[--CLOSED!] Backdated like whoa

[thebooksaysso]

Characters: thebooksaysso & brb_napping
Setting/Location: Training room
Date & Time: Backdated to day 33, afternoon
Warnings: Bare minimum violence?
Summary: CLOSE COMBAT CRASH COURSE. Because even witches need to learn how to kick-ass and defend themselves, whether they agree or not.

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[brb_napping]

As if on command, when Anathema started talking, the strange black full-body armour suit that was slumped down in the corner of the room suddenly gained a life on its own - or so it could seem. The rookie had come to the training room not too long after his patrol shift, and had, as per habit, sat down in a remote corner of the room to nap. Personally undisturbed for once, he had slept through everything that had happened around him

[thebooksaysso]

If Anathema was expecting anything, something that looked suspiciously like one of Adam's comic book robots suddenly coming to life was probably not it. She couldn't help stumbling back a step.

But it was an action that was rectified quickly, the startled look gone almost as soon as it had appeared as she walked over to meet him. This had to be him (it was that, or people would be finding her mangled body on the side of the road before the day was out; those weapons looked nasty, but she tried to stay optimistic). The lack of speaking was another oddity, and one that earned an equally questioning look.

It was another few moments before she realized what he was asking for, but then she reached under her jumper and pulled the foot-long bread knife from its place on her belt, handing it over handle first. "I know it's not much, but it's had it's uses. What do you think?"

[brb_napping]

That was-

What was that even? A bread knife?

The Rookie answered silently but clearly when he let his shoulders sink, spreading his arms outwardly a little and tilting his head at her. The only way she could wield this effectively, he figured, was by having it concealed until the moment she attacked - fast and deadly. Perhaps it was time to test how well she did in that regard.

With a snap of his hand, he threw the knife back, slowly enough for her to catch hopefully. With his submachine gun back on his back and his handgun at his side, he took a bit of a more secure stance, and then lifted his hand, waving towards himself invitingly. His body armour would probably protect him well enough against a knife like this, if she got a hit in.

[thebooksaysso]

Just before the knife reached her it seemed to slow further, and much to even her own surprise she caught it, if not without a bit of fumbling. The man's questioning gesture hadn't been lost on her, either, and for a moment she wanted to huff and point out that until now, the worst thing she ever had to worry about dealing with were occasional idiot junkies.

She didn't get the chance to when Rookie shifted and waved to her, and again she gave him an unsure look. But this is what she came to learn, after all.

To her credit, Anathema was fast, quick and light on her feet.

It was just also very obvious when she struck out at the nearest limb that she had never actually wielded a knife in a fight before.