Post by Caranore on Jun 11, 2007 21:19:11 GMT -5
((Alrighty, I figured I might as well get this started... becaue i now have time with school almost out. The title should aso tell you something))
"Left! Move left you stupid piece of..." the instructor let out a groan as Cabon got nailed in the chest by another training dummy.
"Again. And do it right for gods sake," the instructor belted. He turned away as Cabon picked hmself off the ground and turned his piercing red eyed gaze towards the training dummy.Standing at 5' 10" and weighing 143 lbs, Cabon was a lightweight. And that was what made him a perfect candidate to try and learn to use the gunblade years ago. He could move easily enough to make the gunblade somewhat deadly while he was inexperienced, but what he lacked was the ability to predict the opponents next move before it actually happened. Which was why, 10 minutes later, he found himself getting off the ground, once again, pondering why he was here.
*Flashback*
"Cabon, come here a minute." A voice shouted. Said blonde stopped and turned toward the speaker. He immediatly regreted doing so, and his previous strategy teacher, whose class he just barely passed, caught up to him.
"You know, the best way to improve your thinking skills, even though I know you hate doing so, is to test out the new training room that was just installed. Besides, you can fight all out, and it might give yo a better chance of passing the SEEd exam, "the teacher stated, gasping a little from talking so quickly. Cabon looked at the man.
"Ill look into," he said, and then turned and walked towards his apartment.
Oh yes. That was how he had ended up lying on the training room floor.
'Maybe Ill go to Ms. Taloin and ask about getting that GF I was supposed to a couple weeks ago. I think its name was Balzak. I just hope its useful' Cabon thought as he picked his bruised body off the floor, again , and deactivated the training dummy.
Slowly, he walked out of the room, down the hallways, and entered Ms. Taloins classroom, hoping he wasnt interuppting anything.
"Left! Move left you stupid piece of..." the instructor let out a groan as Cabon got nailed in the chest by another training dummy.
"Again. And do it right for gods sake," the instructor belted. He turned away as Cabon picked hmself off the ground and turned his piercing red eyed gaze towards the training dummy.Standing at 5' 10" and weighing 143 lbs, Cabon was a lightweight. And that was what made him a perfect candidate to try and learn to use the gunblade years ago. He could move easily enough to make the gunblade somewhat deadly while he was inexperienced, but what he lacked was the ability to predict the opponents next move before it actually happened. Which was why, 10 minutes later, he found himself getting off the ground, once again, pondering why he was here.
*Flashback*
"Cabon, come here a minute." A voice shouted. Said blonde stopped and turned toward the speaker. He immediatly regreted doing so, and his previous strategy teacher, whose class he just barely passed, caught up to him.
"You know, the best way to improve your thinking skills, even though I know you hate doing so, is to test out the new training room that was just installed. Besides, you can fight all out, and it might give yo a better chance of passing the SEEd exam, "the teacher stated, gasping a little from talking so quickly. Cabon looked at the man.
"Ill look into," he said, and then turned and walked towards his apartment.
Oh yes. That was how he had ended up lying on the training room floor.
'Maybe Ill go to Ms. Taloin and ask about getting that GF I was supposed to a couple weeks ago. I think its name was Balzak. I just hope its useful' Cabon thought as he picked his bruised body off the floor, again , and deactivated the training dummy.
Slowly, he walked out of the room, down the hallways, and entered Ms. Taloins classroom, hoping he wasnt interuppting anything.
