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Grasshopper, meet Super Saiyan Sensei (shotgun-gauntlets)
"Alrighty, Cigno, I’ll be here when you’re ready!"
Yang tried not to seem too curious about the whole ‘few more things you should know about’ segment of the day, but non the less, the more she knew the better she could train him, that much was for certain. The best fighters take advantage of everything they can, and in turn that advantage may make or break the fight.
But for now, there was nothing much to do until he returned. In his absence she pulled out a dustpan and broom, and cleaned up her mess for the third time. The least she could do was give him a clean training area. Who knows what kinds of talent awaited!!
He changed into a t-shirt and cargo shorts, his large grey swan wings folded into a lax position with the tips just barely reaching the floor. It had been a while since he let them out of their bound confines so he was grateful for being able to give them a stretch.
He exited the locker rooms, his wings quivering nervously as he approached the blonde again. Cigno knew how strange it looked; Bird fauna traditionally kept out of the human public eye, living in small colonies to the north and south. He wasn't even sure how much of Beacon knew of their existence. But in order for him to train, he truly had to trust this girl. Or, however much you could trust someone you just met.
"Yeah...this was why it's easier for me to show than explain." He shrugged, wings going from opened to folded back up and shied away as if he was bracing himself for comments.
Grasshopper, meet Super Saiyan Sensei (shotgun-gauntlets)
"Hmm, I can see where you’re coming from…" As the boy described his troubles, Yang simulated his challenge in her head over and over, each time seeing a possible flaw in the young fighter’s style. It also attributed to his weapons and possible fight style as well. A Tomahawk and a Gladius only spelt heavy attacks. A battle strategy based on that sounded like little to no defense, when balance was a crucial part to victory. Looks like it was the basics he truly needed, and with that, the blonde was almost positive that the aspirating fighter could come out on top of his partner one day. When it happened, she’d certainly have to see it with her own eyes.
"Alright..I think I can make this work. Thanks for explaining it to me, I’ll give it my best shot to teach you what you need to finally take your well earned victories in battle. We can even start now, if you’re ready!"
..but then again, the school uniform wasn’t the most flexible get up.
"Say… Mister Icarus, do you have anything lighter to work out in? Or maybe your regular combat clothes? I’m gonna simulate the battles as close as I can to the real thing, so I want you dressed for the occasion…er, if that’s okay of course? I mean, it’s just my advice."
There was much more to him and his fighting that he hadn't told her. He had been one of the best fighters in the colonies, but fighting at Beacon was somewhat constricting. He'd been called out for training because of his lack of ground skill. But in the air, he was way better a warrior. He was better than everyone here perceived him, and he wanted people, including Yang, to know that.
"You can just call me Cigno. 'Mister' makes me feel old." He added. Cigno was hoping that she wouldn't ask him to change out of the uniform. But if he was going to take training from this girl for a while, then it was best that he let the whole winged-faunus secret out early. After all, if Yang hung out with the cat faunus he'd seen around, she couldn't be prejudiced. "I do, yeah. There's a few more things you should know about me, but it's easier if we talk when I get back." He jerked his thumb towards the door to the lockers.
Grasshopper, meet Super Saiyan Sensei (shotgun-gauntlets)
While he was watching her train, it was becoming increasingly obvious why she was recommended by so many people. She wasn’t just good, she was amazing. If not somewhat frightening with her really violent fighting style, but incredibly good. Were they really in the same year?
The girl’s red eyes were a little unnerving as she addressed him. Cigno hesitantly stepped out from behind the dummy, giving a little smile with hopes that he didn’t look like a total creep. “You’re, jeez, you’re really good.” He began. “My name’s Cigno Icarus. Someone suggested you for help with training, and now I can totally see why.” He eyed the desolated punching bags.
"Help you with training..? Me?"
With a mere blink, the Blonde’s irises went from red to lilac, her gaze seeming much softer with the transition. She had no idea who had pointed this guy in her direction, but they certainly had good tastes~ Heh, ego aside, she decided to quickly clean up a bit, taking a towel to the face as she approached the other with an encouraging grin. If he wanted training, he was getting training.
"I suppose I can give it a shot then! I don’t see why not."
Accompanied by a thumbs up, the Yang looked over her new acquaintance, with a studious evaluation. A little on the thin side, not too muscular, and not much of a clue to his fighting style…but yes, progress could definitely be made. Half the battle was will power and determination after all. If he wanted to get stronger, he was already talking a good first step; looking for help.
"So, Mr. Icarus, tell me about yourself! How do you fight, and what do you plan to do with the fighting skills I teach you? Those answers- that’s step one."
So she did have purple eyes. The other students knew what they were talking about after all. He crossed his arms and wondered what the heck she even did to get that strong. He looked her over as she looked over him, not as one would a potential date, but like a fellow fighter. Some of the girls in the school didn't look as strong as they were, but Yang looked like she could easily throw him around.
"Well, I was told that before I can even work on my fighting style with weapons, I need hand-to-hand. Which, I thought I was pretty good at until I was flipped in a sparring match. Three times. By my partner," He held a hand a good two feet below the top of his head to emphasize how short his current partner was compared to him. "But in means of fighting style, I'm dual weapon. One battle tomahawk and one combat gladius."
Grasshopper, meet Super Saiyan Sensei (shotgun-gauntlets)
Left, right, left, right, left. right …*left-right-left-right-left-right-...!!! Like a machinegun unloading a spray of bullets, the blonde was in the training hall, wailing on a punching bag. Dressed in a casual work out tank top, and shorts, it was easy to see all the sweat that dripped from her, but also the sizzle and burning hiss it made when coming into contact with the floor. Her momentum and flare was just coming in so hot, even the room was feeling the burn if you got anywhere near.
In short, Yang was in the zone.
She was relentless, yet consistent. Her iris’s, burning red with passion. While others studied, she trained. She was all about the battle, and honing her fists to top any challenge they faced. After all, they were the only two things between her, and an enemy. Nothing can stop her!
Well, nothing but the bag being blown to smithereens.
"Hiiiyaahhhhh!"
One punch too strong ended up launching the heavy bag into the wall, causing it to erupt upon contact. Third one this afternoon too.
This time however, instead of going for another bag, she noticed someone watching her. For how long, she had no idea, but she decided to call them out in any case. The gym was a free roam room. No need to hide, especially if you were interested in training.
"Um, mister ‘hide behind a training dummy’? Did you need something~?"
While he was watching her train, it was becoming increasingly obvious why she was recommended by so many people. She wasn't just good, she was amazing. If not somewhat frightening with her really violent fighting style, but incredibly good. Were they really in the same year?
The girl's red eyes were a little unnerving as she addressed him. Cigno hesitantly stepped out from behind the dummy, giving a little smile with hopes that he didn't look like a total creep. "You're, jeez, you're really good." He began. "My name's Cigno Icarus. Someone suggested you for help with training, and now I can totally see why." He eyed the desolated punching bags.
Grasshopper, meet Super Seiyan Sensei (shotgun-gauntlets)
He'd asked the same question a number of times to a handful of people around Beacon.
"Who should I go to about combat training?"
And gotten the same description. Pretty and crazy strong, with lots of blonde hair. Yang Xiao Long.
The tall male poked his head around the corner of the training gym with slight caution. He was wondering how he'd find her in the maze of equipment when a crackle of flames and a rattle of rapid fists meeting punching bag exploded from the corner of the room.
Cigno blinked and hid out behind a training dummy, unsure if he should've brought a fire extinguisher, a portable bomb shelter, or both.
Born with no life, into subjugation, Treated like a worthless animal.
— “From Shadows” (via taurus-red)
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methinks we should have a mating season for fauna.
because if there's fandom talk of Blake going into heat, then hormonal seasons probably affect lots of the others.
and it'd be hilarious.
Send me a ✢ for my muse's reaction to seeing yours standing on their doorstep soaking wet in the rain.
Anyone feel up for an adorably fluffy RP?
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"That would be why I don’t know him, then. Here, lemme see-"
"…Riiiiight."
"He's tall, green, and more quick and caffeinated than anyone can ever hope to be. He's a pretty good teacher though."
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Sighted
Relieved that he'd made curfew, Cigno made a mental note to thank Sun for encouraging the use of his wings. He circled the dorm building a few times without caring who might've been looking out the windows before he descended for the front doors. He headed inside, not realizing that a certain redheaded valkyrie had seen him flying around the entire time.
Kiss my muse in the most romantic way and watch what happens!
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