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voidtreckerexpress2022-05-06 02:36 pm
crowneddragon) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2022-05-06 02:36 pm
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[Closed] The dragon's out of the bag
Who: Esteban and Amaya
Where: Gym Carriage
When: Way Too Early on Rabbit Day 3
What: Esteban trusts Amaya with a secret
Warnings: Potential violence or mild injuries, since they're sparring
It's not their usual time. It's not their usual location.
Esteban had been a bit more pushy this time around, insisting on changing up their schedule just a bit, but he hadn't been overly open as to why. He'd insisted one last time when asking, and had used the very, very first signs that she'd ever taught him. A closed fist, thumb against his lips, palm dropping down to his chest and curling fingers around thin air. Parallel lines on each side.
{Secret-keeper. Please.}
He's taken care of all the preparations at least, having brought the mats from the training gym all the way to the sports carriage and laid them out so that they wouldn't get hurt. They have a decent space, and the area is quiet, with how early it is-- just after the train's forced reset, Esteban had asked. He'd insisted on starting with their usual warmups and light sparring, as if it was just another training session between them.
He is still facing Amaya with as much focus as he can; but the circumstances are odd, and there seems to be something distracting him. His breathing keeps on hitching each time that she moves, and his reaction time is slower. A blow that she knows he should have been able to dodge gets parried instead, leaving his left side open for a retaliation. Esteban notices, shifts backwards, trying to get some distance between them before she strikes back. It's sloppy; and he has been taught better than that, definitely.
Where: Gym Carriage
When: Way Too Early on Rabbit Day 3
What: Esteban trusts Amaya with a secret
Warnings: Potential violence or mild injuries, since they're sparring
It's not their usual time. It's not their usual location.
Esteban had been a bit more pushy this time around, insisting on changing up their schedule just a bit, but he hadn't been overly open as to why. He'd insisted one last time when asking, and had used the very, very first signs that she'd ever taught him. A closed fist, thumb against his lips, palm dropping down to his chest and curling fingers around thin air. Parallel lines on each side.
{Secret-keeper. Please.}
He's taken care of all the preparations at least, having brought the mats from the training gym all the way to the sports carriage and laid them out so that they wouldn't get hurt. They have a decent space, and the area is quiet, with how early it is-- just after the train's forced reset, Esteban had asked. He'd insisted on starting with their usual warmups and light sparring, as if it was just another training session between them.
He is still facing Amaya with as much focus as he can; but the circumstances are odd, and there seems to be something distracting him. His breathing keeps on hitching each time that she moves, and his reaction time is slower. A blow that she knows he should have been able to dodge gets parried instead, leaving his left side open for a retaliation. Esteban notices, shifts backwards, trying to get some distance between them before she strikes back. It's sloppy; and he has been taught better than that, definitely.