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    [fancypost borderwidth=0][justify]Teaching was never quite something he had expected to come of him, but he had volunteered to do it. He had only taught a class once and he had been described to be a true army drill Sargent and he did get a little aggressive when it came to battle training. Anything else such as arts, reading, and whatnot, he was fine for, but for some reason it was like he had a sudden change in personality. Maybe it was his Harbringer bloodline coming out in him, but being related to bunch of blood thirsty whores was not something he would announce proudly. "WindClan, gather for a training session for hand-to-hand combat. You have five minuets to get with a partner or I'll assign you one. If you partner up with your friends or family, I'm splitting you up and assigning you a partner. Get with someone you either hate or you don't know and wait for further instructions."


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    Hand-to-hand combat wasn't Noodle's specialty. But she was always willing to learn, especially in a dangerous and wild environment like WindClan. The siamese stepped close to Percival and flattened her ears, her expression very serious and her claws unsheathed against the ground. Half of her hoped that Murdoc showed up. She'd really would love to tear into him for the plastic beach incident. "Would he count as a friend, since we're in a band?" She pondered for a moment, placing a claw on her chin in thought. "Do we just start when we have a partner, or do we wait for further instruction?"

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    Hand-to-hand combat? That... that could be a significant problem. Phil honestly was not sure how he was going to deal with this. He... his missing claws were a definite defect, but there was his clumsiness too. "Uhh... I guess I'll participate," muttered the Guardian, shaky, nervous smile tugging his maw. "So... anyone wanna partner up with me?" Phil continued, tilting his head a little.

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    KATE MARSH
    "even angels need angels."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Kate sat close by nervously. Given the size she was, she would not be good in any sort of fighting situation. She often feared the idea of having to defend Windclan in a war. She was weak, smaller then pretty much everyone around her, and not skilled with this sort of thing. She did not care for fighting, but she knew being untrained made her vulnerable. But who would want their partner to be the tiny, weak rabbit? Ears flattened against her head, she scanned her gaze around the space trying to figure out if she should join or not.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Oh! Another British person, those his accent was a lot more, uh, regal then 2D's clumsy cockney accent. Happily he wandered over to Phil, for one he was British, and two looked like easy picking, not that he himself wasn't super weak and clumsy or whatever, anyway. "'ello friend, I'm Stuart Pot but me band mates call me 2D since my head...I gotta think of'a new introduction...Huh." Toward the end he led into talking to himself but oh well. The bright blue Great Dane smiled, his completely black eyes blanking out despite being on Phil.
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    Haldor heard the announcement and flicked an ear. Someone he hated or didn't know? "Aww, if only Cake were here." He didn't hate her but she was annoying sometimes. Close enough. He glanced around and looked to Russel. "You. Wanna partner up?" Hal grunted.
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 380px; text-align: justify; line-height: 140%; font-size: 8pt]the timber wolf supposed he'd participate in this. there was no such thing as too much training or too much experience, after all, and he hadn't participated in any sparring or other battle activities for a while. other than the search and rescue raids, of course. jonathan supposed he'd let percival pick out his partner for him; it wasn't like he really had a preference.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; font-family: arial; font-size: 16pt; letter-spacing: -1px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #000; padding: 0px][color=#5e2a59][i]❝ remember that it's all in your head ❞[/fancypost]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 350px; height:][justify][size=10][sup]Jyoti had the distinct feeling that if he were to join in here, he would very well end up hurting somebody. Or something. So he slipped out to the side, more or less intending to observe.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 140%; width:450px;]"I said wait for further instructions." the panther spoke, words vaguely stern but not necessarily hostile nor rude. Drawing in a breath, he inclined his head, looking over everyone who appeared. Alright, so some of them were not attempting to partner up which left him to do it himself. "Maelstorm, you're with Jyoti. Kate, you're with Jonathan." That was quick and simple. That was only three pairings, so surely more would arrive? Percival saw no reason why he couldn't wait a for more minuets before starting
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    Vader loved violence, and attending this was no different. So, he await instructions, as much as he hates following orders.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px transparent; width: 450px; font-family: times new roman; auto;][justify]The small-framed Maine Coon would move cautiously over to the group of her clanmates, pointed ears swiveling at Percival's instructions. Well, the only people left unpaired at the moment was tiny Kate, who seemed to still be deciding whether to join or not, and Vader. Both of whom she had a complicated relationship and not to mention a size difference for both. So Padmé would wait to be paired up by Percival.


    She certainly needed this sort of instruction and she trusted Percival's skills to be more than capable for the job. Hopefully she wouldn't get too terrified by the prospect of practice fighting. [/justify][/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 15px; font-family: arial; color: #000000]Oooh, fighting. Definitely her thing. "I'm down," she says.


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; width: 460px; border: 1px; border color: transparent][justify]You're going to kill them! And then what will you do with yourself?
    He feels like a Cadet again. More composed than he'd been as a child, maybe, but frightened nonetheless of the prospect of fighting somebody one-on-one. Though, when he was younger he'd been terrified over things that almost felt normal for someone his age - passing his training, living a socially enriched life - but these days it was the constant chiming in his conscience that filled him with dread. His own critical voice hums softly back at him as he sweeps his gaze across the idle group, You're going to lose control, you're going to conjure a knife and stab them in the back. Like Grus, like Stargit - you're going to kill them so you can win, just as you've always done. What will everyone say when your next victim drops dead? You'll be exiled, you'll be -
    "You," he cuts himself off by addressing the first lone figure he sees. Hux swallows hard, pinning his ears back in mild embarrassment - if he was trying to pass as fine and over It as he'd previously promised himself, he was doing a poor job. "Padmé, I mean - I'm sorry. Er, do you have a partner?"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: 10px; padding: 0px; font-size: 15px; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -8px]This, is not living[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 430px; min-height: 80px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #e6e6e6; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify;]Oh my god, if Hux hurt Padme... god, what Vader would do to his own subordinate. But that would be blowing his cover and losing someone far too valuable.


    He surveyed the other, searching.


    [b]"Livepaw, with me, will you?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 450px; text-align: justify; height: auto; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 130%; margin-top: -8px][hr][font=georgia]Combat training? Good with him. Did he hate anyone here? No, not necessarily, but he had plenty of pent up anger and he wasn't worried about venting it out on someone. With a flicking tail, the pine marten glanced around, a slight scowl on his face. Well, it seemed everyone was paired or pairing up already. He could wait however, he didn't mind as long as he got to do some fighting at some point.


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    [justify][font=constantia][size=9px]☆—[/size] [size=7pt]She had to breath in deeply before trotting over to the group, ears flicking, biting her lip nervously. Combat wasn't exactly one of her strong points. Still, now that she was walking better, it seemed smart to finally get better at fighting, a skill she severely lacked in. Okay... It seemed everybody was already pairing up... Except...


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    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px transparent; width: 450px; font-family: times new roman; auto;][justify]Pointed ears flicking up as someone spoke her name, the small-framed Maine Coon turned towards Hux, drawing her soft golden optics up to the nervous male and pushing a faint but warm smile onto her maw. "No, I d-don't. Would you l-like to be partners, H-Hux?" murmured Padmé kindly, oblivious to Vader's furious thoughts.[/justify][/fancypost]