The Beginning Of Two Echos

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din sat, waiting, in the same room he had first met [member="Mikkel Markov"] in a week prior. He had petitioned to take the Umburan under his training in the hopes of bringing out the potential of the new agent for the glory of the Gods. He had sent a message to his newest student to meet here, and now all he had to do was wait.


(OOC: Sorry its so short, stuck on ideas)

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel opened the door, a canvas bag with his equipment slung over his back. Looking to [member="Tyro'din"], Mikkel smiled. "I got your message, sorry I'm late. I assumed I'd be training with you, but I haven't heard much from anyone since last week," Mikkel said "So what are we doing today?"

 

[Tyro'din]

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

"Nothing, or rather nothing physical." Was the quick and curt reply. Standing, he walked over to his pupil to guide him out of the room and into a door a few meters down the corridor to a conference room. Taking a seat - and gesturing for Mikkel to do so as well - Tyro'din began to speak again, "Beyond setting up a few ground rules we will be brainstorming on what I will be training you in and what you will be training me in if we encounter something you know and I don't." Pausing for a second to withdraw a datapad, Tyro'din contined, "Ground rules. First of: no titles, you will call me by my name. Second: if during sparing one of us bows to the other while averting their eyes, the session ends immediately. Third: we will be training in all condition and may travel a bit as such, I expect no complaining. Finally: You will be training in the armour provided for Agents and without it. If you choose to to never wear it outside of training, so be it. Now," here he unlocked the datapad, "what do you want your training to entail?"

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Nodding to all of the ground rules, Mikkel thought briefly about what he wanted to train in. After a moment, Mikkel drew the two knives of his, each about 20cm in length, from the sheathes attached to his legs. "I'd like to train with these. I have minor experience using them in combat, up until now they've just been for show."

 

[Tyro'din]

"Very well." He said as he made a note on the datapad, "I will also include as many weapons as I can. I am proficient enough in the use of a bo staff and spear to teach you how to wield them." As he was speaking he continued to make notes, "I will also aim to take you with me on some low key missions to give field experience with working alongside some, as I expect us to be a team in the future." Looking up at Mikkel, Tyro'din rhetorically asked, "On your application one of the areas you mentioned was assassination, correct?" Before the Umbaran could respond, Tyro'din returned to making notes. "As that is one of my areas of expertise I will be able to advise and teach you in it as well. Any problems with this? If not, meet me here tomorrow at 0530 sharp."


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Mikkel nodded and said "See you then" as he got up and walked out of the room. The next day, Mikkel showed up a bit early and entered the room, intentionally forgetting to turn on the lights, and set his bag next to the table, in plain sight from the door. Mikkel then took post standing right next to the door, hoping to take Tyro'din by surprise when he enters.

 

[Tyro'din]

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

As Tyro'din walked into the room the next day, he was slightly surprised to see the lights off and yet smell Mikkel strong enough to know he had recently been in the area. He entered the room with a small smirk that only grew when he saw the pack in plain view and smell the Umbaran extremely close. Ultimately, he decided to go along with his student's ploy and see how well he had planned, as such he left himself completely open to the attack planned by Mikkel.

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Mikkel was slightly surprised when Tyro'din didn't notice Mikkel outright, since when he walked in Mikkel was within arm's reach to his right, flat against the wall. Mikkel quietly unholstered his pistol and powered it on, pointing it at Tyro'din's head. "You know, I was able to pay for my ship using the same tactic," Mikkel said.

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din let out a disappointed sigh when he felt the blaster against his head, "I expected better of you than this. I am in now way restrained from any movement I could make towards you." To prove this point, the bothan lifted his legs slightly and let gravity do its job, pulling him away from the barrel of the gun. In the same movement he snapped a kick out at Mikkel's legs before stepping into his guard, bringing one arm up to wrench the blaster from his grip. At the same tie he brought a leg up to connect with his groin and a hand to wrap around his throat before he brought the blaster around to bare n its previous wielder. "You should have not stopped to talk and immobilized me immediately." As he was talking he had lifted the Umbaran off of the ground slightly. Suddenly dropping him he turned at walked out of the room, saying over his shoulder, "Meet me in the room where I tested your physical capabilities, knife training begins immediately."

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Mikkel stood up, disappointed that Tyro'din didn't understand what he meant. Picking himself off the ground, Mikkel followed Tyro'din down the hallway. "If I meant to kill you, I'd have pulled the trigger before you felt it against your head, probably just as you noticed the bag," Mikkel said as he entered the room. "Armor or no?"

 

[Tyro'din]

"Better, If you put a blaster to someone's head, pull the damn trigger." Was the only comment he made on Mikkel's comment. "No armour." He said as he walked towards the centre of the room. "Now, take out one of those knives and hold it. That will be lesson one."

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel pulled out the knife strapped to his right leg, and held it like he'd be stabbing downwards. "The most I've used this was to do that one bar trick where you place your hand on the table and stab the spaces between your fingers," Mikkel said with a small chuckle.

 

[Tyro'din]

"Good, you already know how to hold a knife, that makes things simpler. Holding it like you are will allow you a stronger and firmer grip. Now when you fight with a knife I recommend that you mainly deal with slashes. If you need to use a knife it is clear that you are in a close quarters fight and slashes won't lower your guard and it prevents many from getting close. There is no true way to learn how to fight with a knife, though, other than gaining experience in using it." Having finished his speech, Tyro'din pulled two long daggers from his belt before setting an emotionless mask over his face, "Defend yourself." He ordered before lunging.

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Mikkel drew his other knife and jumped back. I forgot how fast he was for his size. Good thing I'm faster. Mikkel raised the knives and held them close to his face like a boxer defending himself. He'll have to strike first, and I'll try to parry. Maybe I'll be able to trip him up as well. Hopefully his fighting style is similar to the one he uses in hand to hand.

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din stepped in close, both knives were swinging at the same time. The one in his left hand was moving left to right and went high, the one in his right hand swinging low and from the right. All his weight was distributed onto his back right leg.

After swinging the blades he brought them back the other way, extended further this time, both aimed high. At the same time he kicked low with his left leg. "Remember, just because you fight with blades, it does not mean you are not fighting in close quarters and can hit the opponent."


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

Mikkel stepped back from the first slash and stepped back into range when his first attack was over. Mikkel ducked low to dodge and met the [member="Tyro'din"]'s left leg with his own. With his opponent's knives swiping over his head, Mikkel quickly slashed at Tyro'din's gut. Why would he leave himself so open?

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din leant backwards slightly, letting the blades of Mikkel cause a shallow cut. He immediately moved into action, his left knee came up, making contact with the Umbaran's outstretched arms while, at the same time, his fists shifted 90 degrees to point the blades downwards before the blades were driven into the extended arms. He quickly removed the blades and jumped backwards into a bow, signifying the end of the spar. "In that short spar I have taught you three things to remember when fighting with a knife. One: I made a flashy attack and that allowed you to get close, if in doubt, go simple. Two: Just because you are using knives it does not mean you must forget all other weapons, even unconventional ones. And remember, your body is a weapon. And three: if you can, go for the arms, nearly all weapons are operated by the arms, take them out of commission and you are closer to winning. Now, c'mon. Let's get you fixed up so that we can continue." The last sentence was said as Mikkel was guided out of the room and towards the nearest med centre. "As I said before, the true training is through practice, as such I will arrange for a training droid, programmed with all methods of fighting I plan on teaching you, to be delivered to your quarters."


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Mikkel Markov]

[member="Tyro'din"]

Mikkel managed to maintain his composure in front of Tyro'din as he sheathed his knives, and then let his arms go limp. That'd been the first time he had been stabbed in a long time. He was so shocked by the quick turn of events that his vocal implant let out a screech due to the overload of information coming from Mikkel's brain. Sighing, Mikkel allowed Tyro'din to lead him to the medical center. "Same time tomorrow?" he asked.

 

[Tyro'din]

"Yes. Same time tomorrow." For a once in a long time, Tyro'din allowed a comforting smile to form on his face. "Do not worry yourself about this. I have been training to use knives longer than you, someday you will most likely get to enjoy the revenge of giving me pain in such away." With a thump on the back, Tyro'din left Mikkel to the mercy of the med-droid and escaped to his quarters to tend to his cut himself.


[member="Mikkel Markov"]

 

[Tyro'din]

[member="Mikkel Markov"]

Tyro'din sat waiting for in the training room they always used a few months later. Beside him were two fencing foils. He had decided to teach his student the art of using a sword with finesse the same way he had been taught when he was younger. With the sport of fencing.

He was wearing his usual leather tunic but had a mask over his head as well as gloves on his hands.