[u]Codi Bailey [/u]

Codi nodded, and pulled Reef’s arms back into an offensive position, readying them to start striking at Jago’s barrier. “Alright, then, that sounds good.” She said. It was then that without any further hesitation, Codi swung the first arm at the shield, angling it so that it came down on Jago’s left. It was less like a punch, and more like swinging a whip, which she had already judged to be more effective, based on what she had done to the dummies. There was an audible crash as the arm collided with the shield, and it bounced back, having caused no damage, unless there was an increased struggle in maintaining its integrity when it was being buffeted by stronger blows. The power behind it, though, was extremely obvious, and almost a bit scary.

Having aimed a side blow instead of one that was straight-on, Codi was spared the embarrassment of being injured by her own appendage, but she raised an eyebrow, visibly thinking about what her next move was. She then decided to just keep hitting the shield for a bit in various places, wondering if perhaps there was a better angle to go at. She also knew the best exercises started slowly, and then intensified until you couldn’t go on anymore. Crash after crash followed, as single arms hit in individual blows, but after about three sets of blows, three blows delivered by each arm, she paused, and pulled them back again. It didn’t look like she was giving up, though, but preparing a different form of attack. All of the arms had bounced off of the shield, but because Codi now deliberately aimed to ensure their bounce-back angle didn’t hit, she was not harmed by it.

The next set of blows consisted of two arms hitting in different places at once. She kept going at this, the sound of crashing getting louder and more violent, and not stopping until she had completed eighteen of these blows. Once again, the pause, and the pressure was increased further. Striking in three different places using Reef’s arms, once again, eighteen sets, she added yet another arm in the pattern. She would keep doing things in this fashion, until either she was using all six arms at once, or Jago’s shield broke, in which case, she would immediately stop. She did not focus on what he was doing, as she was not trying to get at the person behind the shield. Her target was the shield itself, and she was going to do everything she could to compromise it, just as Jago wished for her to do. Jago would also note that as this rhythm progressed, there was also less and less time between each blow.

[u]Atticus Fowler [/u]

Atticus looked up at Adam, “Yes, that’s my name. I’m here to see how everyone who got hurt at the jungle is doing. I don’t exactly know what happened, but I can’t get involved carrying the injured and not come and see if they made it or not. Thanks to the healer, they’re probably really well-off, but I still felt like I had to come and check on them.” He rested his webbed hands on the saxophone’s case, his face inscrutable, “I also want to know if Dana’s alright or not. Her wheelchair got smashed after she was attacked by some animal…I think it was a bear, and she crawled and hid in a bush and told us to leave her behind. We didn’t want to leave her, but when we were going to insist she come with us, she was already gone, using whatever power she has, I guess. Is she back at the school, yet?”