that roadtrip song from a goofy movie softly plays

[livesarock]

WHO: Geddoe and Zel (still cured btw)
WHERE: All over the friggin country...FOLLOWING A RAIL LINE MORE OR LESS
WHEN: 1/29 to....whenever they get back in one piece...AT LEAST A WEEK.
WARNINGS: elle doesn't capitalize in action brackets OH NO seriously idk what to warn about
SUMMARY: screw this snow noise we're going out west. totally not going to get lost along the way.
FORMAT: no

   So once upon a time, two men from high fantasy settings decided that record-breaking snowfall on the east coast was stupid and also being hassled by local authorities for magically blowing up things wasn't much fun either. The solution was clear: Get the hell out of Dodge the City.

   By train. Because lots of people took the train - it has to be totally fine, right?

   A series of train rides with hopes to getting to Arizona. Here's some threads of what happens along the way and after. ENJOY.

Comments

[livesarock]

[feet spaced and planted as they ought to be, sword raised and angled fairly neutrally, so all that remains is to calculate the blow and block it accordingly...

oh, and not get knocked over with the effort. that, too. that's really the hardest part lately, speed aside. he's just not as heavy-footed as he used to be.]

Gnrgh! [CLANG. his hold wobbles with the force, having to take a quick step backward or fall completely. his arms bounced a little on impact, giving him little choice but to try and swing down to protect himself before even thinking of something to counter.]

[trueltning_fury]

[at least with this kind of training, there's time for running commentary between blows]

Easy. Don't swing so hard. Let the blade find its path. [as he lets the downward strike push his sword off to the side, all the better to reverse momentum and counter with a high, almost overhead swing]

[livesarock]

[zel's not a huge fan of critique even when it's good for him because he should be magically awesome at everything on the first try, so his reply's more of just a grunt to follow his motions. he tilts his blade and steer's it up, bending his knees to help absorb more of the strike, digging one heel in while the other steps forward to try and push back.]

[trueltning_fury]

[Geddoe isn't fighting to kill or to even win, so he lets himself be pushed back to gauge the strength of the move]

Better. Overcompensating for what you've lost is expected. You just have to work to get past the instinct.

[and the best way to do that, as he sees it, is to just keep whaling on Zel until he's too tired to hold up a sword anymore. He's not using a serious strategy, just striking at various points, moving smoothly with his own momentum to get Zel to block or parry over and over - at least until he finds an opening to counter]

[livesarock]

[weaker, maybe, but zel's speed's getting a bit better as far as keeping up with the pace in place. he looks a little annoyed; all the openings he could've taken before aren't something he can pull off anymore.] Tch--

[oh, but. that's right - he's not just working on sword skills anymore. danny and cass've taught him a few things to compensate, and hey - it's still fair if it's not magic, right?

the next time blades connect in easy cross-swings, zel pushes forward for a moment before rolling into a turn, sliding his heel forward in the dust to drop down and swing his other leg at geddoe's ankles.]

[trueltning_fury]

[the kick connects, though Geddoe has taken hits like that before and knows what to do. He goes down hard on one shoulder, but rolls swiftly out of it with Wild Geese raised between them as a deterrent, and comes up on his feet.

...and then huffs a little chuckle]

Nice.

[livesarock]

[zel's mood's a little better after that, hopping to his feet with a winded smirk. he's not wasting any time, either; his turn to go on the offensive, stepping in low with a forward thrust off-center enough to target an arm.]

[trueltning_fury]

[it's an easy-enough block, but Geddoe holds his ground, wanting to see how Zel's strength is coming along. His turn to parry and go on guard, baiting his opponent with an open stance that almost dared him to strike]

[livesarock]

[dare taken! zel presses forward, not exactly a bruiser, but no featherweight even without stone weight to ground his feet. his digging in has him leaning at an angle, face drawn in a tight-lipped grimace as he tries to quickly think of the best, least-predictable way of breaking form.

his nose wrinkles a little at a sound beyond manly swordfighting. fucking rattlesnakes, how do they work? whatever.

zel breaks away just enough to give him clearance to swing higher.]

[trueltning_fury]

[being taller, Geddoe has no problem blocking a high strike, but he shifts a little too close to that rattlesnake in order to do so. Cue big manly swordsman suddenly leaping to get his feet out of the way of its attack, even though it probably can't bite through his thick leather-soled boots. It's a goddamn snake, he's going to avoid it anyway!]

[livesarock]

Gyeh-! [oh. snake. zelgadis shuffles a half-step back, kicking up dust at it.

which, y'know, pisses it off.

rather than simply just...leave alone, zel casts a quick wind spell that...is probably more potent than need be; the poor thing went sailing a ways away a la team rocket.

woops.]

[trueltning_fury]

[he just stands there and watches it go, because...well, you don't see that every day]

Huh. A bit of overkill, but. [shrug]