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A Simple Task is Never Simple [Solo][[Closed]]

Postby Anila on May 4th, 2011, 12:01 am

Spring
Day 23
511 AV

Thump, thump, thud, scream of frustration, thump, thud, thud, thud.

The dummy seemed to be smirking, bouncing back after each hit, kick, and punch with unwavering reliability. Taunting, the dummy never seemed to waver very far with the blows. Mocking, the target seemed invincible.

Stuffed to the overflowing brim, the burlap sac looked soft and had a rough feel to it; which scratched the soft skin of hands and tickled the palms. It was settled upon a stub of wood, sitting innocently. It wore a simple smiling, which seemed to be more mocking than anything. What kind of enemy wore a smile through all of the kicks, hits, and other uses of inflicting pain? Someone who wanted to infuriate their attacker, of course!

There were several of the burlap sack targets along in a line, quite spaced out from one another. Although there were a few other Drykas in the area, there was only one pair working together on a target. The War Pavilion wasn't very popular today. Thank goddess.

Gemian was nearby, curled in a ball, nose hidden inside the white fluff of his tail as his beady eyes watched the activities around him. So far, only one Drykas had passed Anila, and a low growl was emitted. Perhaps it was the atmosphere which caused his wariness. Perhaps simply being in an open area outside of his normal. Or the hot-blooded energy radiating off of Anila in waves.

Turning back to the target, a glare in her hazel eyes, Anila ground her teeth together in frustration. Jealousy raged through her. The least she could hope was that the other Drykas had been doing this for a very long time. It would almost kill her to find that they were new to this. Hell, though she couldn't hurt this damned dummy, she would succeed in strangling them.
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A Simple Task is Never Simple [Solo]

Postby Anila on May 4th, 2011, 2:56 am

Thud!

Anila landed a solid foot against the target, which proved, once again, how sturdy it was and didn't move. A little puff of dust flew up to decorate the air. Sweat dribbled down her face, taking flight from the side of her cheek. One of many to have fallen. Angered, Anila swiped at the sweat drop with the back of her hand.

Nevermind that her knuckles were raw and the salty liquid burned like an open flame, or that a smear of red blood was now probably slashed across her cheek. Practically snorting air, Anila stared down the target. It stared back with drawn on eyes. Forced to blink and look away, Anila shifted upon her sore feet. She could already feel the blisters forming.

Bouncing on the soles of her feet, Anila launched towards the target again. Her right fist slammed into the sack and a grunt fell from Anila's mouth. As did a very unladylike word.

Thump!

The dummy had barely collapsed, but still managed to rub the raw wounds upon her knuckles. Grinding her teeth together, Anila ignored the blood pooling on her hand and stepped back to process her 'enemy'.

Nearby, solid thumps echoed in the arena. Breath tickled her parted lips; hands clenching and unclenching. A burning had taken hold of both her appendages and deep within. Anila would make the target at least move before she left.

Thump, thud, thud, scream of frustration, thump, thud..

Half an hour later, nothing had changed except Anila was more sweaty and Gremian was quietly snoring. He'd long since given up watching over her. No one else was in the arena.

"Urg!!" Flailing towards the target, Anila kicked it in anger. Pain rocketed up her foot, and she hobbled back a stab before grasping her foot to her chest and hopping in place.

Curses resounded through the air, loud enough to echo. Gremian lifted one ear lazily in her direction as she practically spit fire. Anger scorched her tongue; tasting like a foul medicine. Still the stupid smirk stayed on the dummy's face!

Blinded by rage, Anila landed another kick to the target. Pain zigzagged up her leg and, now being inventive, more curses fell from her lips. Gremian trotted behind her as she limped from the pavilion.

Some day, she would be back and that burlap sack dummy would pay!
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A Simple Task is Never Simple [Solo][[Mixcoatl]]

Postby Mycroft on May 20th, 2011, 1:28 am

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- Anila -
Her right fist slammed into the sack and a grunt fell from Anila's mouth. As did a very unladylike word.


Experience:
Unarmed Combat: +3

Lores:
Raw Knuckles
Training with a Dummy
Redirecting Frustration
Unladylike Cursing
Intense Hatred for a Burlap Sack

Notes: Anila's rage was palpable! I can really feel that seething hatred she has for that dummy. It makes me scared to think about what it all might be stemming from. I would've given more points in combat if there was more detail about her actual attacks and descriptions of what her body was doing - how much power she put into a blow, how she adjusted her balance to accommodate for the blows. Still, great writing, very emotionally communicative
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