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Post by Soprano on Oct 6, 2010 0:21:57 GMT -6
Sergio laughed when Camille mentioned that Dante was probably asleep. If he wasn’t dead asleep, he would be. He kept that detail to himself.
“Yeah, come play hooky wif me,” he said with a grin.
He jogged to a stop, having made three laps around the camp; which was pretty large. It felt like a good warm up and it was even better with the armor for resistance. He took a breather for a second and then began to strip his armor off, carrying it toward his tent. He tossed it all in haphazardly and returned to Camille with a grin.
“I guess ya know howta fight han’ ta han,’ right?” he said, holding up his hands and moving his feet to a fighting stance.
He wasn’t a boxer, by any means, nor a martial artist, he was a swordsman first. Of course, it was silly not to know how to punch. He had no clue what he was in for.
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Post by lillium on Oct 6, 2010 16:48:12 GMT -6
"Sure, why not?" Camille said, smiling back. Dante probably wouldn't care, and if he did, again, not her problem. If he'd actually bothered to train her or make an attempt at being nice, she wouldn't have to get help from Sergio. Dante had done this to himself, and Camille really did not give a shit what he thought anymore.
Camille stopped jogging and waited for Sergio to finish. It had been an alright warmup, and it felt good to be actually doing something now instead of running around carrying messages for people and cleaning guns.
"Of course I do," Camille answered when Sergio returned. She moved her feet and bent her knees so that she was in the proper stance. Thank god for those years spent learning Krav Maga. She looked at Sergio's form, trying to gauge how good at hand-to-hand combat he was. Even if he was a blockhead, he probably could fight. He was in the Seidhrfolk for some reason.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 6, 2010 17:26:06 GMT -6
Sergio didn’t typically spar with the other women of Seidhfolk. They were all pretty super-powered compared to him, so he figured they could kick his ass without trying. He launched a punch at Camille’s shoulder, not really knowing the etiquette for sparring with women. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he wasn’t sure if she could hurt him; as was the dilemma of being in a camp full of fighters.
“Firs’ thing ya gotta know about demons,” he began, “Ya can’t kill’em like ya can killa person.”
He figured that tidbit would be kind of obvious.
“So ya gotta figure out which way ta kill ‘em, dependin’ on tha demon,” he said, “Like… a lotta them, ya have ta cut of the head.”
He emphasized what he was saying by drawing a line across his neck with his thumb.
“Sometimes, ya just gotta hack ‘em ta pieces,” he shrugged.
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Post by lillium on Oct 6, 2010 17:41:30 GMT -6
Camille dodged Sergio's punch, and threw one back at him towards his stomach. She hadn't sparred for a few weeks, and so it was good to do this again. It was a necessity, though. Getting rusty at her "art" wasn't a very good idea, especially not now. Camille wasn't quite sure on how Krav Maga would translate from fighting humans to demons. It was, after all, the art of kicking someone in the balls.
"You don't want me to chop off your head, I don't think," Camille said flatly. "And I think you really don't want me to cut you into tiny pieces, either. I think I might get in trouble for that." She smirked. Well, it wasn't like she had anything to hack and slash with right now, anyway. Sure, she had the dagger she always carried with her, but that wasn't very good for hacking and slashing, just stabbing and slicing.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 6, 2010 18:44:40 GMT -6
Sergio took a step backwards, making Camille’s punch miss him by millimeters. It nearly hurt just by the thought of it, though. Damn. That was a fast fucking punch; he didn’t know she was skilled in unarmed combat. That would have been good to know before he started sparring with her. He decided not to pull anymore punches, for lack of a better word.
He kept his right arm in front of his face and ducked down a little bit, going for an uppercut to Camille’s chin. He expected that she’d block it or avoid it, so he was ready.
“Nah, I don’t esspect you ta practice right now,” he said, “Jus’ ta know for when it comes up.”
That was the most effective way to deal with low-level demons. Once she got a little bit of experience fighting off gruesome things from hell, it’d be easier to teach her how to deal with stronger stuff.
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Post by lillium on Oct 6, 2010 22:23:02 GMT -6
Camille did as Sergio had expected and avoided the uppercut and instead sent a punch towards his chest. There were more things she could do, but she decided that doing her worst wouldn't be a very good idea and that she wouldn't learn very much if she pulled all of the dirty tricks.
Although Camille really wouldn't have minded kicking a certain person in the balls.
"Sounds good," Camille said. "Except I don't use a sword, I have an assault rifle." She didn't mention the stiletto knife. Camille didn't really like mentioning it. It was something that wasn't supposed to be noticed, something that just came out if she really needed to do something sneaky.
Sergio wasn't too shabby, Camille thought. At least, he seemed to be dodging her so far, which was pretty good. She'd have to get better. But perhaps Sergio wasn't as much of a blockhead as she had thought- Or perhaps he was, and he was just good at fighting.
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Post by Soprano on Oct 6, 2010 22:41:46 GMT -6
Sergio quickly moved his right arm to redirect Camille’s fist and moved his left fist again for a punch in the chest. He hesitated before he could actually hit her; he wasn’t sure about how he felt about hitting girls. He realized he gave her an opening, he hoped she didn’t hit him hard, knowing she could. God knows she might have a little bit of pent up anger over… things.
“Eh, you’re right, but ya get my point, right?” he said, “I’m sure ya know how ta use a gun ta annihilate someone.”
He tried to move backwards before she retaliated from the wimp blow he didn’t hit her with. Dammit, he had to pick a girl to spar with. It was mostly himself he trained or demons he fought. He made up his mind that he had to get used to hitting girls. Especially if his hunch was right.
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Post by lillium on Oct 6, 2010 23:10:36 GMT -6
Camille grinned when she saw Sergio hesitate and she aimed a punch at his jaw. It wasn't too hard, it could have been worse- She was holding back a bit here. After all, she didn't really have any good reason to beat Sergio up- Actually, she didn't really have any reason to. So she tried to not break anything. "You shouldn't be afraid to hit a girl," she said, smirking. What if he was fighting some demon chick and he was too afraid to slice her open? That would be the lamest way to die, death by chivalry. Camille thought it was pointless to be afraid of hitting a girl.
"Of course I do," Camille said. After all, she had gunned down the dog seal demon things. Hellmouths, that was it. She really did have to get used to calling them that, but dog seal demon things described them so well!
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Post by Soprano on Oct 6, 2010 23:19:42 GMT -6
Sergio, even though he tried to move away, got hit square in the jaw and reeled backwards, arms windmilling to try to keep balance.
“Shit!” he said as he tumbled to the ground, “I’ll remembeh that tha next damn time!”
He moved his jaw around slightly, trying to get it back into place. Damn! Girl had a nasty punch being that little body. He bounced right back up, not bothering to put up a stance or anything.
“Hey,” he said, “If ya know what I’m talkin’ about, wanna come on a mission wif me today?”
He had to go scout the area, but it was a pretty dangerous area, now that they’d be sticking around for awhile. If she got some experience in fighting demons, he could at least help with her technique or something. He was pretty sure she was a badass all by herself, but he needed to be aware of what she was and wasn’t doing.
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Post by lillium on Oct 6, 2010 23:34:30 GMT -6
Camille's smirk grew wider. That hadn't even been everything she had, but she didn't mention it to Sergio. Might as well not add insult to injury. "Good," she said. It was insulting to be underestimated, really, but she wasn't surprised. It seemed like everyone was underestimating her lately. Oh well, she'd let them. They'd be proven wrong soon enough. That cheered her up, probably more than it should have.
She was surprised when Sergio got right back up, but it seemed like he was used to getting injured. After all, he had gotten a black eye the first night she'd arrived, hadn't he? And he'd treated it like it was nothing. Hmm.
"Sure, why not?" Camille asked. Really, Dante could just go screw himself. He probably was, she thought, feeling her stomach turn. Anyway, if he got mad, again, it was his own problem. He'd made himself so repulsive that Camille didn't want to be around him, anyway.
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