War Games Apr 30, 2019 1:37:10 GMT
Post by Tadayoshi Teppei and Silence on Apr 30, 2019 1:37:10 GMT
The premise was simple enough: Silence and its numbers had simply outgrown the Spartan Training Ground in time, in size, in maturity, and in experience. The training partners back there just didn't keep the team sharp anymore, which made some sense because the facilities didn't have safe spaces for such high-level combat anyway. That meant the team in its down time had to shift locations to somewhere more open. He also began posting open invites on Tamernet for training partners in a safe environment with safe people. He didn't like soliciting strangers, but trees didn't shoot back.
In the meantime, he and his team were not idle. At the moment, a Turiemon was crossing blades with Sealsdramon. "Smoker, captain! You've got no cover!" It was true. Sand dunes were few and far between, varying greatly in height, and the sun lit the place up like a stage. The boy who yelled that order was watching from a safe distance away, a 16-year-old Japanese native in khaki shorts and a thin white tee, his survival mechanism against the brutal heat.
The Sealsdramon responded by using a free hand to slip a smoke grenade from one pouch in his vest and slammed it into the ground. On contact, a very wide radius filled up with thick, dark smoke.
"What's it gonna be, bunny girl? Can't use a substitute without line of s-"
Turuiuemon ran to the edge of the smoke and declared, "-Cross Substitution!" Amazingly, it worked. Suddenly Sealsdramon was outside the smoke, and she inside. "Caught your shiny knife!"
"Get a closer look." The Sealsdramon threw his knife into the cloud of smoke, and the rabit's cry of pain indicated he hit something. "You forget my sight."
It looked like they were deep in the middle of sparring already.