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Was involved in a motor vehicle collision at work. I'm OK, but shaken up. Hoping my coworker gets through; he got the brunt of the impact.
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Not born in a log cabin, I came into the RPing venture around 2009 and quickly joined about twenty roleplays more than I should have at the time. I've been around the internet in that time span, participated in and run RPs on multiple forums, and brushed shoulders with a wide variety of players and characters. Getting to work with new people has always been part of the allure of the experience.

My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.

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I'm guessing this is where the misunderstanding is rooted; from my opening move.

Provided that his move created the opening he sought from it, he would follow up on his parrying motion with a swing towards Seifer's chest.


The swing that Seifer is countering didn't actually happen. Rather, it was framed in terms of an if-then; the "if" being Seifer committing to the thrust, and Zack parrying it, neither of which ended up resolving. All that my first move amounted to was Zack getting his baton up to prepare himself to parry the thrust if need be (and also putting it into a somewhat better position to react if the conditions changed), and a small reorientation of his stance.
@Double

I suspect I didn't quite convey Zack's response to Seifer's opening move as I intended for it to be interpreted.

I'll address it more thoroughly once I'm back home; it'll be easier once I'm at a computer.
@Double, @Bright_Ops, @Spectral, @Stylobilly
((I've decided to play this out for one more pass))


A moment... a second... a fraction of a second...

The time in which a Struggle could sway momentum was fleeting, every instant thereof precious if a contestant sought victory.

Zack had banked, somewhat, on a hope that Seifer, as others before him, would sell him short, and as a result be less on his guard than normal; perhaps, Zack wondered, if he hadn't secured a spot going into the final rounds, that would have been more the case. But Seifer was in as good of form as ever, and his ego remained, obnoxiously oversized as it was, far less of a detriment to his sensibility.

As Zack had kept in his awareness, Seifer had gone for the feigned thrust, swiftly diverting his course. He caught the quick shift his opponent's grip. Difficult as it may have been foresee a swing with a back-handed grip, once one was started, there was a brief window in which the defender could adjust for it. Zack took as much advantage of that window of time, in which Seifer's baton needed to make up the slight spatial difference. He abandoned his idea of swinging for Seifer's shoulder; the change in his {Seifer's} stance and relative position rendered that impractical. Zack, despite his best efforts to avoid it, put himself on the defensive.

He swung his baton down, angling it so that his blade avoided the attempted hooking tactic, and instead met his adversary's blade. The distinctive thud of the hard foam blades striking each other resonated between the two for a short span. Not missing a step, Zack made another, minor adjustment. He shifted just enough to put himself in position to keep his opponent in front of him. While doing this, he used his baton to push Seifer's into a twist, rotating counter clockwise from Zack's perspective, or clockwise from Seifer's. The move would serve to disadvantage Seifer's backhand grip by way of pushing his wrist into a less flexible position.

Zack's follow through would be a thrust of his own, pushing the end of his blade towards Seifer's abdominals, while then ducking down a short distance to avoid taking a baton to the face himself.
@Wayward Sure. If I had to guess the others are waiting for the finish playing out.


Yeah. In the interest of brevity and getting the show going I'm figuring I'll just use my next post to throw the spar; I was gonna try to draw it out a bit longer but I'd rather get the story moving.
Aiyana rounded her head around the corner just in time to witness... well, she wasn't entirely sure of what she was witness to. The parking lot was veiled by a curtain of smoke and dust from the fighting that had broken out. However, what Aiyana was able to see clearly enough to discern, told her that she was exactly where she needed to be, and where she'd need to go next: Agents buckling under the assault of an unseen, unheard force; a moped zipped, seemingly of its own accord, from the cloud, careening into several more agents; a boy materializing from somewhere or out of something Aiyana hadn't had a chance to properly see throwing a hard fist at yet another. Now or never, she told herself, drawing a deep breath.

"YOU! HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM."

As if on an instinct, Aiyana turned to the shout of several more BSI goons approaching her from the gymnasium exit. Now, it is then. Painting herself into a nervous, apprehensive exterior, she abided the agent's command and raised her hands.

"Now, stay where you are." All of the agents now had their guns trained on her as they advanced.

Aiyana's fingertips began to tingle with a static buzz. "Fools," she whispered, as her face broke into a subtle smirk. The static at Aiyana's fingers crackled. Small bolts of electricity pulsated around her hands; her hair rose upward. "Adios chicos!" Her arms waved downward in front of her, fingers splaying out as her hands leveled with her chest. The electricity first fell with a a whip-like lash, followed by streaking bolts shooting out from Aiyana's fingers. In little more than a second, the BSI agents were on the ground, in a trembling of near-paralyzed, mini-seizures as the jolt acted as several, strong taser shocks coursing through their nerves.

Aiyana didn't lag behind to observe her handy work though. As soon as she could see that her attack had struck as intended, she tore away, making a sprinting beeline towards the parking lot. There, she saw, through the settling dust, several people, including the boy that had punched the agent, piling into one of the black SUVs that BSI had arrived in. "HOLD UP!" she shouted, noticing the vehicle beginning pull out.

@Kenshi
@Double

You feeling good to keep going?
What's my best option for getting Aiyana in with the rest of the group?
Edited an intro post into the one that I accidently made on the IC. Bit rushed and not my best work, but whatevs; it gets the job done.
Apologies for spamming into the IC. I got a little trigger happy on this one. @Kenshi pointed me this way.

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