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Anything and everything that is related to attacks/techniques through personal consensual training and sparing goes here.

Training

Think about the desired affect that you want to achieve with your technique. Then think about how you would make your technique do that or how you would achieve a new effect from nothing. This area is just for you to do this and post any moves that you have already at your disposal. And remember; the more you work with one attack/technique the more potent it becomes (this can be through training, using it in combat, or using it in sparring matches).

As far as upgrading your move list, you can only do so once a week. You can add only one new move each week and make only 5 improvements. The improvements are a bit limited; focus, power, and speed.

Focus is how mentally taxing it is for you to do a move.

Power is how physically effective the move is.

Speed is, obviously, how fast the move travels through space and how quickly you can perform the move.

In order to improve your attacks in a particular skill, you must make a training post that explains how you have been trying to improve that attack. Nothing special about this, just go by ear and point out any changes in the attacks description.

Training Area

This is an area with a sparing arena, a track, a swimming pool, a weight lifting room, and any other conceivable item used for training the body and mind. Any and all training and sparing posts should be placed here. Thanks for your cooperation.

Mike was running through the simulation that he used for shield training. Lots of low walls and cannons that shot balls of different densities and speeds to test the strength of his technique. Mike had his shield up, it was easier to maintain than before, but it still required Mike to use his anger, which there was plenty of.

He peeked around the corner and saw the ball already flying at him. He snapped his head back just in time to not get hit in the face. 'Damn that AI,' he thought in a good natured way, 'It just keeps getting better all the time.'

He decided a different approach to this would be in order. He put the shield in front of himself and jumped over the low wall in a frontal assault. He rushed the cannon and it started shooting madly at him to keep him away. The ammunition was still not that hard or fast and the shield blocked them easily and Mike was able to bash the cannon with the shield. 'Glad I picked that up in the field,' Mike thought to himself. He started using a series of tactics on the AI, not wanting it to get used to his movements anymore. He did the peek and blast that he had first used on this course, also the jump and charge that he had used just moments ago, and he also used a method of diving out into the open from behind the walls and running away from the cannons as a way of making sure that he had a system for retreat.

The very thought of retreat was laughable to Mike, but sometimes you just prepared for stuff because it was your job. Mike continued this routine for some time and then was at the end. The final cannon. Mike had been rejected by this thing the last time he had done this but was prepared this time. He jumped into the open and put every ounce of concentration he dared use into the shield in the hopes that it would hold. There was a volley of shots and Mike was able to stop all of them, but he was very drained afterwards and he told the computer to end the program. He sat down on the end to rest. 'This is definite progress,' Mike thought. 'All I have to do now is hold it without the anger...'

After a while of training with the throwing knives, Eli was making great progress. Huh, ya know this is kinda like throwing the sword...but it's a lot easier after you learn to adjust to the lighter weight...So, I guess it makes sense that this isn't too hard, he thought to himself as he went to retrieve his knives from the target and decided that he had had enough progress for the day with one new discipline and decided to get some work done with his other one and decided to head to the roof to practice using hard light, stopping by the armory and grabbing a handgun with a silencer on his way up.

(From the Training Room to the Roof)

Mike had given up on trying to use his shield without rage after about two hours of no progress in the matter what-so-ever. He instead decided that he needed to enhance his ranged capabilities. He had always lacked the distance to make himself truly formidable in combat, so he worked on his flame thrower technique on some heat resistant moving targets (they were essentially the training droids but set to 'move randomly' instead of 'attack opponent.'

The idea then occurred to Mike that he could make the flames go faster if they were more concentrated and so he began trying to compress his flame thrower. The attack as it was, was slower than he liked and, while it did a good job at roasting his opponents, he was limited to a shorter distance because of that speed. His theory was that by compressing the blast into a small area he could make the launch almost explosive and propel the thing farther faster.

Mike began by learning to control the flame thrower. He assumed the launch position of the attack, palms facing together and fingers pointing towards the target (not really anything just the open area of the fighting arena). He started the flame thrower and focused all his attention on keeping the flames in the same spot in between his hands.

Mike's success was somewhat limited. He could hold the flames in between his hands but it took him a while to gather up the necessary flames to launch properly.

Mike worked for hours on making the attack go faster, but was only able to bring the launch time down to 5 seconds and he was severely tired after each attempt making him wait after each use to try again. He also had to modify the way his hands were held during the attacks launch so he could propel it correctly (he held his hands directly in front of his chest with his wrists touching and his fingers aimed out to his sides). It was easier each time, but not to the degree that his fire fist technique had been.

Mike cursed the technique but was happy with the range and speed increase. The ball of fire traveled twice as fast as the flame thrower and it went about 10 feet farther. This wasn't exactly what he had in mind when he had set out to create a farther reaching attack, but it was actually going farther each time he used it. But, even if it wasn't noticeable, he knew that it was making a difference.

Mike was very tired after his training and decided it was time for a refreshing shower and then a meal. It seemed like forever since he had eaten and his stomach growled as if to drive home the fact that he had not eaten in a while. Mike chuckled to himself as he made his way to the mag lift.

(from the training grounds to the dorms)

(From Dorms to Training)
Imediatly entering the Training area Neffis went straight for the speed course except not to test how fast he was but more so to find a way to deflect the incoming projectiles. At first he tried sending Telekenetic Blasts at the incoming shots but they didn't push them away only slowed them down. "Hmmm." Neffis spoke quietly in a query, "Perhaps if I don't focus of the force of the blast but more so on the length of it like to form a barrier that might help." He immediatly tried the idea at first it seemed to do almost nothing and it began to bother him. "Damnit there has to be someway to deflect these damn things." Then it hit him, not as much to focus on the attack but focus on concentration itself with enough it will cause the power of the mind to increase however... How long would he have to concentrate for it to actually work? He abadoned the course for a moment to work on his focus and after about 3 minutes of focus he had built up enough energy that he could actually see a small aura emminating from himself. He then tried to expand the range of it and it appeared to max out at about 10 ft in height and 5 ft length. "At least I'm making progress finally now to work on the speed." He constantly worked at it making progress bit by bit and then got it down to almost 3 seconds. "It's still not enough for a suprise attack but it'll do for now." he spoke with satisfaction, "I can work on it later but right now I'm starving wonder if there's anything good at the Mess Hall." He then made for the lift to calm the beast within his stomach.
(Training to Mess Hall)

Eli looked around at the recently devastated droids around him; he had gone through about six before he turned off the replace function, bringing his total 'kill' count to sixteen. Hmmm...Well, it's better, but no where near good enough. We still need to be faster or we'll just be playthings to bastards like Wreak, Eli thought bitterly. But...Maybe we can make ourselves faster some way...or maybe some sort of way to detect things that move faster than we can see... Suddenly, Eli's head was full of ideas as he began to determine a new use for his powers while he moved on to practicing sensing beams of light in the room.

After a while of training, Eli had made considerable progress and was able to dodge most of the prjectiles fired at him. Commanding the guns to stand down, Eli decided that it was time to call it quits for the day and headed back to his room.

][From the Training Room to the Dorms][