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Sparring "Date"

Who: Cade Masters, Olivier Armstrong
What: Cade invites Olivier over to practice sparring. Tries to convince her to stay for dinner.
Where: 305 Miller
When: May 14th, Evening.
Warnings: Cade Masters

[Cade is particularly excited this evening. Jenny, Karolina, and Luna are out of the house, and Olivier is due to arrive soon. Cade has prepared some food for dinner, ready to be popped in the oven after sparring. The backyard patio has been cleared off, and Cade has made sure the patio lights work for when it gets dark. Cade also has the fencing foils that Hiccup made for him on hand, though he has a feeling Olivier will want to do things the hard way.

With everything set, Cade does some stretches while he waits for his guest to arrive.]

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[The military attire she can usually be found wearing has been swapped out for a pair of pants, blue t-shirt, and sneakers. Like usual, her sword hangs from her hip. Once she's spotted his house, she strolls up to the front door and gives a brisk knock.]

[Cade opens the door wide, a big grin on his face.]

"Olivier! I hope you found the place without too much trouble?"

None at all. It didn't take long to learn this place like the back of my hand.

You're ready, I take it?

"I'm always ready, Olivier. The questions is, which would you prefer? Fencing practice, hand-to-hand, or something else?"

We can work on fencing first, then maybe hand-to-hand.

[Cade nods.]

"Very well. I've had some fencing foils made, they're over there.

...I have a feeling you're they type who prefers to use real swords for practice, but I must warn you that my sword is... more dangerous than most other swords."

More dangerous, how?

[She's more intrigued than anything.]

"It's a magic weapon. An artifact that I inherited from my mentor. They say the original owner was the Prince of Frost, and the blue sapphire set into its blade is the last tear he ever shed...

Perhaps it'd be better to just show you."

[Cade leaves the room for a moment, and comes back with an elegant rapier and a heavy iron wrench.]

"Watch."

[Cade draws his blade and tosses the wrench in the air. With one slash, the thick iron tool splits into two halves. Cade picks them up and shows them to Olivier. It has been sliced cleanly, as if made of butter, and a thick layer of frost has formed over each piece.]

[She inspects the wrench with a bit of awe.]

That is a fine weapon, and this wrench is far thicker than my sword, which I'd rather not have be sliced in half. [She really doesn't like being without her sword.]

You mentioned fencing foils?

"To be fair, it'd probably only hurt your sword if I was chopping at it with mine, and I don't make a habit of using my rapier like a damn axe... but still. It's best if I only use my rapier if I mean to seriously hurt the person on the receiving end."

[Cade nods over at two fencing foils he's laid out on a table, in response to Olivier's question.]

"Ye, foils. I've been meaning to start a fencing club. I figured its a good way to re-learn the sword skills this town stole from me and bond with other people in town at the same time. So, I went to Hiccup and had him forge these two prototypes. They seem pretty well made. Balanced, pliable, strong..."

[She picks one up and checks the balance.]

Seems good enough for sparring. I will have to go to Hiccup for weapons work every now and then.

[Cade unbuttons and takes off his shirt and opens the door to the back patio.]

"I cleared off the patio so we have room to practice. After you."

[Cade gestures with his hand.]

Edited 2012-05-21 15:39 (UTC)

[She rolls her eyes as he takes off his shirt.]

Is it necessary to take your shirt off?

[Cade blinks at her, confused.]

"I always take my shirt of when practicing. Why would I want to get my shirt all sweaty?"

That's what a washing machine is for. They work pretty well here. Although, you'd probably have to learn to work it on your own, I doubt Jenny would do your laundry for you.

[Cade shrugs and smirks.]

"I didn't figure you for the bashful type, General. I'll put it back on if it is going to be such a distraction for you."

[She gives a dry laugh.]

Distraction? I don't think reminding me of my idiot brother can be called distracting.

[And Cade's shirt is back on. Last thing he wants to do is remind Olivier of her brother. He is still nursing the delusional hope than he can romance the woman if he plays his cards right.]

"Fair enough. Any other requests, or are you ready to head out to the patio?"

No other requests, except a promise of giving me your best in this match.

[Cade follows her out onto the patio and salutes with his foil.]

"Olivier, I promise you will always only get the best from me...

Though, I should warn you. The town took away a good chunk of my sword fighting memories. I've been practicing with various people ever since I got here to relearn them - its part of why I wanted you as a sparring partner, but my apologies if my technique is a bit crude."

Edited 2012-05-25 16:44 (UTC)

[She nods.]

Good, otherwise I wouldn't take you seriously. Crude is something I can work with, I do train recruits fresh out of the academy. [She cringes a moment as she pauses.] Sometimes, even ones fresh to the academy when I must help out there.

[Once they're outside, she will take her stance and wait for him to do the same.]

[Cade assumes the basic en garde stance.]

((Warning: Cade has the Blessing of Idamra. Silly coincidences tend to pop up in fights that he is in!))

Edited 2012-05-31 06:30 (UTC)

Are we going to call this match at a certain number of points, or go until one of us is worn out?

"Well, I don't know about you, but if were are waiting for me to run out of stamina, we may be here a very long time."

[Cade smirks.]

"Start with a 5-point match?"

Five point seems good enough.

[She narrows her eyes.]

And trust me, my stamina falls nothing short of excellent. If you have any rules you want to put into place, you better let me know now.

[Otherwise, she doesn't care where or what she hits for a point.]

[Cade thinks.]

"Well, I don't have a protective cod piece, not even sure if they sell those anywhere here, so if groins could be off-limits I'd appreciate it. Otherwise, I was thinking epee rules, minus the requirement that we have to duel in a straight line."

[She nods.]

Good, fighting in a straight line is boring.

"Agreed then! En guarde!"

[Cade crouches, weapon in the ready position.]

[She nods and charges in his direction, aiming to bring down her foil on his sword arm.]

[And so Olivier will get her first taste of the frustration that is Cade's Blessing of Idamra. As he parries her thrust, the sun glints off his bell guard at just the perfect angle to momentarily blind Olivier. He slips past her thrust, and he thrusts his own foil at her upper abdomen while he has the advantage.]

[She'll growl at the glint in her eyes, but cede some space to him to get out of the way of his blow, barely blocking it with her own foil. That has never happened to her in battle before, so she'll give him a glare as she attacks again.]

Was that some kind of magic?

[Cade kind of half parries, half-luckily stumbles out of the way as he looks at her with an ignorant expression.]

"Was what some kind of magic?"

Don't play dumb. I don't care if you're using magic, it just makes it that much more challenging.

[She's going to wait for his attack this time.]

[Cade arches his eyebrow.]

"I'm not playing. If I had my spells back I would've told you."

[Cade lunges forward in what would have been a basic lunge, but accidentally slips, stomps his other foot down to try and catch himself, and unexpectedly ends up leaping into a full fleche that neither of you likely expected.]

[She blocks his attack with her blade and pushes back toward him.]

I thought you said you'd forgotten techniques.

[Dodges and parries.]
"I also told you that I'd been training with the various sword fighters that are in town. I'm just not as good as I was."

[Parries again.]
"Also, it's only fair to warn you the I didn't forget techniques that aren't strictly for swordfighting."

[And with that comment, Cade smirks and hooks and sweeps his leg under Oivier's trying to perform a trip.]

[She tries to fend off his attacks and leaves herself open for the blow to her legs, letting out a grunt as she hits the floor, but she rolls away and gets back to her feet.]

I'd like to see exactly how good you were someday.

[And with that she charges at him again, not aiming to cross blades with him, but to get close enough to deliver an elbow to his ribcage.]

"Yeah, well I'd like- OOF!"

[Cade tries to rolls with the impact of the elbow, and while he does manage to escape a broken rib, he loses his balance and falls on his rump. As he falls, he tries to grab Olivier to take her down with him.]

Edited 2012-06-15 20:14 (UTC)

[She starts to tumble when he grabs her, but throws her weight in the opposite direction, intent on not letting herself get tangled up with him.]

You okay over there?

[The question is asked with a laugh as she gets to her feet.]

[Cade is laughing too. He rolls to his feet easily.]

"Fantastic! Hope I'm not being too rough for you!"

[He flashes her a playful smirk.]

Don't go thinking I can't handle it.

[She gets herself back in stance.]

Why don't you show me your best move?

"Hah, well like I said, I've mostly just got the basics as far as swordfighting goes.

I got one trick up my sleeve for leveling the playing field, but it only works on about half the people I encounter."

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