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Post by Cory Kinsley on Apr 12, 2015 7:09:10 GMT
The air was unnervingly still in the Land of Departure training field. A lone person was in the middle of the field, going through the various forms he had been taught, a wooden sword in his hand. He had been training in swordplay for years and was known as one of the best in this world. His reputation only increased when he began using a keyblade in place of a sword. A keyblade that had only come from his parents demise. On the outside he played the grieving child, but like beauty, it was only skin deep. Inside his heart, he felt nothing besides anger. Rage towards his parents for barely being around and fury at his own weapon for being a constant reminder that this life was forced upon him by his parents who had abandoned him in it.
Cory danced across the field, fending off blows from an imaginary opponent. Parry, block, strike. He would call out orders in his mind and near flawlessly slide into the correct position for each. His shirt was laying nearby, carelessly flung when it restricted his movement too much. Sweat formed on his back and his forehead, it glistened in the light that shone on him. The apprentice was so caught up in his own actions, he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, not that he would have to worry about an attack, Land of Departure was warded against heartless and the like. Still, he would be unlikely to notice anyone approaching him.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Apr 12, 2015 7:48:41 GMT
Cory KinsleyCARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE  Milo was exhausted. It had been days since he'd been able to get any good sleep. His nightmares had been getting worse and worse, to the point where he would actually wake up in the middle of the night with a scream and his whole body soaked in sweat. There was one night where he even found blood blocking his breathing when he woke. He must have bit his tongue because it was in pain when he woke. He'd had coughed it all onto the floor when he finally regained consciousness. The terrible thing about the whole ordeal was the fact that he couldn't even remember the dreams he'd been having. Not even flashes would reveal themselves to his subconsciousness. Although he was pretty sure he didn't even want to know what they consisted of.
Anyway, this was what he was thinking about as he made his way out into the training field. His eyes landed on a man he had come to respect and Emilio took a moment to process the information around him. He wasn't as alert as he would have liked, but he was sure that the adrenaline would bring back the energy he needed to function, at least in a fight. His eyes watched the slightly older man dance around the field, smoothly and swiftly. His movement was admirable to say the least.
Emilio wanted to learn. And to be friends with one of the best swordsmen in apprenticeship program was a plus. Maybe he didn't learn through being taught the different movements, but having one on one battles with people sure did reveal a lot about them. He then noticed that Cory didn't even notice him, and he rose an eyebrow in amusement. Strange, he had spoken with another who didn't pay much attention to his surroundings while in LOD. Sadly, Emilio didn't have that luxury. No matter what he was doing he needed his senses constantly on his surroundings. The other option was much worse then a little extra work.
Taking one of the wooden swords from a bucket at the edge of the battling field Emilio caused a slight shimmer around him to make his own figure difficult to see until actually facing him. So he walked out toward his friend and while his wooden sword came down in a downward slash Emilio moved in quickly and parried the attack. A jarring sensation flashed down the muscles in his arm. He knew he would gain a bruise later for it. But the adrenaline began flowing through his veins and he soon would feel no pain if the fight would continue. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Cory Kinsley on Jun 6, 2015 9:28:40 GMT
♛  | I'm Fairly Local
I've been Around
i'm not evil
to the core
| Cory didn't even notice when Emilio joined him on the training field. The addition of another person mid training wasn't unusual, the field was open to everyone to use. Cory was accustomed to sharing the field with his fellow apprentices. He was less accustomed to the fellow apprentices approaching him during practice.
The fact that Cory failed to notice Emilio until his swing was parried was an indicator of how in tune with his surroundings Cory was. If he had to he could always say that he doesn't need to pay attention to what was happening around him since Land of Departure was always warded against all forces of darkness.
"The fu?" Cory caught himself swearing. Not all who trained here were of Cory's own age, nor did the others share his ease of speaking vulgarities. "Milo? Where did you come from? I could have broken your arm with that swing!"
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Jun 6, 2015 20:38:14 GMT
 A mischievous grin formed on Emilio's lips as Cory spoke to him. "Don't be silly Cory. You may have the strength to break me into a million pieces, but I have the wits to pose such strength a threat. I know how to fight those stronger then myself. I'm used to it, being as thin and small as I am."With that he pulled his wooden sword away from the clash and placed himself into a defensive position several feet away. That grin still plastered on this face. "Besides, I'm sure that if you were an actual foe It wouldn't matter if that swing could break my arm. I'd still have to fight you." Then he paused and glanced at Cory's feet. "Though... I think I should have tried to make my entrance a little less epic. Cause that was kind of a stupid idea I guess." Looking back up he spun the quite light wooden sword and took a ready stance before Cory. "Yeah, I'm a little impulsive I guess. Should make your side easier right?" |
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Post by Cory Kinsley on Jun 22, 2015 9:06:53 GMT
♛ | Let me go
I don't wanna
be your hero
| Thin and small? Cory sized up his friend. "Shit Milo, you're not that much smaller than me." Cory argued. "I didn't become a great swordsman cause of my size or the force of my swing you know." Cory retorted. "I'm great 'cause I can read an opponent and predict his next move and counter it." The young man backed away from Emilio and dropped into a basic stance.
"A real battle huh." Cory momentarily contemplated the thought. "You know I'm pretty sure if we were really fighting each other, one of us would already be dead, or at least knocked out." Cory made a few practice swings with his wooden sword. Acknowledging Emilio's apology for his entrance with a nod. "I will say, keep that move in mind to use during a real duel, the element of surprise is a powerful one."
Having already read the defensive stance Emilio had adopted, Cory dropped himself into a more offensive one. "Prepare yourself!" Cory yelled at his mock opponent. Rushing at Emilio, Cory swung diagonally from his left shoulder down before changing his sword's trajectory to hit Milo's right leg instead.
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Post by EMILIO & DIABLO on Jun 26, 2015 8:37:41 GMT
Emilio shrugged. He didn't care. The opponent revealed himself as a fight went on. Emilio may not be the best at predicting his opponent's next moves and stuff. But he was good at reading people's emotions. That was usually how he got so good at fighting. The emotions were important. Confidence, exhaustion, and fear were all important within a fight and Emilio used those against them. There were certainly others, but it was best to just roll with it in the beginning. Especially since they were both at full power at the moment. While Cory was speaking Emilio was readying his mind for the battle. No empathy, No empathy. Don't let what happened with Mikhail happen here. He thought to himself. The mental empathy link would only cause Emilio distractions. After Cory had spoken, the battle commenced. This would be much harder then the one he had with Mikhail. He needed to be confident but not over confident and he needed to be careful rather then fall into the habit of showing off. Fancy moves wouldn't work here like they did with his Rival. No. But he wouldn't used his magic either. That was a disaster waiting to happen. However, he would try using his defensive tactic. It was probably his best bet. Store energy. Let his opponent gain ground. Study his technique, before making another decision. Confidence. That was what Emilio was sensing from Cory now. It was good for a warrior to be confident in his own skills and weapon. That was what made a great fighter. As Cory rushed at him he felt his adrenaline rise up and he quickly moved in response to his opponent's trick. Ah... So he was a trickster and would probably try to use similar tricks in the future. He would have to watch out for those so that he didn't fall victim to them. Cory had immediately come in close. Cutting off any chance for Emilio to keep him at arm's length. For now, he simply deflected the blade then quickly slid his Weapon out and made a downward cut in an attempt to drive Cory's own wooden sword out of his fingers. |
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Post by Cory Kinsley on Jun 28, 2015 7:50:33 GMT
♛  | Let me go
I don't wanna
be your hero
| Emilio had managed to dodge Cory's own attack. The boy was good at this, maybe not the skill level that Cory himself possessed but good enough to survive most battles. Cory knew that he should go easy on the white haired lad, but he also felt the need to best Emilio for no reason other than to show he was the best. His parents had always said that pride is a feeling no keyblade master should have. Then again his parents are gone and are unlikely to come back.
Now it was Cory's turn to dodge, except he didn't. The red-head instead brought his blade up to parry Emilio's strike and try and knock the opposing lad off balance. Then Cory thrust his blade at Emilio, if his parry had successfully knocked Emilio off balance then it would be near impossible to guard or dodge the thrust. It was also far more unlikely that Cory would end the dual with his thrust, but luck is a strange thing.
He could end the battle quickly however. HE had managed to master a dark magic spell, it might not do much more than act as a distraction, but that wouldvbe all Cory would need. "No not here, not now." the apprentice whispered under his breath. He would only us magic as a last resort, and this battle was far from being ready for a last resort move. Cory himself was barely even winded, even after all of the practice he had put in before Emilio had shown up.
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