Putting the Boot in Boot Camp

[Emily]

May 12th | Court of Miracles

Emily stretched, warming herself up for the mandatory training session that the soldiers all hand to participate in, leather jacket discarded in a crumpled heap at her feet lest she overheat. Ever since the Blackblood Legion had shown up at their literal doorstep, there was a certain sense of urgency to ensure that they were ready should they ever be backed into another corner like that again. In her mind, they had won and chased off the intruders so the sense that it might happen again seemed remote to her. No doubt the word would get out that they were strong and not to be trifled with lightly. Then again, she could probably do with keeping her own skills as sharp as they possibly could be. One day she would have to actually fight and better that she was as physically prepared as she could hope to be.

"Hey, Wings." she walked over to tap the purple-haired angel on the shoulder to get her attention. Names were still somewhat unfamiliar and she had genuinely forgotten what her name was. A nickname would have to do until she could pretend she had known her real name all along "We getting this thing going soon?"

In Emily's not too humble opinion, she was more than capable of taking on any one of the soldiers she had seen in the Rogue army. She had been literally made to be a warrior and her years of survival on her own had made sure she could fight and do it well when her back was against the wall. She had every confidence that she would only really need a token show of her competency and likely she'd be able to leave again.

"Give me the toughest guy you've got." she added "I can take them."

[Rungnir]

The huge dire wolf pads towards the pair, his walk almost military like in it’s stride, if he had heard right, there was a training session going on or possibly even beginning. It seems that Jenn was leading this session golden eyes peer over to watch Emily ask her a question.

“Let me challenge you Emily” the wolf speaks in his huskily like whisper. “I’m sure you have never sparred with the likes of a wolf before, no?” He bares his fangs in a grin.

[Jenn]

Clopin had asked her to oversee a training session.
Fair, given everything that had happened recently, it was a good idea to make sure their soldiers were up to snuff. They didn't need a repeat of what happened with the Legion, even if the Rogues did come out victorious.

Watching the gathered group prepping themselves for a spar, she herself stretched her wings, giving them a small flap before letting them rest behind her back. She was glad to be back in this form. The new form she had discovered in the battle was cool, but it was hard to get around in a crowded city when you're roughly the same size as Cerberus.

She gave a tiny jump at the tap on her shoulder, not expecting the contact. Her nerves settled just as quick however when she noticed it was simply Emily, asking if they would be starting soon. Asking to be put up against a tough opponent.
Before Jenn could pick someone to put Emily up against, Rungnir walked over and volunteered himself.

Jenn glanced between the two, before giving a small chuckle,
"It looks like you have a challenger, Em."

[Emily]

Emily couldn't help the twinge of disappointment when Rungnir volunteered himself. To be honest, she had been hoping for both a tougher opponent and perhaps a human opponent because she was fairly certain that fighting an animal would not be as difficult as a human or an alien like herself. Still, she wasn't about to outright reject him with someone of a higher rank than her standing right beside her so she shrugged and turned to the dire wolf.

"No, I haven't." she admitted readily, because she had never fought a wolf before, even a dire wolf like Rungnir, but then with a confident smile she declared: "I've fought bigger though."

Without much more preamble, she widened her stance ready for the animal to attack. She couldn't help the somewhat bloodthirsty smirk that crossed her face as she readied herself to fight.

[Spines]

“Ayyy.”

Bardic hyena strolled in, with what appeared to be a custom made guitar case on his back; the thing seemed to be made out of solid gold for some reason. Spines didn’t appear aware that the obscenely shiny case on his back might have been taken as odd, or be affected by what one could only assume was the great amount of weight a solid gold case entailed. That was to say nothing of what he might have been carrying inside it, which he didn’t even make a move to reveal yet. Spines just stopped walking and stood.

Any seriousness of the situation would have been entirely lost on the bard. Spines seemed immune to negative emotion. Stoic and solemn definitely were not in his repertoire. At least he tended to have an idea when it was time to shut up though. Spines didn’t want to give the impression he was crude or unfeeling, even if he was eternally positive. He stood idly, swinging his arms and upper body back and forth, once snorting through his nose as a result of his apparently permanent sinus issues.

[Rungnir]

His silver tipped paws kick off the ground as the large dire wolf lunges forward racing around to get behind the woman. Jaws part open to show off his razor sharp canines as he feints a lunge at one of her long legs, snapped savagely before jerking backwards, Golden eyes gleaming from underneath the mask with just as much blood-lust.