roachmeow (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} roachmeow) wrote,@ 2004-03-23 03:05:00 |
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03 - 23 - 2004 : introduction? but to what?
Meitan was the first to scream at shock and outrage of what was happening. But her voice was soon lost in the cacophony of voices that arose. Anger, suprise, shock and disbelief mixed into the atmosphere of that lazy afternoon.
Its not everyday when the new teacher they have for Combat Arts, one who everyone in the school seem to like and favor, would intentionally and without mercy 'attack' in class a student with what seemed to be killing intent.
It was not everyday when they saw solid hits land on a human body, with the almost audible crack of breaking bone.
Kariss Trick.
She arrived as quietly as the other Combat Arts teachers that the school has had over the past few weeks. The others simply disappeared or were recalled into service against the increasing attacks against settlements on the borders. The students were now rather uncaring as to what would happen to this specific class' teacher.
She wasn't even introduced to the students formally. She was just there, sitting on the grass-filled square that was the Combat Arts Field with an amused look on her face. She didn't even look like a Combat Arts teacher. She looked young, maybe around her mid 20's, but it was not to be taken for granted. Magic can do a lot of things. She appeared smaller than she really was, as Meitan wasn't the only one who gve whispered comments on that aspect when she stood up to address the class assembled before her.
What made her very different from the rest of the other Combat Arts teachers was that she had no weapons visible on her body. She wore a blue denim jacket that was unbuttoned up to her stomach, and beneath it was a loose black shiny shirt. Finally, the calf-length deep blue skirt she had on wasn't continous. That is, there were cuts in positioned in front of her legs that gave away the design's combat-oriented context. Aside from the deep blue gauntlets and shin guards she was wearing, she seemed unfit for the job.
A few minutes into the class, however, the students knew that she was for real. She didn't act as if they knew nothing, nor did she act as if they weren't worth teaching.
The only rule she said she would follow to the letter was this, "I will spar with you in the proper amount of hostility and lethality that is appropriate for your level. That is, I won't kill any of you but I will spar you at the level of your expertise. And with that, I will be able to teach you properly at what you need to be taught."
Meitan forgot about this rule when she saw Kariss spar with Riel, one of their aloof classmates. It was because Kariss didn't seem to be holding back, her myriad of kicks and punches that were often held back or pulled when faced with other students landed with such force that it would have knocked out most. It wasn't only that which surprised and shocked the students.
It was the first time they saw blood in that class being drawn.
Meitan was the first to scream at shock and outrage of what was happening. But her voice was soon lost in the cacophony of voices that arose. Anger, suprise, shock and disbelief mixed into the atmosphere of that lazy afternoon.
Its not everyday when the new teacher they have for Combat Arts, one who everyone in the school seem to like and favor, would intentionally and without mercy 'attack' in class a student with what seemed to be killing intent.
It was not everyday when they saw solid hits land on a human body, with the almost audible crack of breaking bone.
Kariss Trick.
She arrived as quietly as the other Combat Arts teachers that the school has had over the past few weeks. The others simply disappeared or were recalled into service against the increasing attacks against settlements on the borders. The students were now rather uncaring as to what would happen to this specific class' teacher.
She wasn't even introduced to the students formally. She was just there, sitting on the grass-filled square that was the Combat Arts Field with an amused look on her face. She didn't even look like a Combat Arts teacher. She looked young, maybe around her mid 20's, but it was not to be taken for granted. Magic can do a lot of things. She appeared smaller than she really was, as Meitan wasn't the only one who gve whispered comments on that aspect when she stood up to address the class assembled before her.
What made her very different from the rest of the other Combat Arts teachers was that she had no weapons visible on her body. She wore a blue denim jacket that was unbuttoned up to her stomach, and beneath it was a loose black shiny shirt. Finally, the calf-length deep blue skirt she had on wasn't continous. That is, there were cuts in positioned in front of her legs that gave away the design's combat-oriented context. Aside from the deep blue gauntlets and shin guards she was wearing, she seemed unfit for the job.
A few minutes into the class, however, the students knew that she was for real. She didn't act as if they knew nothing, nor did she act as if they weren't worth teaching.
The only rule she said she would follow to the letter was this, "I will spar with you in the proper amount of hostility and lethality that is appropriate for your level. That is, I won't kill any of you but I will spar you at the level of your expertise. And with that, I will be able to teach you properly at what you need to be taught."
Meitan forgot about this rule when she saw Kariss spar with Riel, one of their aloof classmates. It was because Kariss didn't seem to be holding back, her myriad of kicks and punches that were often held back or pulled when faced with other students landed with such force that it would have knocked out most. It wasn't only that which surprised and shocked the students.
It was the first time they saw blood in that class being drawn.
