Jordan sat through Homeroom, and grit his teeth, Emily had gone right past him, heading for Nikolay with the laser pointer and Oscar who got to pet her. He sighs, just a little jealous, "Ah well." He'd turned back to the front and took his notes. Nodding slowly. This day already getting off to a pretty incredible start. He's a little surprised to hear Mr. Jones tell everyone about the Senator's visit but well it is an important event. And then bang right into the lecture Jordan doing his best to keep up. It's a researched fact that most First Nations people don't do well in highly structured class environments. But well that's the way education rolls these days, So Jordna knuckles down and just does his level best.
He does get a brief chance a one point to reach down and give Emily a quick stroke along her spine as she passes. Getting a bump to his fingers in response, but he has other things on his mind after that.
As class winds down he's packing his things when his phone starts to play a
tune, his ringtone/message alert carrying into the class before he digs his phone out and checks it.
Group Chat Name: Sword of Hope
Group Chat made
[Henry D.] Invited
[Jordan Q.] Invited
[Oscar H.] Changed Name of Group to: Sword of Hope
[Oscar H.] Changed color of Group Name to: Sword of Hope
[Oscar H.] Changed Name to: [Trunks]
[Trunks] Changed Color to: [Trunks]
Hey guys, I was wondering if
y'all would like to meet up
and talk shop about our mission
on protecting the senators.
I'll be off to the gym, I think
Oli would be fine with us being
in there to talk about this.
I can't wait to get started!
Jordan quirked an eyebrow and sent back,
This idea, I love it. Yeah I'll meet you down in the gym. Coach Cinter will be fine with this I'm sure of it.
His thumbs racing across his phone before he slots it away. Finishes getting his things back together and into his book bag. Then with a little skip in his step he starts to make his way down to the gym.
@Th3King0fChaos@dragonpieceHe'd seen the Firstie off after their gym class. He'd even gotten a few hig fives for getting them nice and worked up. But now as he waits for the next class Oli is alone in the gym. And he uses this time for a little practice.
A heavy bag hangs on one of the roller hangers along one wall. Oli without his jacket on, and the front of his shirt loosened is working the boxing routines. Jab, Jab cross, jab jab cross left hook. There's a steady whap whap whap as he hits the bag, all of this without practice gloves on. He starts to dance step a little, light on his feet, the strikes become faster, more crisp, the bag starting to deform and sway under the strikes. A flickering jab comes sailing out, it almost looks like a back fist but it's not quite that. The jab is followed by a cocked back right cross that rocks the heavy bag up a good 2 feet from where it was hanging.
In the time it takes for the bag to come down Oli has spun back and taken up the stance of Praying Mantis Kung fu. As the bag comes down Oli steps in, slipping past the bag, his trailing hand placing a piercing strike into the bag, a snapping crack as the bag is sent back again, Oli spinning to the side and a series of swift blistering jabbing strikes hitting the bag as it comes down.
Again Oli takes a step back and this time the blow is a planted forward front kick, his style having changed again, that tradiational Okinawan Karate. Power and form, the strikes are strict traditional blows but the power behind it is no joke as the heavy bag rocks again and again from the fist and kick blows. Again and again. Bang bang bang.
The change again is almost flawless, Pankration! The ancient Roman no holds barred combat art. He can't quite do it correctly but to see the motions of the eye gouges, the low kicks, elbows and knees. It's something else to behold as this ancient art, revived and remastered hammers the heavy bag.
But finally. Oli jumps back and away. And that particular echo of a Noble Arms summon ripples out from the gym. Oli bounces on the balls of his feet, a pair of glistening leather gauntlets on his hands, Oli settles to his feet, one foot slightly cocked, the ball of his foot resting on the floor, while the other foot standing flat....
There should be no reason for someone to be that fast! Oliver Cinter crosses the ten feet between himself and the bag. The whap or smack of his guantleted fist against the bag is more of a limited explosion. An expulsion of pure almost unadulterated power rocking the bag up. With a quick step and spin the kick he hits the bag with as it comes down sends it rocketing down the rollers, bouncing off the wall nearby and then back down to meet Oli's whistling fist.
This would be the scene for anyone entering the gym in the next little while.
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