Singularity

Archive Log: 12

"Please don't kill me." Perhaps not the words Walter was expecting to hear. He even gave her a strange look from the mat they stood on. Onora tied her hair up and patted her sides awkwardly. She had managed to hunt out some clothes suitable for fighting, for training in. But she still felt rather uncomfortable. Maybe it was because she wasn't in tune with the training side of things. Fighting, was something she wasn't fond of, or had an interest in at all. Sure, she understood everyone needed to know some basic self-defence, but even still...she was truthfully starting to regret choosing Walter as a partner. She had no one else, but him. But he stood there staring at her, waiting clearly for her to make the first move. Like everyone else, Walter was wearing clothes to better suited the moment at hand. For the moment his hands were in his jogging trouser pockets, showed how much he took her seriously as an opponent.

"You're safe," Walter said after a few moments of silence had passed. The only sounds were the others training around them, sounds of people hitting the mats, and feet pattering around.

Onora scrunched her face up, "There's nothing safe about this." Training or not, nothing was safe. What, because she'd be landing on a cushioned mat instead of the cold, hard floor, this was deemed safe? She thought not. So far, they were the only two who hadn't started 'fighting'. There was a brief introduction to what the security team decided to teach, everyone was acceptant, no questions asked, and they did participate, only to end up stopping and walking about giving pointers if needed.

They had of course said something to them, but neither had moved. Onora didn't honestly want to fight Walter, she didn't want to run at him with the intention of hitting him. She knew that was the whole point of it, of this. But she still didn't want to physically hit Walter, that's if she could even get close to him to actually land a hit. He was quicker, and stronger, reflexes far outdid hers...so she already knew she was on the losing end of this all. But, as he did point out, he couldn't watch out for everyone, how was that fair?

"I don't want to hurt you."

Walter smiled lightly, he tilted his head to the side slightly. "You won't hurt me." He said quietly, watching as her shoulders loosened, she was standing tensing and fidgeting from foot to foot. He believed this was the one thing which was bothering her, Walter was tempted to state that though he probably could get hurt, he wouldn't feel pain. Pain was an illusive feeling which Walter was lacking. "Likewise, I won't hurt you." He took a step forwards, his bare foot making the slightest of sounds against the mat, along with making the smallest indent as he distributed his weight. "Don't just stand there, Onora." Walter said while he continued moving slowly forwards, she winced and hunched her shoulders up. Walter raised an eyebrow, he sighed and stopped creeping forwards. "Come here," he held a hand out to her, Onora seemed to think over this too much before slipping her hand into his. Walter tugged her forwards, she faltered a little yet stopped short before almost colliding with him. He took her hand, he curled her fingers and looked at her seriously. "Clench your hand," she did so, making a small fist which sat in his hands. He pointed to her thumb, "Don't tuck your thumb in, not unless you want to potentially break it." He made sure her thumb was pressed against her fingers, Onora just nodded at him, she raised an eyebrow though when he held his hand up. "Punch."

"I don't want to punch you..."

Walter pressed his lips into a thin line. "You're not going to learn, if you don't do anything. Punch," he said again while placing his other hand to her shoulder and nudging her a step back or two. Walter just nodded, Onora looked uncertain yet did as he asked. He rolled his eyes, she raised an eyebrow. Walter shook his head, "Again." She sighed and sagged her shoulders, "Again." He pressed while she stood back upright and did so. "Turn with your arm, don't just strike out. Use your weight, but not too much that you lose your balance." Walter said while she parted her feet a little more and hit out again, his hand actually snapped back from the impact. Onora looked up at him with a surprised face, he smiled. "Better." The small smile which was on her face just grew, "Move." She frowned suddenly, only to yelp when Walter stepped forwards and made an attempt at hitting out at her. His movements were slowed down, so was the hit which he projected her way, so she had plenty of time to dodge and move to the side to avoid getting caught.