Characters: Seraph (
shining_bind) and Red (
ihavetwodads)
Date/Time: July 5th, late afternoon
Location: The Park
Rating: PG-13 for MANLY VIOLENCE
Summary: Red requested a training session in swordsmanship from Seraph, and that's what he's going to get. There will probably be some pinging here.
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But you can bet before we're through/Mister, I'll make a man out of you )
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Despite the humiliation, Red listened. He grew even more flustered over the fact that Seraph was pointing out more flaws instead of giving compliments. He had been alone, for goodness sake, it wasn't like he was giving it his all. Not really. At least he was "doing well ( ... )
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At the question of him being a target, Seraph nodded. "Exactly." His sword was lifted in front of him, weight shifted evenly between his feet. "And... As with all idioms, the figurative subjects have little to do with the intended message." After a moment he decided that trying to explain figures of speech would just distract the boy, and he shook his head. There was no need for it.
Right now, he wished to test Red's skill and see his general attack pattern- after all, all the good advice in the world was nothing if the user wasn't comfortable in it, and if they didn't make it their own. Bracing his shoulders in a defensive way, he spoke again.
"Your strikes should be precise and controlled. Come in to attack. I will be prepared."
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His head tilted at Seraph's explanation. He had no idea what 'idioms' and 'figurative' was supposed to mean, but instead of asking, he simply nodded slowly. He could pick out other things so that the sentence made sense, and besides... It would probably be better to just smile and nod as if he knew what Seraph was talking about most of the time anyway. Unless he were just really curious.
Attacking Seraph... The moment of truth, then. Red rolled his shoulders and let out a deep breath, and then pointed one of his swords at Seraph. "Alright, here I come!"
With that announcement out of the way, Red launched from his place and quickly closed the distance between Seraph and himself, swords behind him to aid his trek. If there was one thing he learned in his time training to himself, it was that speed was definitely on his ( ... )
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He may have been caught off-guard, but he was prepared for another onslaught. His grip on his swords tightened, and he was just about to swing his sword when Seraph began to give him advice. The way he talked, it was as if he really wanted Red to go all out against him. He frowned and, in the world's dumbest move in a sparring match, he averted his eyes.
"But I'm not trying to hit you, Seraph. This is just a spar, right?"
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He paused as Seraph took it away and hid it away. They were... done? Slowly, Red lowered his guard and sheathed his swords. A part of him was disappointed, and yet the other half was relieved. It was a short session, and yet he learned a lot just from that. Seraph was a good teacher.
"Large and thick-skinned... huh." Red muttered to himself as he frowned and gazed down at the ground. Something was familiar about that phrase. It was that sensation of nostalgia, the feeling of knowing that something was there... something unreachable. It was distant, much more so than the other times he felt it, but still there ( ... )
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