Crysis
Lost One
Megoth Shul - Icarus | Twilight |
Healthy - Metal Staff - "Underwear" | Training Room - Sparring/Conversing with Finnea |

She would dodge Finnea's last attack, ducking the quick reaction and responding with a quick and deliberate elbow directly to her chin. At this point, with both of them having been going at it for well over an hour, the blow would've likely fell Finnea. Though Crysis wasn't here to savage the other or beat her down. Only to fulfill her end of the bargain she had struck with the girl. After the strike, she would take a few steps back, heaving a few breaths. Though, leaning forward immediately, and offering Finnea a hand to help her back to her feet.
"I just told you, don't watch the weapon, watch the opponent. You're gonna' get killed..."
Crysis would say this regardless of whether or not Finnea had taken the hand. Their previous spar had definitely left a lot of their personal spat on the ground, and somehow both of the girls had moved past it. Ultimately, the beginning of something powerful, and beautiful was beginning to flourish, though neither of them were fully aware of it yet. Here, Crysis and Finnea had some time fully to themselves to discuss things that weren't necessarily focused on the Dominion of Shadows. To learn more about each other, and to perhaps grow that relationship beyond blind hate and rage.
Perhaps more so Crysis than Finnea.
Though, Crysis still had a knot on her forehead from where Finnea had hit her with an admittedly accurate blow, catching her completely off guard. The difference so far as far as Crysis could tell was Finnea wasn't a true fighter. She gave up too easy when she was more than she thought she was. Well... If she kept sparring Crysis, she would get out of those habits quick, or receive scars... Something Crysis at this point could honestly say was purely out of concern. She didn't want this girl to be hurt, even though she didn't know her as well as she wanted too.
"If I come in like this"
She recreated the movement she had just done a moment ago with her own metal staff, then surprisingly gently moved forward to move Finnea's arm to recreate what she had done.
"Don't respond to me, you strike here, here, or here..."
Crysis offered, pointing at her own face, chest, and lower abdomen. Crysis looked at her own body as she gestured, but then looked up at Finnea with curiosity, and perhaps a slight bit of annoyance. Finnea was... She was a good fighter. Better than Crysis felt the girl knew. She was simply too defensive, thinking she couldn't hurt her opponent. When in reality Finnea was strong in her own right.
Crysis still wouldn't tell her that, but she knew it now. Finnea wasn't some helpless kitten. Well, she was, only... Mentally, She had immense potential. And yet, Crysis felt as though Finnea thought too much. Worried about what would come instead of imposing her will on the other. A grin crossed her features, though Crysis would look away to hide it.
"Let's take a break... We should drink some water"
Crysis said, turning away from Finnea and walking towards the benches in the training room in Mergoth Shul, on Icarus. Crysis simply discarded the staff from her hand, moving to sit in her training shorts, and shirt. Most reliably akin to a sports bra, and tight shorts. Most of her relatively scarred body on display in their private sparring session. Crysis sat on one bench, with enough space for two, while another bench was there (also with enough space for too) leaning down and using the ladle that stuck out of the large water pot on the ground to pour herself a cup of water and drinking it quickly. A good amount of water streaked down her face, and onto her form, though she didn't seem bothered.
For now, she relatively ignored Finnea, breathing hard still and looking onwards into an odd corner of the room. She had no reason to really... Engage Finnea, other that fulfilling her word. She honestly didn't feel like her and the girl had much in common. Though, a few words could change everything. Even the mood between two people.
Finnea Virlee
"I just told you, don't watch the weapon, watch the opponent. You're gonna' get killed..."
Crysis would say this regardless of whether or not Finnea had taken the hand. Their previous spar had definitely left a lot of their personal spat on the ground, and somehow both of the girls had moved past it. Ultimately, the beginning of something powerful, and beautiful was beginning to flourish, though neither of them were fully aware of it yet. Here, Crysis and Finnea had some time fully to themselves to discuss things that weren't necessarily focused on the Dominion of Shadows. To learn more about each other, and to perhaps grow that relationship beyond blind hate and rage.
Perhaps more so Crysis than Finnea.
Though, Crysis still had a knot on her forehead from where Finnea had hit her with an admittedly accurate blow, catching her completely off guard. The difference so far as far as Crysis could tell was Finnea wasn't a true fighter. She gave up too easy when she was more than she thought she was. Well... If she kept sparring Crysis, she would get out of those habits quick, or receive scars... Something Crysis at this point could honestly say was purely out of concern. She didn't want this girl to be hurt, even though she didn't know her as well as she wanted too.
"If I come in like this"
She recreated the movement she had just done a moment ago with her own metal staff, then surprisingly gently moved forward to move Finnea's arm to recreate what she had done.
"Don't respond to me, you strike here, here, or here..."
Crysis offered, pointing at her own face, chest, and lower abdomen. Crysis looked at her own body as she gestured, but then looked up at Finnea with curiosity, and perhaps a slight bit of annoyance. Finnea was... She was a good fighter. Better than Crysis felt the girl knew. She was simply too defensive, thinking she couldn't hurt her opponent. When in reality Finnea was strong in her own right.
Crysis still wouldn't tell her that, but she knew it now. Finnea wasn't some helpless kitten. Well, she was, only... Mentally, She had immense potential. And yet, Crysis felt as though Finnea thought too much. Worried about what would come instead of imposing her will on the other. A grin crossed her features, though Crysis would look away to hide it.
"Let's take a break... We should drink some water"
Crysis said, turning away from Finnea and walking towards the benches in the training room in Mergoth Shul, on Icarus. Crysis simply discarded the staff from her hand, moving to sit in her training shorts, and shirt. Most reliably akin to a sports bra, and tight shorts. Most of her relatively scarred body on display in their private sparring session. Crysis sat on one bench, with enough space for two, while another bench was there (also with enough space for too) leaning down and using the ladle that stuck out of the large water pot on the ground to pour herself a cup of water and drinking it quickly. A good amount of water streaked down her face, and onto her form, though she didn't seem bothered.
For now, she relatively ignored Finnea, breathing hard still and looking onwards into an odd corner of the room. She had no reason to really... Engage Finnea, other that fulfilling her word. She honestly didn't feel like her and the girl had much in common. Though, a few words could change everything. Even the mood between two people.


