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    Basic Combat Training (Job)

    Kyra Forte
    Kyra Forte

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    Lineage : Lawmage's Word
    Position : None
    Posts : 131
    Guild : Rune Knights
    Cosmic Coins : 0
    Dungeon Tokens : 0
    Mentor : Mercury Arsenault
    Experience : 7,412

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    First Skill: Lacrimatek Requip
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    Basic Combat Training (Job) Empty Basic Combat Training (Job)

    Post by Kyra Forte 20th May 2020, 6:19 am

    KYRA FORTE

    Word Count: Post: 2156
    Required: 1500
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    Job Information: Basic Combat Training
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    There was a general hubbub among the Rune Knights today as they made their way around the Headquarters. Today was training day, the first training day for all the newly enlisted Rune Knights. It seemed like days like these were somewhat of a spectacle for those who weren't working or had some free time, as they were able to see what the new recruits were made of. Speculation was already rampant as to who would have the most interesting magic or combat style, some wondering how those more tech-savvy would stand against those who favoured combat. Kyra had even heard herself mentioned a few times, although they were neither positive nor negative from what she'd heard, but sheer intrigue. A veterans who had come back to the Rune Knights after they reformed remembered her surname of course. They'd worked with and fought alongside her parents and, whilst they smiled at her out of some level of familiarity, she knew that they were thinking exactly the same as what she was; she two pairs of shoes to fill, and both were far too big for her. Then of course there were those who knew about her lack of magical power, never openly mentioning it, but vocally curious as to how she would do in combat without any magic to speak of. To those people she simply smiled to herself. She would never claim to be the greatest fighter out of the newest recruits, but she certainly wasn't hopeless.

    Thankfully though there was time to prepare, as the they weren't expected in the training grounds until after lunchtime - something Kyra felt was as much a test as anything else today. Who wanted to fight when they'd just eaten? Not her, that's for sure so, naturally, she'd planned ahead the moment she'd heard about this and had eaten a large breakfast. The pearly-haired maiden wasn't really a breakfast person and so at first she'd been regretting eating so much. It had left her lethargic and struggling to get going. But now, an hour later, she was on the ball. She'd once again found her way into the workshops of the Engineer Corps - a place she wasn't supposed to be spending as much time in as she was - and was making some tweaks to a design she'd come up with following her trip to the Neutral Grounds. The design was far from perfect of course, as all first drafts and eventual prototypes were, but that was all a part of the excitement; seeing something change and evolve by your own hands, starting as a basic concept and become truly incredible by the end. Many times Kyra had wondered if that was how parents felt about their children, but she'd never bothered asking to find out.

    She placed down the hammer that she was holding in her hand and pushed a stray hair from her face, wiping the small amount of sweat from her brow before turning her wrist around to look at her watch - 11:38am. That meant she had about an hour before they were due to start. She cursed silently. She wouldn't get this prototype done before it. That meant she had to do well in that training session and not take too many bumps so she could sneak back in here and get the job done. Until then she needed to get changed into more appropriate gear - jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of overalls weren't really ideal for combat...


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    Kyra climbed out of the shower and quickly clothed herself in her bodysuit, opting to stay in that alone rather than wearing her usual attire of matching white jacket, skirt and knee-high boots. Whilst she would be more comfortable with more clothing on, she would only have to remove the jacket and skirt anyway to fight. And also they weren't a part of the uniform for her rank, which was disappointing but understandable. Truth be told, her bodysuit probably wasn't in-line with the uniform either, but she could at least use her "magic" as a reason for her lack of the black coats and jackets. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed before smiling. It was only training. Why was she so worked up over it?

    She grabbed her watch off of the table in front of her and glanced at the time; 12:21. "Oh shit!" She had ten minutes to get to training and she hadn't dried her hair...it would have to go undried. She'd deal with the repercussions later. She put her watch on and bolted out of the door. V-1 quickly started its rotors up and followed behind her as fast as it could, beeping every now and again in the hopes of grabbing her attention, to no avail.

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    "Private Forte...glad you could join us." The trainer said coldly, causing a few of the new recruits to laugh nervously.

    Kyra had just about made it, although she'd clearly pushed her luck as she'd very obviously rushed to get there on time. She bowed her head in a combination of respect and apology. "Sorry sir. It won't happen again." she said somewhat quietly, causing a few more chuckles, getting her slightly angered - it could have happened to any one of the recruits, who were they to laugh? It seemed the trainer had the same sentiments. "The next person to laugh will be demonstrating getting their ass kicked by a superior opponent."

    The entire courtyard fell into tense silence. He then turned his attention back to Kyra. "See that it doesn't Miss Forte. Next time I will not be so lenient. That goes for all of you. If you wanted a day of tardiness, today would have been your one free day. After today, ANYONE who is late will be punished accordingly." The tension got somehow thicker, something Kyra would have though impossible just seconds ago. The trainer seemed not to notice, or perhaps he simply was so used to it that he was immune to its effects, as he continued to speak in the same sharp tone. "Today is your basic combat training. You will be expected to show what you can do, so that we can set up specific training classes for each and every one of you. Yes, even those of you hoping to be Engineers. You all know the struggles that the Rune Knights have faced over the years. You will all most likely, at some time or another, be required to defend yourselves and potentially your comrades."

    As the trainer finished talking, one recruit raised his hand. The trainer's eyes shot straight to the recruit who visibly shivered and slowly lowered his hand back to his side. "Private Lock, well volunteered. You will be facing off against Her Royal Tardiness, Miss Forte. Step forward, eyes front." Kyra's eyes went wide in surprise for a moment, but she caught herself before the trainer looked at her. She'd expected some form of punishment of course, but she wasn't expecting to go first. Still...if this fight went fast and she wasn't too beaten up by it, then it meant she could get more time working on her project. She stepped forward, her eyes staring at the empty space in front of her. "The two of you will go all out until I say to stop. I will not excuse holding back; any threats to you will not do so. You have an audience today, but I expect no theatrics; you will have no time for them in the heat of battle. Lock, go to my left. Forte, to my right. Face the middle."

    Both recruits did as they were ordered, taking their respective positions on the 'battlefield'. The trainer then continued to talk to the rest of the group, explaining the rules to them, telling them all to watch closely and to prepare themselves, as they'd all be taking turns. Kyra took this opportunity to take a look at her opponent. Private Lock was a fairly tall man, lithe, yet muscular. He knew how to fight, but he lacked the muscle to brawl. That was a good sign at least, as this meant he wouldn't be able to outright overpower her. She then glanced around at the courtyard, specifically the windows overlooking it. There were many faces to be seen, all of them watching the group of newbies intently. Some of the faces she recognised, but others were new. So this really WAS a spectacle to them. Kyra snapped back to the trainer and her opponent just as the trainer looked at her. "In case you missed it Miss Forte, I said no theatrics. There are no fans here looking at the cute girls or the hot guys. They all want to see what you're made of."

    Well THAT sounded like a scolding. Unjustified in Kyra's eyes but she kept her mouth shut. Actions spoke louder than words. Actions gave results. Kyra liked results.

    "Begin!"

    Lock made the first move, closing the gap between them slightly as he leapt into the air, magic power pooling between his hands which were cupped in front of him, facing Kyra. She stood watching for a moment, allowing him to gather his magic then, as he fired it off, she quickly sidestepped and brushed her hand over her watch before bringing her hands down to her sides. Black, rune-like text appeared around them for a moment before they suddenly solidifed and formed into a pair of blasters. Lock had used lightning magic. This meant he was fast. Long ranged would be difficult. Short range would be a possibility with the right requip. But mid-range was the right choice here. She brought the blasters up in front of her and let rip, firing off her Rapidfire spell just before Lock hit the ground so that he couldn't avoid the shots. He brought his arms up to try and protect him from the sudden onslaught, to little avail. The damage wasn't enough to slow him though. As soon as Kyra stopped firing, Lock was back on the move. This time he fired off two shots of lightning that hit the ground on either side of Kyra. It was an intentional miss. That meant that those were preparation shots. Kyra brushed her blasters against her thighs, the lacrima in her suit recharging them immediately. She raised the blasters back up and was about to fire when the two shots from before suddenly burst, creating a chain between them with her directly in the center. There was no time to avoid it. She brushed her watch against her left wrist and her body glowed for a second before her Lacrimatek Armour flashed onto her body.

    She took the full brunt of the attack and by the Gods it hurt! Had she not gotten that requip off, she could be on the floor defeated right now! So Lock had a lot of power behind his magic. But he was still keeping his distance as he landed around the middle of the courtyard. Kyra had miscalculated; mid-range was the wrong call. She dispelled her blasters and rushed towards Lock. He clearly hadn't been expecting it as the look in his eyes told her he was suddenly panicked. Perfect. Her fists were once again surrounded by those runes before black and white gauntlets would appear around them. She slammed into her opponent full force before releasing a relentless assault of punches. So far so good. She had him on the ropes already. Just as he went to back away from her, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him closer, bringing her arm up into a lariat that sent him crashing to the floor beside her. She then brought her right fist down, punching him in the gut and causing the man to gasp for air, rolling onto his side and curling up slightly in pain. "ENOUGH!" the trainer shouted out. Kyra was panting for air by this point but pulled herself away from Lock. She brushed her watch once more to dispel her requips and offered Lock her hand. He hesitated for a second then, when she smiled at him, he smiled back and, with a wince, accepted her help to get back to his feet.

    "A good showing, both of you. You're free to go." the trainer stated and, for a brief second, it looked as if he might smile. But then it was seriousness again as he looked at the rest of the group. "That, boys and girls, is how combat is. It is quick. One mistake, one miscalculation, and you can find yourself flat on your back at your enemy's mercy." That was the last thing Kyra heard from the trainer as she left the courtyard and, with a quick apology to her comrade, Lock, she headed quickly back to her quarters to get changed. She had a project to finish afterall.

    Stats:

    Total Word Count - 2156
    Handing in 1500 words as the job and the rest as a D rank Freeform.

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