Al right, Mimic it is.
I'm technically in a fight mode right now, but you're not ready. So I'm okay with holding off for now.
I mean I could, but I just need to figure out how I'd go about it... I need to write up my speech for the tournament announcement too, actually.
-MEANWHILE, in the Forest-
-Dr.9 was heading toward the room from her cliffside retreat- I gotta consider going back from my vacation soon...
Edited by RegularDefender on Oct 4th 2018 at 6:05:24 PM
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOutside (Jean)
-O-Oh, right...-
"...Do you want me to transform?"
-She's up for training...-
-As for what Xenos said...-
"Oh yeah... You would have to have something like that set up for that, wouldn't you?"
-Hmm...-
"...I've never really done much involving theatrics. I don't think I'd be much help. Sorry."
Outside (Jean)
-Theatrics are more of a villain thing?-
-...Actually, that does make sense. Showing off, flaunting...-
-...More of a villainous thing than a heroic one.-
"I mean there's also theatrics as in just putting on a show. Drama and all of that. For something like an opening ceremony it'd be good to have. Not really limited to 'heroic' or 'villainous'..."
-Ah, all right...-
"Let's go then."
-She transforms, and gets into a stance.-
"Ready when you are!"
-OK, stay calm... You don't know what this guy will be like... Not the generic Mimic-Bot, that's for sure. This guy has to have an actual fighting style, and Jean can't assume he'll be just like the normal one...-
Guten tag, vhat brings you out into zhis neck of the woods?
-she smiles to the young woman, stopping on her path slightly-
-in the back of her head, mildly suspicious about the direction the young woman was taking-
Mmm... Yeah, I'll consider it. Anyway, I'm gonna sit down to watch this.
Al right then, Jean.
-Mimic slowly adopts a fighting stance, and looks over Jean's stance for a few moments-
-before he suddenly goes forward, attempting to lead with a bit of a long punch-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post"Oh, good...morning? I think it's still morning. I got lost coming here and haven't been out lately."
-She speaks in an odd cadance, not a stutter but choppy, stagnant compared to the natural flow of a sentence. Her voice doesn't sound unsure so much as unused to speaking like this, in some way-
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Mimic takes the hit to the side, but quickly responds with a jab of his own, trying to knock Jean off balance slightly- You're getting faster reactions every time we do this, you know.
Ahhh, so you're a little lost, ya...
Vell you've come to zhe right doctor gal, I can show you zhe vay to a good place vhere you can get some food and socialise vith people.
Come, come! I'm heading zhat vay myself.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOutside (Jean)
-Mimic succeeds with that hit, and Jean has to put more effort into trying to keep her balance. This will leave her open to an attack!-
-She's busy trying to stay focused (along with trying to steady herself) so she doesn't say anything.-
-...Still, she's actually very happy that she's apparently getting better.-
You do need to get better at taking hits, though.
-with that opening available, Mimic goes for a punch to the gut!-
-say, he feels stronger than his generic programming too, Jean-
Oh! So you already know it, zhen... huh. I guess you vere bored sitting around zhere, huh?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postOutside (Jean)
-OW!!!-
-Jean gets hit, and skids back a fair amount.-
-Duly noted about needing to get better about dealing with hits!-
-And yeah... Mimic's really strong, huh...?-
-Calm down... Don't let your nerves get to you, Jean...-
-...Let's try a more aggressive approach.-
-Upon regaining her bearings, Jean rushes towards Mimic, aiming to do another jab, followed by a hook.-
Please pardon the narrator as she has no idea how to write a cohesive fight. ^^;
-Mimic blocks the first jab with his forearm, before dodging back a little from the hook- Good, you're trying to show initiative.
Right now, I'm just reacting to your attacks, but what would I do to try and change this?
Mmm... vell vhat do you do back home?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postTime you knew about the concept of reversals and counter-attacks.
Lets slow down from sparring, and I'll talk you through a basic one. I want you to slowly come at me with a punch- not an actual punch, because I'm going to show you each of my movements in the technique.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postFirst, I grab your arm with my hand- make sure it matches the side it's coming from. So if they're punching with their right, you grab with your left.
-he grabs her forearm, slightly deflecting it- You don't want to catch the fist, because that'll hurt you a lot of the time, so you hold onto the wrist, and push it away so that it doesn't hit you.
You step in- -he steps forward, closing the distance with Jean- and with my other hand, I strike your face. This disorients you. -he mimes hitting her in the face-
And while I was stepping forward, I placed my leg behind your legs. Since I'm still holding your arm, and you've been distracted by my punch, I then pull you across in a rotating motion- to trip you over my leg and onto the ground. -he again mimes this-
This is a simple takedown, and when they're on the ground you immediately have an advantage. You even have their arm held, still.
Ooof... hit vith zhe amnesia, huh.
Vell... hmmm... I'm sure you'll find somezhing. I don't have many opportunities open for people at zhe moment, alzhough I am an employer.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postIt's more of a technique, than a strategy.
But there's a few principles that my copy's combat usually abide by, outside of strikes.
Oh ya! My name ist Dr.9. I'm a CEO of a Veapons and Technology company back home- named after myself, of course. 9.Corp
So if science, bodyguard vork, or anything in engineering and mechanics interest you, vell... zhe door ist open.
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