, pretty sure he could get her on the next time and confident in his ability to get out of her way.
The touch was feather- light, but there. "Good one!" she praised, she needed to remember that he had reach. She had precision and the low line, use it to her advantage. Still, she immediately parried and fiented to get him off balance.
It worked, he was off balance, not exactly used to fencing with someone so much shorter than he was. He fell for the feint and had to over extend to try to get back into position. Clarice was good. He smiled behind his mask. This was fun. It was a thrill to fight someone this good.
Grabbing him with her free hand before he fell onto his face, she pushed him back upright, "Welcome to Xavier's. Where stabbing the new guy only happens on days that begin with a consonant!" Retreating back, she danced forward and back in what she hoped looked like a random pattern. Truly random patterns weren't easy, but she had a few that were complicated enough that it took a few times before people caught on. It all depended on how well Shatterstar could spot them.
He stood back upright and watched her carefully. He liked patterns, and as random as it seemed he had to assume Clarice was moving in some sort of pattern. He watched, guarding himself and tried to figure out where an open spot to strike was. He went for her legs- he doubted she would expect it since he was so much taller than him. But he wasn't sure he would tag her.
Hopping in a decidedly non-regulation move, Clarice didn't feel the touch, though her jacket went off registering it, "Where did you get me?" she asked, looking around as if she could spot a mark.
"Barely on your hip, I think," Shatterstar replied. He was glad to see Clarice move in a natural way like hopping. It made everything feel more real. He would have to show her some other cool non-regulation moves, but didn't have the opportunity to try it now. Instead he just kept guard, in case she was trying to trick him.
"Ah," damn hips, they didn't lie. Even when you wanted them to. Or maybe that was just the technology. Falling back into the en garde stance, she waited for him to approach this time. Clarice had plenty of non-regulation moves, many of which were decidedly non-regulation, but that wasn't the game today. They were fencing, not fighting. Friendly-like, some might say,
He went for her wrists, even though he wasn't sure if that was regulation or not- he hadn't done real Olympic-style fencing in so long. Shatterstar knew it was a risky move, but he wanted to try it against someone who was very skilled. It was fun to fight Clarice.
Using a counter-parry, Clarice locked his sword in a bind to disengage, pushing forward into his space until she could tap his chest. His sword harmless under her arm. "Work on that," she stated, pulling back.
That was lazy and sloppy of him, Shatterstar thought when he got tagged on the chest of all places in the counter parry. Still, it was so fun to actually fight against someone who was so good. "I will," he assured her.
"Alright," Clarice stepped off the mat to grab her water bottle, pulling off her mask. "I'm old and tired," she said after taking a long swig. And really, she thought he might be too and just not admitting it.
He nodded and took off his own mask, and got his own water. He wasn't quite tired yet, but he wanted to review what he had done wrong. "That was good. Thank you."
"We'll have to do it again," she agreed, "Maybe with more challenge next time," it could be fun to fence him on the Cliffs of a Insanity.
He nodded to her and quirked the corner of his mouth upwards. "Yes. That sounds good. I need more practice."
