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Post by Syana Flamberge on Dec 28, 2015 19:01:35 GMT -6
Syana knew that she was in trouble when she felt her feet leave the ground. The punch itself had landed and it certainly stung, but she could come back from that. The combination of being pulled downwards and have her legs swept out from under her surprised her. She was in trouble, but then again, she'd gotten out of worse than this before. Plus, this was partly her fault. She should have known that Saturos would have been expecting a similar attack pattern. The reason why it had worked in the first place was because he wasn't expecting it. Against a smart opponent like him, she had to be better.
As she fell through the air, it felt like she was falling in slow motion. There wasn't a lot of options for her right now. Sure, she could plan for what she could do after they landed. Would she need to break his grip or would the impact alone weaken it enough for her to slip out of it and counter him while he was still on the ground? None of that really mattered right now, however. First, she had to figure out how she would land.
If she did nothing, there was little to no chance that she would be able to mount an offensive. With Saturos on top of her, even if she broke his grip there would be no where to go. The deck of the ship was growing closer and she needed to react. She only had one thing come to mind, and she knew it was a risk because it might not work or could even end up hurting her instead. But it was her only option. Just before hitting the deck, Syana raised her right knee up, aimed right at Saturos' stomach. In theory, he would land on it and the impact would knock the air out of him. Who knows, maybe she would be lucky and her knee wouldn't break instead.
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Post by Saturos Prox on Feb 27, 2016 15:34:50 GMT -6
Syana's knee hit Saturos squarely in the stomach, sending a wrenching feeling of nasuea through him, but with the momentum he had created it did more to injure the Etrurian than it did to help the red-head. It was too late for her. She'd hit the deck with a resounding thud, and he'd stumble off to toss his lunch over the edge of the boat. It would be simple to describe what came out of the Etrurian operative's mouth, but incredibly unnecessary.
"No more," he groaned, wiping the last drips of food-laden bile from his lower lip, holding up an open palm towards Syana while he did so to signal that he was definitely finished with their little show of strength. This was hardly a life or death situation, where anything goes, which meant that for Saturos vomiting was definitely a line in the sand, along with breaking bones, twisting ankles, and other various injuries. He looked over at the Ilian with a weakened look in his eyes. "You fight like a cornered wolf. Just take the fall with a little grace, yeesh." He shook his head then continued looking back down at the water. The soft motion of the waves running alongside the boat helped take his mind off of the throbbing pain in his gut. The operative could tell that this one was going to hurt for awhile, and it did little to help his seasickness which had been the whole point of this exercise. Ugh, he'd probably have to skip dinner if his stomach didn't calm down.
"Note to self: don't spar an Ilian," he grumbled under his breath, shooting a dark glance at Syana, then lifted his head up to look at the horizon before muttering his last complaint. "Bunch of crazy people."
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Post by Syana Flamberge on Feb 29, 2016 14:36:59 GMT -6
Syana groaned as Saturos landed on her and then stumbled over to the edge of the boat to throw up. She had forgotten about his seasickness and now realized that using her knee there probably hadn't helped that much. She felt bad, as she had gotta caught up in the heat of the moment. She rolled to get up to her feet to check on him and felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. She grimaced. She was able to keep it together, unlike when she had rolled her ankle earlier. She knew this pain. She had felt it before.
Slowly getting to her feet, she staggered over to Saturos. A small smirk grew on her face. "You say cornered wolf like it's a bad thing. And I'm very graceful, thank you very much." She added a wink to show she was joking before an apologetic face appeared. "I'm sorry, I forgot about the seasickness. You ok?" She rested her right hand on his back lightly. She winced slightly as the motion moved her left shoulder, causing another shock of pain.
She took a step back and gave a little laugh. "Try sparring with four Ilians, all older than you, daily. It's a boatload of fun. And besides," Syana turned so that Saturos could actually see her left side. Her left arm hung limp. The combination of her landing wrong and not realizing it before Saturos had not landed on her had lead to her shoulder dislocating. She grit her teeth as she spoke. "Would a crazy person do this?" She grabbed her left arm with her right and jerked it back into the socked with a muffled scream of pain. She looked up again, still wincing. "See?" She panted. "Nothing crazy about that.."
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Post by Saturos Prox on May 9, 2016 17:00:32 GMT -6
“I’m fine, and I’ll pass, thank you,” came the Etrurian’s assured reply.
Saturos looked over his shoulder in time to see his sparring partner pop her shoulder back into place. He winced. He’d dislocated a shoulder twice before, both times his left, and if there was anything that he had taken from either experience it was that he’d prefer if it it never happened it again. Not only was the unsetting and subsequent setting of bone quite painful, but each dislocation had left him some degree of sore for weeks. And every now and then Saturos noticed that his left arm was a fair bit less elastic than he’d like, more stiff than his right. Did that have anything to do with it? He thought so. Perhaps it was time to see a healer about it.
“No, putting your arm back in the right place is necessary. The crazy happened when you tried kicking me instead of positioning yourself to take the fall.“ Saturos eyed the receding coastline as he tried to swallow the last of his impact-induced nausea. He could appreciate the red-head’s pain. “So the shoulder is your own fault. Counterattacks should be predictions, not reactions. You were going to hit the ground anyway, why risk the shoulder?” The operative nodded a bit as he spoke. The best attacks were those thought through. Injuring an opponent was pointless if it meant injuring yourself more. Sound advice, he thought, but as it was his advice it made sense that he'd think so. Also his stomach still hurt, so any lesson that could be derived from this that reduced his chances of getting kicked in the gut was a good one.
"But whatever, it's done. Well fought."
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Post by Syana Flamberge on May 10, 2016 12:21:18 GMT -6
Syana gave a shrug. "It's habit. Where I'm from, we're trained to fight until you can't anymore. Fight to survive type stuff. A dislocated shoulder is small payment to still be alive. But you're right. Can't fight like that everywhere and expect it to always come out ok." There was no need for her to be combative about that. Saturos was the better fighter, she had always known that. So it would be foolish to simply write what he said off. If anything, heeding his advice would make her better in the long run and hopefully keep her alive longer.
She gave the man a nod. "Well fought yourself." If the two of them stayed paired up, Syana wasn't sure what they'd be able to accomplish together. She was no slouch and Saturos was better than her. It felt as though they could do almost anything. But that type of over confidence leads even the best fighters to their doom. Besides that, she had no idea how long they'd be traveling together. Heck, she hadn't see Saturos in over a year. He could be up to any number of important things now and she was just getting in the way. Not that that would stop her from staying with him for a bit, but still.
The red headed mercenary draped her arm around his shoulder. "Again, I'm sorry about that." She gave him her big, sad eyes. "You still love me though, right?" She even gave her lip a little quiver. She didn't expect any of this to work. In fact, she half expected Saturos to roll his eyes and toss her overboard. But she might get a laugh out of him and then it would be worth it.
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