[Thread] Self-Defense
Characters: Ssil, anybody who follows the noise
Where: The empty lot
When: sometime in the afternoon, during the third stage of the modplot
Summary: Ssil's decided she needs to practice defending herself, so she's out doing just that.
Warnings: Depends on who shows up.
CLANG!
The trash can rebounded against the wall of the building with an earsplitting crash. Breathing heavily, Ssil inspected the dent her tail had left in it with some satisfaction. This was harder work than she'd remembered it being, but with the cuffs gone, she didn't doubt it would prove to be necessary eventually. The hardest part was remembering the technique - it was so long since she'd fought, muscle memory wasn't going to be any help. She had to completely relearn how to hit something with her tail with any sort of accuracy - after all, spinning around blindly just wasn't going to do the trick.
There were a few scratches in the surface of the trash can, too - but Ssil had quickly decided that trying to fight it with her claws was a losing proposition. All it did was make a horrible noise and leave her fingers aching.
She set the trash can back up and lashed out at it again, the bony club on the end of her tail connecting with the metal.
CLANG!
Where: The empty lot
When: sometime in the afternoon, during the third stage of the modplot
Summary: Ssil's decided she needs to practice defending herself, so she's out doing just that.
Warnings: Depends on who shows up.
CLANG!
The trash can rebounded against the wall of the building with an earsplitting crash. Breathing heavily, Ssil inspected the dent her tail had left in it with some satisfaction. This was harder work than she'd remembered it being, but with the cuffs gone, she didn't doubt it would prove to be necessary eventually. The hardest part was remembering the technique - it was so long since she'd fought, muscle memory wasn't going to be any help. She had to completely relearn how to hit something with her tail with any sort of accuracy - after all, spinning around blindly just wasn't going to do the trick.
There were a few scratches in the surface of the trash can, too - but Ssil had quickly decided that trying to fight it with her claws was a losing proposition. All it did was make a horrible noise and leave her fingers aching.
She set the trash can back up and lashed out at it again, the bony club on the end of her tail connecting with the metal.
CLANG!