Training of a Hunter

[Kezaa (retired)]

(OOC) This is not neccissarily invite. Anyone is welcome to join in, granted that the main focus of this plot is not deviated from.

(BIC) Kezaa had open the great doors to the dueling hall, and was first met by a massive drafty gust of wind and dust. He peered into the dark mini-arena, noting that several windows had been torn open by the wind from recent weather. Indeed, it appeared that the dueling hall had not been used in quite a while. Well, he was not expecting to reawaken its spirit, by any means. He had merely taken a pupil under his wing. It was a new concept to him, as he had never taken anyone under his personal tutilage. Caughing a couple of times and forcing another window open, he turned back to the doorway and awaited his student.

Kezaa was not wearing his usual blue private school garbs which matched so well with his brilliant blue eyes. He was wearing some really cheap and plain muggle workout clothes which he had dug out the bottom of his trunk in his hotel room. Held in hand was a bokken which he had recieved as a gift from a friend ages back, and it had yet to recieve much field experience. There were also an array of weapons inlaid on the wall as well.

[Ashlle G. Rainier]

Ashlle walked in soon after, having just finished sending an owl asking the BFC for a Sword. She looked around at the dust and dirt and sneezed three times.

"Don't you think we aught to have a house elf get up here and clean this room a bit? The dust is making me sneeze!" she finished with another sneeze.

Ashlle had left her cloak and things in the Box they'd come in and instead donned a gray BFC Gym suit with the school emblem on it, that she had affixed there herself.

The BFC emblem that had formally occupied the space was rather gory showing a witch decapitating a small dragon, the blood of said dragon making up most of the bottom of the seal. Eww.

[Kezaa (retired)]

Good, I see you came well dressed for the occasion." he said, also sneezing a couple of times.

"We can worry about tidying this place later." he said, slinging his wooden blade over his shoulder. "Right now, we need to worry about honing those skills of yours. Now its up to you, what would you like to practice doing first?"

[Ashlle G. Rainier]

OOC: Kezaa, if you read carefully I said I put the SCHOOL emblem on the gym suit, to REPLACE the BFC emblem because it was so gross.

IC: "I'm not sure what I aught to learn. In the last place I was in before I was reveled to be a witch, we once took a week of Tai Chi on the Green Quad. But then the Head kicked the Tai Chi Master out because he thought the Master was trying to teach us Japanese. All he was really doing was telling us the names for the moves."

Ashlle ran though all the moves she had learned which were about half the cycle. She was pretty good, but lacked finesse.

"What I've always wanted to learn was Reiki. That way I could control the humors of my opponent without touching them." She smiled at that thought.

[Kezaa (retired)]

(OOC) Hehe, whoops, sorry. I guess that part kinda flew over my head.

(BIC) "OKay, then you at least have a feel for a style that you're used to." he asserted, raising a hand up underneath his jaw.

He stared at her, pondering this inquisitive girl as she named off all the things she had learned in recent events. He pondered if she truly was ready for such a heavy task as this. But there was no one better to prepare her for facing a monster like Laharl than Kezaa himself.

"Okay then, the BFC sent you rubber rounds to practice with, right? Load your gun up with those and we will see where you stand against someone like me." he said, raising his wooden sword up in front of him.

[Ashlle G. Rainier]

Ashlle bushed.

"I left all the stuff back in the Gamekeepers Hut." she admitted.
"But don't worry, I can get them." but instead of running out of the room Ashlle simply took a bell from her pocket and rang it clearly. A moment pasted before a rather abused looking House Elf appeared before them. It bowed to Ashlle and waited to be commanded.

"Chance, I need you to go to the hut and get the Silver gun & rubber rounds from the Hunters box in the closet. Think you know where those are?" She asked.
The House Elf nodded and with a smart Crack disappeared.

While they waited Ashlle spoke of Chance's history.
"Apparently he has been the House Elf of a few great families but has never been set free, instead they kept giving him away because they didn't like the way he worked. I don't know when he got the name Chance but that's not what he was called originally.

I picked him up at a dealer in Knockturn Alley who said I aught to make another choice seeing as how he was returned so many times. But I'm really softhearted thought I never show it. So I took him in. I don't know what was wrong with those other Pea Brains, he's worked out fine with me."

Soon there was another Pop & Chance appeared with the Gun in one hand & the Rubber bullets in another.

"Miss should never venture to be without her weapon, she might be hurt. Chance wouldn't like that." he told her handing them to her.

"How sweet of you to think of me, Chance!" said Ashlle taking them. "Why don't you see what Artemis is up to now. Make sure he doesn't get into trouble." Chance bowed again & disappeared.

"I keep looking for something to criticize but he really is quite helpful. Those other people were Idiots." Ashlle took the instructions out of the rapper & carefully following them loaded the gun with he fake bullets.

[Kezaa (retired)]

"Heh, Chance seems like he's quite the devoted type of elf. I know how it is, when you want to work at your own pace, and its not quite good enough for others." he sighed and rolled his eyes sardonically.

"Are you ready now?" he asked, enthused. His sword rested on his shoulder impatiently.

"First, let's see how you do against stationary targets. We'll see if you can hit these cans." he waved his hand towards the wall, where a line of about 7 or 8 cans were lined up.

[Ashlle G. Rainier]

"Umm, ok." Ashlle raised the gun quickly with no trace of fear & fired at the first can. She missed of course, but the sound of the rubber bullet & the recoil of the gun seemed to put her in her stride.

She fired again this time at the middle can. The bullet grazed it enough so that the can fell. The next one was dead on, & so was the next till five of the cans were on the floor. She tried to fire again bit the gun just clicked.

"Hun, a six shooter, eh? I guess they're not holy if they shoot any more bullets. Shall I reload?

[Kezaa (retired)]

"Well, at least your gun will last you longer with shorter clips, or so I've heard." he said as he leaned on the tip of his sword that rested on the ground.

"You seem to have a knack for this. I tried guns for a couple of minutes, and my shots were all over the place. I found this to be much more suiting. Now..."

he trailed off, take a few steps backward. He then raised his sword and pointed the front edge toward Ashlle.

"Let's see what happens when the targets hit back." he said grimly, narrowing his eyes slightly. He awaited her move as she reloaded.

[Ashlle G. Rainier]

Ashlle put her head to the side & said:

"I suppose I wouldn't do well at all, seeing as how my bullets are fake and you'll be able to keep hitting me even it I 'get' you." But diligently she reloaded.

Ashlle was pretty sure she didn't wish to have a beating given to her by Kezaa but neither did she think she could (nor did she wish to) break his wooden sword effectively disarming him.
Perhaps she aught to go for his hands or shoulders. That would make him drop his weapon and 'not many people,' she thought 'can give a decant beating with only their extremities.'

"Ok I'm ready." She told him more faintly than she had planed. She trained the gun on his location waiting for a movement or verbal command before she shot.

[Kezaa (retired)]

He closed his eyes serenely and sighed whispfully. He held his sword out edge forward, almost as if to say a prayer. His eyes then blurted open, and he made an alarmingly quick dash towards her, pacing himself for whatever path the bullets may take.

[Ashlle G. Rainier]

OOC: but I didn't shoot! I said I aimed & waited for your signal!

*looks at gun as if it was haunted*

[Kezaa (retired)]

(OOC) Crap! Okay, let me fix it....

[Ashlle G. Rainier]

Ashlle thought she was to scared to move, but something was firing her gun, aiming for Kezaa's hands which were out in front of him.

That same someone was also making Ashlle move steadily backwards, not at a run, but a steady walk to give her just a few more precious seconds to get it right.


OOC: What's 'whispfully'? It's an internet turm right?
*feels like an idiot for not knowing*

[Kezaa (retired)]

Three, four, five. That was how many striding steps he had taken to reach her, each step moving widely in each direction to avoid the bullets' trajectory. That was also how many shots she had taken. He bent his knees deeply and lunged towards her, the edge of his blade giving off a surprising glare as it reflected her pale skin against it. They were at a stalemate, with a bullet left in her chamber, which he had stared down with his left eye. It was just a slight of wrist though, which could easily match or beat the tensing of her fingers.

"Well then, are you going to finish me?" he inquired frankly with a sincere grin.

(OOC) Actually, I meant to say whistfully. It refers to making a release of something deeper than mere air, like getting something huge off of my shoulders.