[Open] En Garde!

[winged_knight]

WHO: Wing and anyone
WHERE: One of the larger lower platforms in Vector's Quadrant.
WHEN: Now (Wing personally practices twice a week, anyone may join/visit.)
WHAT: Melee sparring sessions, hand-to-hand and weapons combat. Anyone may watch, participate, receive or offer instruction. Technique discussion welcome as well.
WARNINGS: None yet.

Just enough light from Prima's quadrant touches the network of crystal cables crisscrossing Vector's domain that they turn slightly golden. One wide hanging bridge connects the main approach to one of many large platforms, Vector's tower standing vigil farther behind it. The platform has little in the way of walls, barriers or guard rails, but it is quite large with ample room for several groups to occupy should they choose to. There's a section near the middle, bare except for a large ring on the ground formed from bits of rope and cable knotted together. There's what appears to be a makeshift sparring dummy constructed of various bits of junk nearby.

The knight begins with a warm-up kata, slow and measured with empty and open hands, his movements pushing and pulling with a grace something his size and made of metal would not be expected to have. The warm up eventually transitions into faster flowing movements, punctuated by stronger, tighter fisted and more aggressive movements. Finally it escalates to drawn weapons, their plasma charge singing in the air as the blades move around the jet's body in a combative type of dance.

In several centuries of study and practice, Wing has mastered several forms of martial combat. Offensive and defensive stances, evades, holds, throws, parries, feints, disengages, missile deflects, but most importantly, incapacitates. Using knowledge precisely and intentionally applied to debilitate but not kill one's opponent was a key element to upholding the Circle of Light's philosophy.

All this, and yet Wing has had opportunity to apply but a small portion of it in true combat.

It's time now to expand that into practical application and test it in a much more informal setting. Wing seeks to expand the breadth of his experience while offering a vast knowledge base teachable to others.

Comments

[patokichi]

He actually hadn't come here with purpose. Deckerd just couldn't sit still after everything that had happened, and his mind was busy with worry. Far too tense to sit and fret without at least trying to make use of himself. He'd managed to find a half-can of gas in the junkyard so at least he wasn't in any danger of starving.

"Patrol" as he had assured himself, had turned much more into aimless wandering and blaming himself for Gunmax and Drifts little hospital visits.

But here is is, finding himself sitting at the edge of a small platform, watching Wing.

What is he doing?

Some kind of martial arts? Not like Power Joe, however. Something he might associate more closely to Shadowmaru, but not quite accurate either.

Definitely not his style of fighting. Deckerd is more conventional- uses guns, mostly. Hand-to-hand is secondary. But he can't help but be a little envious of how peaceful it looks. Taking a few steps out of the archway and to the edge of the circle to get a better look. He says nothing for now, just watches.

[dontasktrix]

Slipstream had been spending megacycles in Vector Prime's domain, since the horror-show monster invasion. Sure the drive-in theater in Detroit had been abandoned, but she had piggybacked media feeds from neighboring buildings; it was work even a moderately skilled human could manage. To her, the invasion had sure seemed like something out of an Earth movie.

However, her continued presence had nothing to do with having helped defend Vector's temple. She hadn't even spoken to the Prime or found much in common with the residents, except those that flew.

It was the network of connected platforms set in the canyon that attracted her: an aerial obstacle course on three axes, through canyon-focused winds and so many eddies about the structures and natural outcroppings. It was challenging to fly, more like the flying within Detroit than the sortie against the Omega Sentinel over open country. And, for now, flying the course gave her a sense of accomplishment little else here did.

It was fun.

Fun, however, was not more important that gathering intel or allies on weirdo-Cybertron. Playing nice with others had advantages. Slipstream knew how it had felt to fly with her brothers and the potential for greatness there, with proper leadership. Playing nice with Megatron had kept her from getting shot on sight, like Starscream, and found her added combat experience. Cooperation worked for Autobots. Seeing bots on a platform and Wing doing some kind of martial arts seemed an excellent opportunity for nice playing.

Slipstream tried to see if she could sneak up on him. She reversed, made a pass just skimming the forcefields below the platform, transformed, caught the edge of the platform, then pulled herself up.

later session let me know if this needs to be changed.

[sword_redemption]

Ratchet's finally let Drift leave his scowly care, probably because he'd reached the limit of his patience. And he didn't really feel like going back to Liege's, at least not yet. He should at least try to thank Vector for what he'd done.

At first, the Acolyte who had greeted him in the vestibule of Vector's palace had tried to take him to a room. He didn't want a room. He wanted to see Wing.

It figured Wing would practice in such an open area. It was exactly like him, that confidence just on the shiny side of ego.

Well, he'd earned it.

There was only one bridge out there, to the platform, so watching unobserved, which was what Drift really wanted to do, was out of the question. If Wing manages not to notice his approach, he certainly will when his pretty dancing blade cracks down across one of Drift's short blades.

ooc: can i handwave and say wing had mentioned a spar before to korra?

[not_halfbaked]

[ooc: It's kinda true, we discussed at CR Meme. ^^;]

Korra pulled on Naga's reigns, making them calm to a halt before Wing's practice. Korra watched him do his kata in awe.

When he seemed done, Korra finally called to him, waving a hand. "Hey, Wing!"