« Prev 1 Next » Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first Author Topic: Sir...what, sir?(Fightmaster) (Read 306 times) sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Sir...what, sir?(Fightmaster) « Jun 16, 2009 0:33:59 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top (OOC: Continued from here.) Samuel's ears still reverberated from the flashbang, though his ears had finally stopped ringing. The long walk down the hallways were good to fully reclaim his self of balance, especially after tumbling around in the classroom trying to take Ari down. Besides a couple of scratches on his face and the side of his head, however, Samuel was pretty much good to go. The Henry Knox cadet followed the Fightmaster through the school, beginning to wonder where exactly they were going. He assumed it was for a debriefing of some sorts, but the farther they moved away from the classroom the more the curiousity began to rise. They reached the workout room, probably just to find some seclusion from the rest of the campus. "Sir..." Samuel started up, unsure if she should have asked permission to speak freely first. "Am I in trouble, sir? I know the Collective frowns upon physical confrontations, but I also know there isn't any sort of Pillar system currently set up. I believe I was acting in the right, sir." Back to Top   z Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Sir...what, sir?(Fightmaster) « Jun 16, 2009 0:48:37 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top The Staff Sergeant took Weston away from all the hubbub, crossing hallways and courtyards, both deciding on a decent spot to have this conversation, as well as give the boy a chance to recover from the flash-bang. Fightmaster was willing to be he had more experience with military-grade weaponry than most people on campus, and he knew that contact with a flashbang generally took a bit of time to fully get over. The Military Director wanted the boy to be at his brightest when it was time to actually talk. Finally, he found a secluded workout room, complete with a gymnast-style practicing mat. Finding this satisfactory, he came to a stop, to which point Samuel would ask of his punishment. Upon hearing it, Fightmaster would smile, a more genuinely warm smile than one would likely expect from one with such a military background. "At ease, Private. I'd prefer to talk to you as a soldier right now, and not as an officer." With that, he'd pause a moment, allowing Weston to settle himself down and not be held so uptight about what was going to happen. "First off, I've no intention of punishing you, but if the Headmaster wishes to, you understand I won't deny him the opportunity. It was a brave thing you did, Sam," he used the boy's name, wondering offhandedly if this would surprise the cadet, "but bravery without forethought, that's what we call recklessness in the Marines. And recklessness is one of the five major faults of a general, along with a hasty temper, both of which you showed today." Max Fightmaster was referencing the Art of War, one of his more thoroughly read books back in his youth. He didn't bother to worry about whether or not Sam recognized the words, as regardless of their source, they were still things that were important to recognize. "Next time, alert the faculty first, and then, if you deem it fully necessary, attempt to subdue the attacker. After all, this is a military academy, we do expect you to be able to enter combat, but he could have been armed with more than just a grenade, and then WE could have been short a soldier, you get my drift?" Fightmaster paused somewhat, he didn't usually lecture this much, talking wasn't his style, he'd always been more of an action man. For this reason, he took off his sunglasses, revealing his blue eyes, and his military cap, setting the shades into the cap and tossing them off to a bench slightly behind him. "And besides," he said, a small grin cracking his features, "your technique was a little sloppy. Aren't they teaching you anything in HTH?" Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Sir...what, sir?(Fightmaster) « Jun 16, 2009 1:16:07 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Sir." Samuel replied, knowing it better to address him as a higher rank when he'd prefer common ground rather than the opposite. That was a good way to get your ass stomped, so better safe than sorry. Samuel was surprised to hear his first name, although not shocked. He knew that after seeing combat (and essentially that is what had just happened) officers would often take a more comforting tone with their soliders, easing them away from shock. Samuel wasn't in shock, or at least didn't think so. Things may have felt a little surreal, but he was pretty sure he was still a little too pissed off at Ari to be in shock. As both a solider in training and a martial artist, Samuel wasn't one of the thousands to be exempt from reading The Art of War and recognized it when he heard it. "Sir, with all due respect, Sun Tzu was a general and I'm not. That guy was brutally beating students and teacher alike after they were already subdued. Had I not stepped in when I did, WE would be down a couple dozen more." Samuel thought he might have insulted the Fightmaster with disagreeing, because he removed his sunglasses and hat. Maybe someone taking off a few apparells wasn't intimidating in most cases, but if one saw Fightmaster do it, you'd feel the feeling. The guy was intense. "Actually sir, they aren't. I train off campus. I find MCMAPs...flawed." Did you really just insult the CQC training to a marine's face? To whom it may concern, I hereby bequeath all my possessions... Back to Top   z Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Sir...what, sir?(Fightmaster) « Jun 16, 2009 1:29:50 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Flawed, eh?" Once again, the Fightmaster had to grin. Such bold words from the student. Max couldn't help but wonder if Sam knew that he was a MCMAP specialist. Even so, most practicioners of the program would often say the same thing that Sam did, anyway. After all, Fightmaster himself bolstered his MCMAP grappling with Sambo throws and Krav Maga strikes and takedowns, so it would be rather hypocritical to disagree with the boy. Regardless, he'd like to know what made this boy tick. "Is that so, private? Care to tell me why you think this, then?" It sounded like a challenge, but the tone was kept genial. Fightmaster had to admit, he was trying to scare the kid a little, but he was also curious. His hand went up to his blonde hair and he ran it through, scratching the back of his head at the end. His eyes widened a bit as he regarded the boy, waiting for his reply. Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Sir...what, sir?(Fightmaster) « Jun 16, 2009 1:39:29 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "For the most part, its tactics and their applications. About one-third of it's grapple defenses start with a bear hug from behind. If you let an enemy behind you on the battlefield, sir, you'd be dead. A bear hug is a restraining move. Its good to know how to defend it, sir, but the enemy isn't trying to hold you, they're trying to kill you." Samuel replied, once again speaking his mind before thinking of the consequences. I guess that's why they give you GUNS...don't shoot me, Fightmaster. Samuel shifted his weight, nervously itching the back of his head with his right hand as he fought the urge to continue on. In the end, he decided that he'd already dug his grave. It would be best to at least provide accurate reasoning behind his observations, lest it appear a quick judgement with no real backing. "I also hear that one's a certifiable instructor in 72 hours. Frankly, sir, that's how much time a week I spend on stretching." Back to Top   z Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Sir...what, sir?(Fightmaster) « Jun 16, 2009 2:07:36 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Sixty two and a half, actually, but who's counting," the Marine shot back quickly, shrugging apologetically. Sam had hit upon a few very good points about Fightmaster's chosen fighting style, however, he was way off about his entire portayal. "The problem is, Sam, that MCNinja, at the end of the day, isn't about hand to hand combat so much as it is about sharpening the mind and the body, and honing the Warrior Ethos," he would say, emphasizing the capitalization of the words. "The actual physical aspect may save your life one day, you know, if you don't have a gun, and for some reason your enemy doesn't either, oh, and if he doesn't try to go get one." Fightmaster laughed it off. "Hand to hand combat has a very specific place, and a great deal of true MCMAP, at least physically-wise, is in bayonet and rifle techniques, or weapons of opportunity. The actual unarmed aspect is intended as a last line of defense if all else fails. Despite all of that, the biggest part, at least in my eyes, is teaching the soldier not to think like a soldier, but like a warrior; strong, tactical, and honorable. Only one-third of MCMAP is physical training, the others are mental and character training." The Staff Sergeant rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck. "Though, if you wanted an impromptu lesson in the physical bit, or maybe if you wanted to show me just how flawed my style is, we could go for a bit of a spar here and now...?" This is really what Fightmaster was looking for. This one had shown some promise, and thus, as per Johnson's orders, the Marine intended to test him, to see how well he fought and if he could take on anyone else in the upcoming tournament. Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Sir...what, sir?(Fightmaster) « Jun 17, 2009 15:00:53 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Sir." Samuel's reply was even and respectful, fighting his urge to argue semantics. He didn't disagree with the Seargant's view on MCMAPs, but he also thought that traditional martial arts offered that viewpoint plus so much more. Warrior Ethos was important, but along with it came the right tactics and strategies. As far as MCMAPs versus Kyokushin and Judo went, well, Sam had already made his choice. Best not to tell YOU that though, you scary bastard. As if hearing his mental joke, the Fightmaster grinned and rolled his shoulders, the crack of his neck foreshadowing what Samuel could only assume would be the snapping of his own. He didn't really understand the motives behind the Fightmaster's apparent challenge, but Samuel wasn't quite sure if it was an unofficial order, in which he'd have no choice to comply, or a to test his ambitions, to which he'd rather not get into a fight with him. He wasn't afraid of Fightmaster, not of getting hurt at least. If he was to strike Fightmaster, it wouldn't reflect very good on the cadet, at least to his assumptions. "Sir...what, sir?" Back to Top   z Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Sir...what, sir?(Fightmaster) « Jun 18, 2009 1:35:57 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Fightmaster was somewhat amused at Weston's rather worried reaction. Here was a superior officer subtly hinting that he wanted to beat you up, and right off the heels of a debate over that sergeant's chosen fighting style, one could only assume the worse. Fightmaster's genuine smile, however, would hopefully assuage the boy's worries. "It's okay, Private. Besides, if you want the honest truth, I've been training in more than just MCMAP myself, so what kind of hypocrite would I be to tell you that it's the best?" Fightmaster shrugged off the idea before regarding the boy again. "I'd just like to see your skill at HTH in action, that's all. From what I've heard, you're not bad. A judoka, if I'm not mistaken? I'm just proposing a spar, a... oh, what is it called in Judo... randori?" Fightmaster took a stab at it, but since he was hardly versed in the eastern martial arts, so he wasn't fully sure. Regardless, he'd wait for Sam's acceptance or otherwise. Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Sir...what, sir?(Fightmaster) « Jun 18, 2009 1:51:58 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Ah yes, sir, that's correct. I'm also versed in the striking arts as well, however. I've trained in Karate since I could walk, practically." Did that sound like bragging? There was a twinkle in the Fightmaster's eyes that said, 'It doesn't matter what you say, you have to fight me, cause I said so.' It was strange for eyes to talk that much, Sam knew, but here they were doing it. Nervousness aside of getting rough and tumble with a superior officer, Samuel couldn't say it wasn't the least bit exciting. Fending off a terrorist attack, and fighting your commanding officer. What a big day you've had! Someone's gonna sleep tonight! Samuel exhaled softly, refocusing his mind knowing there was fight to come, spar or otherwise. He slowly slipped off his camo top, leaving him in his camo cargos and tight white tank top. Bringing his right hand to the side of his head, he pushed the sweaty hair out of his eyes before getting into a basic loose karate stance, feet pointed forty five degrees to the side, left foot in the lead and both hands in guard. "Uh...am I supposed to punch at you now?" Back to Top   z Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Sir...what, sir?(Fightmaster) « Jun 18, 2009 2:12:01 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Cadet, on the mat, I'm not your superior officer, I'm your enemy. If you don't come at me, I'm going to come at you, and the end result won't be pretty." Max's eyes steeled somewhat as he spoke to the boy. Not assertive enough to be a good soldier, at least not yet. There were many times on a battlefield when even rank would break down, and one had to keep their cool until order was established again, and in times like those, when even the cool of a commanding officer could snap, it was up to cadets like Sam to rise up and take control. Fightmaster shrugged off his vest, leaving a tight black tank top underneath. "This is your last chance for the first strike, Mr. Karate. I hope you can impress me." Back to Top   sam Guest [send pm] Joined: January 1970 Posts: 0 Sir...what, sir?(Fightmaster) « Jul 7, 2009 0:17:34 GMT -6 » Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top "Sir." The Fightmaster's last statement cut through all mental blocks, both uncertainty and jokes. Just like earlier in the day, Sam felt he didn't have a choice but to fight once again. Samuel slipped off his jacket, tossing it to the side and leaving him in his white tank top and camo pants. Steeling his own gaze, Samuel made his approach. Slipping his left foot foward, Samuel would feint a wide left hook. However, before it would make contact, it would whip back in at the elbow six inches before it would land. Sam's hips would immediately shift back to the left as he sent a powerful right cross towards Fightmaster's solar plexus. Hopefully, Fightmaster would commit to a defense that would leave the real attack unhindered. However, Sam would remain fluid as always. Back to Top   Reply Share Thread Facebook Twitter Tumblr LinkedIn MySpace Email Go to Previous Thread Next Thread Please make a selection first