Bloody Constraint [Melee Training; Fringers, Eclipse]

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan smirked as the man started to move his eyes tracking him until at the last second he slide backward half a step and then darted in suddenly taking an aggressive stance as he ducked under the mans leg and almost leapt up attempting to propel the man off balance before he hopped backward two steps and took a different stance almost familiar to kick boxing keeping light on his feet and his hands held in front of him one up the other closer to his waist as he looks directly at the man. "My true intentions are never defense if all you do is defend how are you to win." Aedan would start to move forward his feet drifting smoothly over the ice as he noted to take that into account as well. He adjusted his stance a bit as he moved forward and then suddenly threw a quick pair of punches with his left hand aimed towards the mans chest.

 

[Bloodknight]

@[member="Aedan Miles"]

Andreas grinned under his hood as Aedan ducked and pushed his leg, causing him to take a step back to keep from biting frost. He could have easily snapped his foot down in an axe-kick once he ducked, but that would probably disorient him or knock him out and either one would be bad for a training session. Anywho, the smile didn't last long as it faded back to his usual grim look after the boy had commented. How can defense win a fight? That's going to be the lesson for today now. Aedan took a kickboxing stance so the mercenary's skill at reading muscle movement proved superfluous in predicting what was to come next. Moving with speed, Andreas's punch intercepted the jab aimed at his chest and he punched a specific pressure point on Aedan's arm that would cause it to immediately constrict in a way that would lead him to punch himself in the face.
Andreas absentmindedly inspected his gauntlets. There was much to teach, indeed.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan moves quickly pushing the pain from the hit he had just taken aside as he looks at the man backing away and taking an almost casual stance as the young man looked the man before him over his eyes flicking over the exposed parts of his armor and body as he attempted to garner anything he could. After a few moments Aedan decides its time to change things up. He reaches down to massage his arm as he looks at the man taking into account the move the man had just pulled he garnered that this man was all about hand to hand combat. Aedan sighs as he starts to walk forward rolling his head he smirks as a strange look crosses his face and he suddenly darts forward using the ice he stops and starts to spin ducking low as he aims a quick towards the man's feet aiming to sweep the man off of his feet quickly.

 

[Aran Finn]

Refreshing was the right word, in Alen's opinion at least. To some the biting cold of Ascension's weather was overwhelming, but the Dark Jedi felt right at home here. Partially because it was home, and partially because he was a creature of the cold. Perhaps he was a creature of the cold simply because he was native to this beautiful world, where the crispness of its air was only matched by a few other planets in the galaxy.

"It is." The man smiled as he removed his shirt for more flexibility. He was okay with the cold, and they would be working up some body heat soon enough. His well-muscled torso was covered with scars of various sizes and shapes, as he'd been in more fights than he could count. "According to custom I was born underground, in the bosom of the world itself. I'm as native as it gets."

Alen set up in a modified boxing stance, with feet spread shoulder width apart and the left foot put forward. His arms were held in a loose defensive posture in front of him ... his left slightly in front and pawing out occasionally to measure distance, while his right arm was tucked closer to his body, ready to lash out with power. His head bobbed and moved slightly as he circled to @[member="Lucianus Adair"]'s left with a cat-like ease, throwing a couple of quick jabs at the Sith's chin without any real commitment as yet.

 

[Bloodknight]

@[member="Aedan Miles"]
The mercenary's eyes followed every movement perfectly. Aedan seemed to be sizing him up, looking for weak spots in his attire. Unfortunately for the bladesman, he was wearing a simple armorweave bodyglove and surgrip gloves and boots, leaving nothing exposed other than his neck and head. Next, Aedan decided to attack and he put the bounty hunter off only for a second before he realized he was going for a low sweep. Trusting gravity to get him there in time, he quickly dropped to a kneel with the leg that was closest to Aedan's oncoming sweep resting on the knee and providing more reliable support than if he stayed standing. The sweep would connect with Andreas's lower thigh and since armorweave did little to suppress blunt force, it would hurt. But what's to hurt more is the punch heading his way. Andreas thrust his palm down forcefully on Aedan's knee so both combatants would harm each other at the same time. While he refrained from using too much force--as that would shatter his student's knee if it hit--he would leave Aedan with a damaged leg that shouldn't be too hard to stand on but would slow him down a bit.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan's eyes follow Andreas's movements before he pushed down with his hands growling to himself as he launched himself up into the air a little raising his knee enough that the man's open palm punch would only glance off his knee. It would still hurt a lot but that also gave him the ability to kick out with his left leg that had been planted on the ground sending a straight kick towards the man's chest as he rested on one knee on the ground. After the hit Aedan would quickly get up and move back a pace taking up a neutral stance he held his hands up keeping more weight on his back leg in an attempt to make Andreas think that he had injured his right leg. @[member="Andreas Wintergreen"]

 

[Kassandra Distorith]

"Boss-man speaks, we gotta listen, babe. C'mon...I'll take it easy on you and we can shoot stuff together later. I brought toys."

Phedre winked and tilted her head towards a nearby open space that would serve them well enough. Her duffel set aside, she shrugged out of her jacket and dropped it on top. It took several minutes to divest herself of the weapons she was carrying, piling everything to the side and eyeing Peyton carefully.

She'd become accustomed to fighting alongside the woman as a member of the Skulls, but fighting against her hadn't even entered her mind. It wasn't something she'd anticipated doing, though perhaps sparring would have to be added to their training regimen. It would be useful to know the strengths and weaknesses of the whole team, if she were to be honest. Though she was reasonably sure Peyton had already thought of that and would likely take it into account. If she hadn't, then Phedre would find a way to mention it.

She slid easily into a fighting stance, a bit of a hybrid between any number of martial arts styles and boxing. Feet placed shoulder width apart, right foot slightly forward for better balance. Hands raised almost to the level of her chin, fingers curled loosely into fists. Her smile was more than a little wicked as she slid closer to the other blonde and simply watched and waited...at least, until she tightened her right fist and shot it straight for the woman's jaw. Easy enough to block, it was more of a test to see how she'd react.

@[member="Peyton Steele"]

 

[Peyton Steele]

Peyton did know the value of sparring with her comrades. It was the best way to train them and learn their weaknesses, and learn where to work and how to cover them. What were your own weak spots, and what the blind spots on your teammates were. But toys, though? Maybe that would make this whole sparring bit easier.

The two blonde gunwomen were going to have to spare? This was going to be equal parts awkward and probably exciting if people were going to be paying attention. Really, that wasn’t a thought that entered her mind, but y’know how people get. Peyton was really one too many parts serious for thoughts like that to be coming in when she had work to do.

She knew where her own weaknesses were, and truthfully stuck to what she knew to get over them. Shrugging off her warm coat and standing, debating getting her rifle into her hands so she could use that as a weapon, she watched her opponent. She wasn’t used to the cold, or how to dress well for it. But falling into a mixed martial arts stance, really just the basics, and she wasn’t too confident with it.

When the first strike came, Peyton took a step back with her left foot, leaning her head to her right. Peyton’s right hand came up to push on @[member="Phedre Parenthis"] forearm as she threw a low-cross towards the other’s ribs.

 

[Bloodknight]

@[member="Aedan Miles"]

The kick hit his chest as in all reality, he was too close to do anything about it. He grunted as the force of it winded him and sent him tumbling backwards and away from Aedan on the frictionless ice floor. Surgrip soles grind against the ice and provide enough friction to skid him to a halt. Andreas gets up at a crouch and has to stop himself from carrying out an old habit of drawing his gun once ranged was established. His student had assumed an unassuming stance as instructed.
"Well, you can follow instructions at the very least."
He says, completely undermining the fact he just got kicked six meters away and a gash across his leg is now rapidly healing. In sooth, he knew his student was no stranger to combat and could fight retroactively. Who or whatever trained him did so neatly. Closing the gap with surprising speed, Andreas threw a cross jab at his student's face, prompting him to show more of his ability.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan tracks the man with his eyes as he charges forward across the ice and Aedan just lets a small smirk cross his lips as he side steps at the last second stepping to the side that the punch was thrown from and forward a bit before he threw a series of three quick jabs into the man's side before ducking down from an expected counter and then aiming a quick kick at the man's knee. Aedan was done playing it was time to get serious and the expression in his eyes was becoming a tad darker then normal as he drew on one of the abilities he housed activating a state of mind where he could shrug off most injuries in a second and get back into the fight hitting harder and faster then before. This state of mind had been around for hundreds of years and the people who used it were known as Berserkers but while they lost most of their higher mental functions in a rage Aedan maintained them to a degree. Aedan was also aware of he had to end this fight quickly because he couldn't maintain this state of mind for long. @[member="Andreas Wintergreen"]

 

[Bloodknight]

@[member="Aedan Miles"]
Fast. Andreas thought to himself when the bladesman sidestepped the punch thrown at him. He was forced to wince a bit as all three punches lodged themselves slightly into his waist. Thankfully, years of torture behind the gates of Hellgotha gave him a keen resistance to physical pain, but this still hurt nevertheless. Smart. He thought to himself once he threw a backhand punch toward his student and he ducked underneath it, almost as if he saw it coming. Strong. Aedan truly was no stranger to combat. His kick landed on Andreas's knee with power not ordinarily exhibited by men of his stature, though the bounty hunter was prepared for a strike like that. He had lifted his foot backwards just before the kick connected, causing the leg to swing back with the force of the kick. He then wasted no time in violently snapping it back forward so that his knee could smash into his student's face.

Aedan seemed to be getting serious. Good.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan felt the knee connect with his face and used the force behind it to roll away a bit before he pushed himself up to his feet smirking as blood dripped from his broken nose the young man took up another neutral stance his hands coming up for a moment before suddenly the young man charged forward across the ice snapping a foot up into a round house at waist height as fast as he could the young man actually hoped that Andreas would stop his kick and grab his leg. He didn't care if he tried to break the knee but the minute the man trapped his leg Aedan would have him right where he wanted him. @[member="Andreas Wintergreen"].

 

[Bloodknight]

@[member=Aedan Miles]
Instead of wasting time breaking legs in what is supposed to be a friendly spar and giving his student time to counterattack, the veteran mercenary does this.

Once the leg is coming at him, Andreas steps into it swiftly, keeping it from getting far while he holds his arms up to block it with his forearms. Right here, speed is of the essence and unfortunately for Aedan, speed is something Andreas has in excess. He wraps the arm closest to the leg around it, trapping it in place while he simultaneously pushed Aedan's chest with the other hand and swept his balancing leg off the ground with his closest leg. This would turn the young man's hips into a pivot point and he'd hit the solid frozen over ground HARD. As the technique required, he was so close, Miles wouldn't have any room to throw the simplest punch at Andreas even if he could keep up with his inhuman speed.

If this had been any other circumstance, the bounty hunter's twitching hand would have been around a blaster so as to finish off his vulnerable opponent, but it was auspicious he brought no wapons. Instead, he gripped his gloved hands into a fist and rose them, assuming an androgynous stance that had room for both offense and defense.

 

[Kitt Solo]

She nodded and absorbed Alen's critique and....

Groundwork, what did he-oh, ohhhhhh.

Cheeks brightened beyond the chapped red from the wind and cold. Oh stars. To disrupt the potential of a wandering mind, she began to move her feet and arms in a series of ballistic stretches.

Eyes widened as Na'Varro removed his shirt. Really? Really. A lopsided grin formed on her lips and she let out a loud whistle, glancing at Rave. "You didn't happen to bring any snacks for this show, did you?"

@[member="Alen Na'Varro"]
@[member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

OOC/ @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] - The low stuff was straight silat and shotokan, lol, back-knee counter included.

IC/ @[member="Kitt Solo"] "What, you think I could fit a snack in here?" She gestured at the bodysuit, unwilling to admit that, from time to time, she'd been known to stash a flat bag of unpopped popcorn up against her ribs. Not in a fight, though. "Worth its weight in gold right now, it'd be."

She watched. And kept watching.

 

[Lucianus Adair]

As @[member="Alen Na'Varro"] peeled out of his top, Adair did much the same, as if in tandem. The freedom from his shirt offered greater flexibility, and maximized his reach among other benefits. Much like Na'Varro, his own torso had seen more than its share of wounds of knife, wounds of fire, of blaster and lightsaber, punctures from extruding bone, to name some... and they were all old, long-since scarred over. No-one had touched him in any such was in what was eons, now. There was the start of inking of the wound-art on his frame on his back, defining it, with added embellishments. The work was largely unfinished, and he had not yet considered seeking out a new artist of tattoo to complete it. A great many other things had clearly occupied his mind. Useful things.

"At any rate, this is a far stretch from the greenery of my childhood home. Far more open, utterly devoid of trees." He admitted in a voice tinged with mild amusement as the cold began to seep into his skin, drawing out a sharp, seething breath, awakening breath; his focus sharpened from the freezing air. He took up a stance much looser than what Na'Varro put forward, only raising his arms and fists in a similar way when his present opponent started to circle about. Adair began to move himself with slower, more even steps in a circle that kept him equidistant to the Master and ally, moving his head back only a scant fraction, no more than a bare avoidance of the fist that did not intend to touch him just yet, at any rate. Intent could be read easily enough, and this was just a toying measure that was being taken before 'pawing' morphed into serious strikes. "I admit curiosity at what it is like to live beneath the earth."

 

[Kassandra Distorith]

@[member="Peyton Steele"]

Adrenaline rushed through her veins in the first few seconds as they began, with Peyton easily pushing her hand aside.

That was a plus.

What was not a plus was the fist shooting towards her ribs. At least, Phedre mused, she saw it coming, given her tendency to not focus on her opponent's face - that would have been a mistake. She shifted back slightly to avoid most of the impact, but grunted quietly as she took the rest of it, sliding to the left and throwing a hard jab with her left fist towards the other blonde's tilted head. Her right hand made a grab for Peyton's wrist, aiming to pull her off balance or at the very least, distract her.