Lt. JG T’Fearne - …Something Wicked This Way Comes Part 2
Teayl Thorn
((Azure Falls, Azure Horizon Beach & Spa, Lolagi IV))
Wren called out over the rhythm of the waves crashing onto the beach.
Wren: Okay! Okay, I’m out, I’m tapping out! ::nervous laugh:: I should have stopped when I lost the dagger… ::small groan:: Where did you learn that?
T’Fearne: Holding you upside-down? ::missunderstanding:: It’s not a combat move. More like something I do for my nieces and nephews to keep them entertained, young children enjoy being discombobulated.
As they were mutually taking a break, T’Fearne strode back over to the Betazoid, dropped the knives in the sand and lowered herself, kneeling in the warm sand beside Wren and curiously watched what the other two were doing. Near them, a couple of tiny creatures, some sort of sea-avian species, leaped in and out to the surf.
Solana: The best training is the one that incorporates what you already know and your body is comfortable with. But at the end of the day, when it comes to knives at least, they are just another extension of your body. No different than wearing shoes. Or EV suits. Now, in your case, I think I have a suggestion on gripping a knife.
Taj’el: Response
Solana: Like so. This is versatile since you can either have the blade out in front of you, with your open palm behind it at the ready. Or vice versa, depending on the needs of the moment. This is the more defensive style, while still allowing the freedom to strike as needed. As you can block with your forearm or elbow and have the knife free to slice along an opponent’s arm or strike more vital areas. It also gives a foe a larger threat to defend against so you can use your open palm to slap, grapple or further defend yourself as required. Don’t forget, reach is king. Knives have little of it, so closing into your opponent’s space provides you with more options whilst limiting them depending on what weapon they’re employing.
T’Fearne watched Solana closely as the Orion demonstrated first the open palm, then the reverse grip. Using Taj’el to demonstrate the disarm. The practice blade became a living extension of the well toned green arm.
Wren: ::getting to her feet, trying the new hold style, before looking at T’Fearne:: Wouldn’t it be easy for your opponent to make you cut yourself by…. ::holding the knife out and pushing against the blade until it pokes into her wrist:: Like that?
T’Fearne’s eyes narrowed in thought.
T’Fearne: Possibly. I believe it depends on your own strength and control of the blade. This is why I prefer longer range, blunt weapons.
Solana: Go ahead and try some of those on me. See if you can disarm me of my knife. For this I’ll only use the one.
Taj’el: Response
As the other two continued to spar, T’Fearne glanced at Wren, Slanted brow raised.
Wren: ::To T’Fearne:: Just a second, I’m still catching my breath.
T’Fearne: Take the time you need.
Solana/Taj’el: Response
The Vulcazoid rose smoothly, stretched her arms above her head, feeling the bruise forming on her sternum, rolled her bruised shoulder, ensuring it was still functional.
Wren had recovered enough to stand, bouncing a little like a re-energised powercell. She noted, with approval, how the engineer seemed less hesitant, like she was growing more confident with the class.
With surprise, she caught a vague emotion of something like appreciation directed at her, and wondered what about the thrashing they had just given each other had earned her that appreciation, but didn’t have time to ponder, as Delphina grinned and readied herself.
Wren: Okay…. I’m ready when you are.
Reaching down to the sand, T’Fearne scooped up her knife, dug her bare feet slightly into the sand and crouched low.
T’Fearne: Then let’s continue. I’m curious to see what other creative tactics you will throw at me.
They both stepped forward, clashing again. Wren seemed to be moving more determinedly, her movements less hesitant. T’Fearne faked a stab at the shoulder, reversed the blade grip and hammered a hilt into her ribs instead, more of a weighted punch.
Something crunched under her fist.
T’Fearne froze for a second, then ducked back from Wren's next wild swing. Heat spread over her hand and fingers. A sharp pain spiking between her knuckles. She dropped the knife and it landed point down in the sand. Sand speckled with bright green droplets.
Solana/Taj’el/Wren: Response
Holding up her injured hand, she could see a shard of something clear and glinting embedded between her knuckles.
T’Fearne: Sorry Wren, I think I broke something in your pocket. ::watching a trickle of hot green blood down her hand:: I think I got my blood on your uniform.
She stepped closer and wiped at the ensigns dark uniform, at her hip where a dark wetness was growing. Her hand lightly brushed something sharp in the ensign’s hip or upper thigh and came away dark red.
That wasn’t Vulcanoid blood. She quickly clamped her hands around the ensigns shoulders before she could faint and urged her down to the sand, crouching slowly down with her. Her injured hand smeared green on one shoulder and red transfer on the other, like a child's finger painting.
T’Fearne: ::commanding voice:: Sit, ensign. ::Over her shoulder, to Taj’el and Solana:: Doctor, Senior Chief. We have an injury over here.
Solana/Taj’el/Wren: Response
T’Fearne: I hit her side with a hilt strike and something on the ensign’s person shattered. ::Showing her own green blooded hand with a clear shard sprouting from her knuckle:: What was in your pocket Delphina?
Solana/Taj’el/Wren: Response
T’Fearne: It is fortunate that we have the Doctor here with us. ::To Taj’el:: I’m glad you decided to come with me today.
Solana/Taj’el/Wren: Response
T’Fearne knelt back in the sand and exhaled slowly, gritting her teeth as Solana tried to stem the hot trickle of green ichor from her hand with a beach towel. Her focus remained on Wren as Taj’el dealt with the Betazoid’s injury.
It had not been the smoothest of training sessions. She hoped that both the other officers would continue training sessions in future despite this experience. As one of Ronin’s security officers, it was her responsibility to protect the members of the crew. She knew it was likely that the injury was superficial and easily fixed. Still, her brow furrowed slightly as she worried that she had possibly damaged Wren’s regard for her. Would she feel safe again, on a mission, with an officer that had caused an injury?
[Tags / End Scene for T’Fearne]
((OOC: Added another round of tags for Wren as discussed with Grace, so they can react.))
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Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14