Post by Bianca Sabbato on Nov 3, 2020 18:02:07 GMT -5
Stepping down towards the arena I kept my eyes fixated on the redheaded man waiting for me across the fighting grounds. It was a familiar face. Granado Clover. I had met him before when I caught sight of him practicing his instrument in one of the empty clubrooms.
We had agreed to practice together sometime. Or at least to share the use of the music room. So I was fairly convinced that we were on good terms... He seemed to be sober now, that was a bonus.
Combat class, it was sometimes pretty straightforward. You pick two people, they fight, they learn from it. And it was kind of a tradition that if this was your first combat class, you had to fight. It happened with me and basically everyone else, curiously. Granado and I had been speaking just about that in our first meeting.
Which led me to believe the fuckers actually had cameras and microphones spying on us in the clubrooms... But that was probably me being paranoid. It wasn’t as if the class red roster was so big anyway. So there was a fair chance I would be picked up to give Granado his initiation.
I wondered if there was a particular reason for me to be chosen or if it had just been a whim of fate. Looking at the grades. I took account of the familiar faces of class red that could have been chosen in my stead. And considered if they were better options than picking me up.
There was Carmim, his sister, and the girl that could boop you to the other side of the city with her drum... There was Kishka, the overcompetitive ace of the class... Oh, there was Heidi...!
Yeah, on second thought, picking me was probably the merciful alternative. So I lazily unsheathed Nereida and prepared to face my fellow classmate in –not so deadly- combat... Still, this was just a learning experience, so no need to take things far. I would fight him seriously but without any real intention of harming him.
-So... Man of grenades. Are you ready for a rowdy faunus girl to take away your innocence?- This meant that, naturally, I would take advantage of the fact the whole class was present to be a clown about it. I wasn’t sure the thing would affect him in any way, but better to get to know him sooner rather than later if we were going to be violin buddies.
-I gotta say, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle...- I called out, twirling my spear in my arms and cutting horizontally at the air in front of me. Causing a little bit of dust to arise from the strength of the display.
-So try to keep up with me... We wouldn’t wanna have you passing out in the middle of it-
I finished with my best evil smirk, one I maintained for as long as I could before simply breaking down in laugher at my own stupid charade.
Throwing a more sincere gaze at Granado, I didn’t let my playfulness distract me from the fact I would still be trying to beat his ass as fast as I could. -Well, whatever happens, I hope this is a learning experience for both-
It sure would be for me. I didn’t have any idea of how Granado fought, I knew he had a shotgun that he had the good taste of showing me the first time we met (and it was a very close encounter, I may add)
Besides that, he was a mystery. He could have some other weapons, or maybe he could counter me by running really fast and weathering me down from a distance...
There was also the possibility that he had a powerful semblance like her sister. Or he could be so freakishly strong as Carmim was. I didn’t know if genetics had a role to play in that, but I guessed I was about to find out the hard way.
Considering all of these factors. I would be cautious and let him make the first move... That was, of course, as I was expecting him to take this seriously... Something I wasn’t fully convinced would happen, not that he had given me any reason to doubt it. But I knew some people have problems letting themselves fight hard in spar sessions... So maybe I could spice things up a little?
-What about a bet? If I win you have to play a duet with me. But if you win... Dunno, you can ask whatever. Do we have a deal?-
I knew he wasn’t looking forward to sharing his music with anyone yet. So I hoped this would push him to fight me seriously... I wasn’t going to actually force him to do it if he lost, but I wanted him to believe that for just a moment.
Taking a deep breath, I prepared for the battle to ensue.
Tensing my muscles, I prepared to jump, dodge, roll, and squat my way around anything that he may throw at me. Once he had engaged I could tell how to best respond against him. In real life, I often wouldn’t have these same mercies, but since external factors couldn’t interrupt our fight, I judged it a fairly good plan to begin.
The earth under our feet hardened, already impatient to jump into action, but I calmed it down, not yet. Let’s wait for just the right moment before doing anything rash...
I patiently waited for the alarm to go off. Calm and collected, like a tidal wave retreating for another strike.
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