concoursec | (no subject)

Character(s): Yuri Otani, OPEN
Location: Training Center
Rating: PG, pobably
Open/Closed/Finished: open
Summary: Borg finally convinces Yuri to take on some monsters...

Ultimately Borg was a hunter and needed to hunt, he had explained to her. Yuri was, of course, reluctant to go anywhere there were monsters, but he had kept pestering her and reminding her that he was her only defense against attack, and if she had to rely on herself for that in her current state, what did she think would happen?

So Yuri had requisitioned some of her old alien fighting gear from storage: knee, elbow and hand protectors, rollerblades for a quick getaway, dart gun, catching net.

She crossed over into the humid jungle, hedged and contained by bridges and metal fencing. It reminded her of an old American movie she'd seen once about a park where they kept dinosaurs.

Her first opponent wasn't long in appearing: a seemingly innocent plant she was walking past reared up and opened strange jaws, leading into some kind of digestive bag. Tentacles whipped out and snapped at her. The grat was easily two heads taller than her.

Borg was instantly on the alert, tense but joyful. His 'wings' extended, and from those, drilltacles snapped out of their sheaths, ready to do some serious weed control.

Yuri, meanwhile, let out a little scream and fell on her butt, necessitating Borg to readjust a moment...

Threaded | Flat

Marco's ears perked warily at the sounds, kicking his own opponent in the head, quickly finishing it off instead of toying around, and rushed over to check from the sides that whoever it was wasn't in too much trouble.

Gakupo was in the training center, battling some Grats with his rather noisy sword and a few good ice blasts. It was also a good time to test out new para-magic.

Just as he felt the tingling feeling of casting another spell, he head a scream in the not too far off distance. He cast off Blizzara before running off to the person. With his heightened hearing, the search doesn't take long before he discovers a young girl on the floor, looking frightened.

It seemed that she was battling her own Grat.

He cast Fira at the creature, standing in front of the girl before readying his sword held in front of him. "Are you alright?"

As it so happened, Gwendolyn was doing her usual training rounds at that moment, parrying a grat's attacks. She had learned, over the course of her stay in this world, that the grats would start hitting harder and faster if one spent a long enough time dodging or countering their attacks, which was excellent for training in defensive maneuvers.

Hearing the scream, she parried one last strike before flying off, dashing to its source.