rakuen | Gymnasium [OPEN]

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Gymnasium [OPEN]

Characters: Kallen Kozuki and you, obviously.
Format: Prose or action, pick your poison.
This log is: OPEN
Location: The gymnasium.
Summary: After seeing Kotarou in his condition and not wanting to let that happen (to him or anyone else she knew) again, Kallen trains. She's two+ months out of practice and if she's going to plan on protecting someone, then it's about that time. Just some image training to get her through for now. If your character wants to spar with her, just observe, or hand her a water, by all means. Just don't go through her stuff in the corner and ask what this is.
Warnings: N/A
Notes: If you know Kallen well enough, she has a little problem with her chest area. But you'll notice now that she looks a bit flatter. Thank you binding.

Kallen threw one punch after the other. It didn't matter how tired she got, it didn't matter. Kotaru was still unconscious and Haushi knocked her down with a mere push. She had been out of training for months, becoming the normal student she wanted to be. She was an "ex-terrorist", an ex-pilot, and an ex-fighter. All those things needed to change if she wanted to seek the act of protecting someone.

Swiftly, she pulled off a roundhouse kick before ducking and striking before. She could feel her moves were sloppy and not how they used to be. She would have to hone those skills now if she wanted to be what she used to be. A Black Knight. She was the ace of the team and she would use her power to protect. Except it wasn't Lelouch this time. She couldn't do that and Kallen personally left that in the hands of Suzaku. Kallen couldn't watch out for him, not like before.

For now, she would protect Kotarou whether he was aware of it or not at the moment (she told him so while he was unconscious). It was her mission now, something she sought out to do. Dressed in a tank top and short despite the weather, she was going to train.

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"All right then, if you're sure." Kallen rolled her shoulders back before approaching the girl. "I'm Kallen," she said softly.

"Grenn," she nodded and walked further into the room. This was familar territory. Nothing she hadn't done before. But she had been quite firmly enlightened to the fact that running an obstacle course in your own time wasn't the same as actually fighting while wearing her legs.

"Hand to hand only?" There was surely something they could use as weapons, but Grenn would prefer to start off like this. She was quite aware that sooner or later she would probably be on the floor, attempting to clutch at a pain she couldn't reach, couldn't alleviate. Not here, not without drugs.

The pressure of the floor on her soles were both familiar and alien, the pain accompanying that pressure like a sixth sense. She could do this.

"That's fine." Kallen said, moving back to the center of the room. Hand to hand meant that she could judge this girl's strength for the moment. Right now, Kallen would play at Grenn's pace. She wanted this to be a fair fight... as fair as it could be.

"Ready?" Kallen questioned as she assumed a fighting position.

"As much as I'll ever be, I suppose," Grenn didn't know if it was right to smile or not, but then, nervousness could make you do strange things. This was just a friendly spar. There wouldn't even be holographic weapons involved, and 'Kallen' wasn't any of the names that had been on the list for Players, so no penalty pain.

Sliding into her own ready position, which was angled slightly strangely (probably due to the artificial legs, but who knew), Grenn studied Kallen for a few minutes. One of them had to start. So she did, making her move obvious and easy to counter; Grenn was sure both of them wanted to get a feel first.

It was a kick. Maybe a foolish first move considering what she was here for, but trial by fire may be necessary.

Kallen wanted Grenn to make the first move and luckily she did. The girl instantly brought up a hand to block. The weight didn't seem different from what she expected, but she would take the sparring seriously.

She instantly stepped in after the block for a punch. There wasn't a lot of power behind it, but enough to probably knock someone back a couple of steps if it connected.

That had--- Grenn didn't even attempt to block, but rather ducked under the punch and to the side; it was a move well-honed while in her hover chair during training. She didn't bother with anything too fancy and just snapped her elbow out towards Kallen's side. She'd probably block or dodge but that was fine.

That hadn't been too bad. She hadn't used the whole strength in the kick, but more due to the fact that metal is different from flesh and bone. This was a spar, not a fight for life or death. The block had still been felt; dull thud of flesh on metal, nothing usual, but the pain had zoomed in and then radiated out, seeming independent of the basic 'touch' the block had inflicted.

Gritting her teeth, Grenn tried to stop thinking so much about that pain. It wouldn't help.

She tried her best to dodge, but the attack hit her slightly. She didn't wince at the pain but instead, move on. She aimed for one of Grenn's legs, trying to take out the girl's balance. Kallen kept an eye on the girl, making sure she was all right.

She had been distracted, so the attack hit, but while Grenn slid and swayed a bit, she pushed down her heels and stayed up. Grenn used the inadvertent slide to get a bit of distance; this could of course give Kallen a wider area to work for attack, but the same could be said of Grenn.

Tossing Kallen a slight, lopsided smile, Grenn rolled her shoulders and circled the area between her and Kallen. She needed to make that pain a part of her, not apart from her, that led to thinking on it and being distracted.

Kallen kept her eyes on Grenn, smirking herself. "You're not bad," she said confidently. She held her stance, moving so she wouldn't expose her back.

"I try," Grenn said with a smile of her own. Which was certainly true; she'd worked as hard as anyone else on the martai arts and weapons training part of their education.

Grenn was vaugely aware of a sort of fine net of pain, but that had happened during the fight against Gino too. It could be ignored, now. As at the start of the spar, Grenn decided to act first to close the distance, this time aiming to grab an arm to flip Kallen, instead of an outright attack.

Kallen hadn't expected that. Not that she allowed her arm to be held in custody by other female, but it had just happened. She followed through swiftly with the flip, landing on her feet as best as she could. Considering how low to the ground she was now, she attempted to knock Grenn's feet from under her.

This time, considering the earlier motion and that Kallen hadn't ended up exactly where she'd expected her to be, it worked. Grenn didn't, at least land on her back, but rather her stomach. Her knees were among the first limbs to hit the floor first, and suddenly there was an iron ring right there.

Kind of choking on the groan, Grenn kicked out behind her to give her some time, and did a clumsy forward roll. Clumsy more due to the fact that it had been ages since she'd done one, and while standing up was one thing, working with a lower body while lying down was different.

Getting up from the roll, Grenn realized her tongue was blaring pain. There was no blood, but she had bit herself.

"You all right?" Kallen inquired while getting up and putting some distance between them. She had been studying Grenn closely, wondering if she was okay.

Grenn shrugged, not sure what to say. Because, honestly, who would be okay with pain that the brain couldn't even temporarily shut off?

"There's unavoidable pain from the prostethics. But I need to get better about standing it. That's why I came here," Grenn finally said, briefly rubbing her forehead. One good thing; the first times she started to adjust to her legs, she got a tension headache from the pain and all the tensing she did in anticipation of it. There was still no headache.

Another practical thing was that the extra pain from overloaded nerves went away as quickly as it came; things were back to the 'I am standing on a floor' pressure and the regular pain associated with that.

"Maybe you should start there instead of sparring. I don't know much about prostethics but I'm sure you need to be comfortable with standing and walking around before fighting." Kallen shrugged at the end of her words.

Grenn shook her head and made a sweeping gesture with one hand.
"Already am. It's all these sudden spikes which will happen during the battles..." Grenn snapped, she couldn't help it. She liked Kallen, but did the other woman really believe she wasn't used to something like that? Hadn't already gotten used to the regular use of the prostethics?

Kallen shrugged. She was just worried about the other girl. She just assumed her fighting once more.

"Sorry," Grenn says with a shrug as she follows Kallen's example. "But I really need to get on top of this..." She stops with a grimace, though, because she's probably gonna end up on the floor at the end. But that will simply have to happen, then. She needs to know how long she can handle this.

Kallen made a move first this time, directing a punch towards Grenn. If she eas deternined, then Kallen had to be as well.

It half connected, Grenn managing to deflect it partly from where it hit her in the lower torso. She slid back half a step or so, sucked in air and then dropped down, holding herself up with a hand as she kicked out.

Kallen avoided the kick and placed some space in between them before going in for the attack again. She set off a fury of punches, aiming at various targets on Grenn's body.

This time, Grenn managed to completely avoid everything except one aimed low; it hit the left leg between knee and flesh. That Kallen would probably have an aching, buised hand (maybe more, depending on how hard she hit) since she'd driven her hand into metal, Grenn wasn't particularly coherent to appreciate, because her brain had decided it'd had enough.

Fire, and then ice, not so much where Kallen had hit, as around the different connective ports between artificial leg and flesh leg, shot straight into the bone and then up into her brain. Grenn collapsed, breathing deeply while clutching her head, not the leg, which had already stopped hurting more than usual.

"Okay... I think... hngh, that'm done. Too much..." Grenn slowly straightened out and sat up.

When the last hit connected, Kallen recoiled. That wasn't flesh she just hit. She tried to shake off the pain before she looked at her hand. Fuck that hurt. But she looked back at the other girl and kneeled down. "You shouldn't push yourself."

Grenn looked up and managed a faint, lop-sided smile.
"Too late for that, and, well... it may be necessary... It'll be fine. I just need to--" Grenn paused and took another breath. Even the regular pressure-pain of the prostethics just being attached was now much more palpable than usual.

"Just... Need to get out of these," she said and gestured to her legs, got up, swayed and stumbled, then righted herself. "I can do this," Grenn muttered, mostly to herself. The wheelchair wasn't that far away. She could do this.

She stood up and readied herself to help the other girl. "You don't have to do it yourself when you can't shoulder it all."

Grenn was strong and Kallen knew and respected that. Trying to hard ti go past your limit, she reasonated with that well.

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