Let's Train in 100 Times Gravity

[shineinside]

Who: Anyone who wants to come by! Tag in, thread with Yuka, thread with each other, whatever you want.
What: Combat training/practice.
When: Sunset, each night for a week minimum.
Where: East end of Islet 1.
Warnings: Possible blood if things get out of hand, implied 80s training montage songs

Yuka chose this location because the ground was level, there was enough space for people to move around, and nobody was really using it for anything else. No wild beasts, no fish people to disturb, no strange psychological effects... the ideal place for people to gather for an hour or two and get some good-natured fighting in. The snow on the ground wasn't ideal, she supposed, but that stuff was everywhere, so they'd just have to make do. It'd probably be snowing during the invasion, anyway.

Each evening, as the sun inched towards the horizon, Yuka set her other tasks aside to come out and wait. Jug of wassail sitting at the edge of the space, bundled in warm clothes and scarves, Yuka paced, wondering if this was really going to be worth the time. Are there people willing to spend that much time to train others when there's so much else that needs doing? Can someone even learn enough to make a difference in this little time? For that matter, are these shadow monsters something you can even fight with your fists? If nothing else, it would be good to do some physical activity in just to get her mind to stop going in circles.

For those who arrived early, there would be less to do, but even just talking through what different fighting skills people had would be useful for later on. Once more people arrived, those who use similar weapons could work together, and those with more combat experience could work with those with less. Or, people who know each other or are curious about each other's abilities could seek each other out for a sparring match.

So: Fight, teach, learn, take breaks, drink, chat. Bring your own wassail if you can - Yuka's can only stretch so far.

Comments

[hyperlit]

A nod of their cloaked head, apparently satisfied with that deduction, and the Drifter stows the weapon away again, secreting it wherever weapons such as that dwell until such a time that they need them.

So, that is his question answered:

if mobility is limited
use range

functional strategy

[unpurify]

Yeah, that's his question answered. The Batter nods.

"It is. It is something I should think of as well."

It's pretty obvious that the Batter relied on his bat, observations and endurance. The Add-Ons supplied the range and were able to deal with threats before they got too close, but another means would be very useful.

[hyperlit]

there were guns
fired coconuts

The Drifter had not bothered to barter for them; they had far more efficient and reliable and familiar weaponry, so they cannot speak as to the whereabouts of said guns anymore. But surely there must be some of them floating about somewhere.

Even if ammunition is limited, it surely must be better than depriving oneself of the opportunity to implement a ranged attack at all.

[unpurify]

That's right. The Batter hadn't bothered with them because he felt he would be fine with what he currently had. But it's very likely that they are still around and people were often interested in trading for things. That, and it's also likely he could ask the Storyteller for help with something simple.

"This has been very helpful."

Really. The Batter was able to find his own weaknesses along with fighting against someone who has a far different fighting style then himself. Useful.

[hyperlit]

Briefly, the Drifter’s head lifts and their eyes cup into pleased half-moons, obviously happy with the positive feedback. This Batter is turning out to be a very kind, multifaceted fellow, between the combat training and the promise to see a rainbow.

good
enjoyed training with you