Sparring: Weyrlings, all 5 Classes

[Dizzy]

((OOC: Please have them already here… no running in late. The newest Weyrlings, Juno Class, are a month old.))

Kathrein stood inside the sparring circle and looked out at the weyrlings. It was the entire group, all five classes were present for this session, separated into their classes but still all present. The brown rider looked up at the late afternoon sky and wiped the sweat from her brow. Even in tank top, it was hot. Her riding leathers felt like they were stuck to her. “Listen up. I only want to tell this to you once. We are only sparring… if you have a problem with one of your fellow weyrlings, come to me and we can arrange a private match. This is not the time or the place. I know we had problems with this yesterday.” The tall woman’s eyes wondered over to K’lan and one of the browns. They seemed to always grate on one another. “Everyone, you have your partner assigned to you. Begin.” Kathrein stepped out of the way, keeping her eyes on her charges for form and attitude. Her two assistants did the same.

[dragonmenta]

((Do we get to pick who are charrie's partner is? 'remembers a little graduation incident she doesn't want to repeat' And if yes, do they ahve to be fro mthe same class. Thankies.))

Or'in was excited about today's excerisize. He thought it would be fun. He was genreally a pacifist and wasn't really into violence, but sparring interested him as a form of excersize. It tested your skill and speed and agility and reflexis, which he liked. He waited for the instructions, gripping his foil loosely in his hand. He felt his palms begin to sweat and wiped it on his pants, than put on his glove.

His gray eyes surveyed the large amount of Weyrlings in the group. He wodnered if they might be needing a new Jr.Weyrlingmaster soon, even though Ardere would proably be graduating soon. Well, with two new clutching Queens, Keth's dam Savath and Zramuth opf the Juno class, they should expect more Weyrling classes. Although at least for now none of them were that big. Although he wodnered, if all the whispers about thread in the next several turns was true...than the calsses could get quite a bit larger.

So who are you with? The Brown asked him, a little too excitedly. Umm... he thought for a moment. It had nearly slipped his mind, he had been thinking about other things...Verity, Veryt, Keth, the threat of thread etc. I think- He looked around at the Weyrlings, waiting for his partner.

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Zylaera shifted from foot to foot, already feeling the adreneline begin to seep into her veins. Her cheek twitched at Kathrein's comment. There were a couple of her fellow female greenriders she wouldn't mind showing a thng or too with a fencing foil. Ah well. She readied herself to begin.

[Dizzy]

((ooc: pick your partners and pretend i assigned them, because of the lack of pc peeps we are breaking the chars up... unless you want to spar w/ yourself))

Kathrein donned her own chest padding, setting aside her helmet. She rested the rapier across her shoulders, while waiting for the Weyrlings to pair up. "Move... you know who your partners are."

[dragonmenta]

Zylaera faced the other girl, whom she didn't midn very much. She was deinfatly a better partner than some of the others could have been. "Ready Verity." She made suire all her padding was in place and slipped her leather glove on her hand, holding the handle firmly. "Yup." The petite ex-drudge replied. Zylaera assumed an agressive stance and darted out with her foil liek a snake's tongue. She paried and reposed and blocked the other girls jabs every time, while getting in a few hits of her own. She slowed the pace down a bit, fighting more defensively now with almost lazy flicks of her wrist for defelction. "So how's that boyfriend of yours..." "Or'in" Verity supplied. "Yah, him." "He's good." Zylaera was suprised as the tip of the other girls foil hit her chest. She nodded, "Good one." And went back to sparring.

((Or'in comign soon...gotta get a partner xD))

[Memorie]

M'laka turned to face Or'in. "I'm not very good at this," he admitted. "I'm a lover, not a fighter." He winked through the mask at a passing girl, who was heading for her partner. She giggled, and he smiled. "How's Verity doing? She ought to be real proud of herself." M'laka buckled the ill-fitting chest-piece and raised ihs sword.

(Gah, sorry it's so short, Menta. I need to do a little fencing research.)

[dragonmenta]

((Hehe...i took it for half a year in fifth grade. I don't remember much. ))

Or'in grinned through hsi mask, "I know what you mean." He wasn't a bad fencer, much as he watched a couple of the other pairs he knew he didn't have the finesse most of them did. He could defend himself well enough, he had good reflexis, but when it came to style or technique-well he hadn't really developed any.

Or'in nodded as he finished tightening the straps on his chest gaurd. "She's doing really well. Her and Ourith are like two peas and in a pod. Keth likes them too." He mentioned his brown, "Speaking of which, how's Wesleth? Thats his name, right?" He said. hoping he had gotten it right. He had been a little too busy with Keth the day of the Juno class hatchign to see any of it.

"Alright then," He bent his knees and extended his fencign arm, "Um...on gaurd," he said jokingly, and moved out first with a testing thrust. He remembered to stay balanced on his feet, and waited for M'laka's reaction.