combat training mingle log

[policier]

characters: everyone
location: the village gymnasium
date/time: every monday, wednesday & friday throughout april, before the floods
content: beacon's residents gather together to teach each other how to fight, spar, and learn basic field medicine
warnings: violence, injury

What began as a conversation between Javert and Soldat, about what the latter man could do to make himself feel more useful, has now led to thrice a week training. The training itself begins as it often does, seven o'clock in the evening, right on the dot, because Javert does not tolerate tardiness. It ends just as punctually at nine, with a session of first aid training following thereafter.

The gymnasium itself is still in a state of disrepair, with creaky floors and a broken ceiling, but it's serviceable enough for their purpose. There are two torches lit on either side, illuminating the room, and exercise mats scattered across the floor. Against the wall, near the door, is a trunk full of swords of various quality, fencing equipment and training handbooks, several first aid kits, medical supplies, and cpr equipment.

Those who wish to learn how to fight are paired with someone willing to teach. Those who do not are encouraged to spar among themselves, to keep their skills sharp and work to better their technique. There will be a lesson in first aid afterward, should anyone require it. The lesson itself also serves as something of a makeshift clinic, allowing those who have been hurt during training, or those who are still recovering from old wounds, to be tended to and healed. It's a cooperative effort. Anyone who wishes to help out with combat training or first aid may do so.

Comments

[worthallthis]

"Knifework is my specialty," they say without shame, simply matter-of-fact. "And hand to hand, if you want to work on anything that doesn't require a weapon." But if he really wants to focus on sword, Soldat will have to point him in the direction of their handler.

[fjorgedinfire]

"I could probably afford to work on a bit of both of those, to be honest," he admits wryly. "I don't exactly have much for when something gets up in my face like that, I think I could really use it."

Since. Spirits getting up in his face is exactly how he got both sets of broken ribs. And he goes to put both swords down - if Soldat doesn't want him making a mess then he'll just let his falchion evaporate on its own time.

[worthallthis]

Soldat makes sure Sora is fine on his own with a quick glance, then turns more fully to Fjord. New students are exciting, even if they're already friends. (Maybe especially if they're already friends.) "Then that's what I'm here for. How much about either one do you know?"

[fjorgedinfire]

"Not nothing, but not much. I didn't get into many fights as a kid, so mostly I learned to brawl from other sailors." So he's got no style to speak of, really. "Most of what I got out of it was 'lay someone out as fast as you can' and 'everyone enjoys a show'."

[worthallthis]

"First one's good for a real fight. Second one's not so good. Showy moves are usually easy to take advantage of." Says the guy who did backflips on the freeway. It's fine. They were supposed to be obvious then. (Not that Soldat clearly remembers that fight, anyway.) "You want knife training or hand to hand? For now." They can pick up the other later.