Post by Winters, R. on Jun 16, 2016 16:01:51 GMT -5
Raven was in one of the Sim Rooms, working out and training at once. She was wairing normal clothing of only a gray tanktop, a busted pair of shorts and her combat boots. She however had several weapons on her person: a combat knife in its holster and a dual gun in there holsters. She was also field testing a new kind of melee weapon. It was like a hi tech gauntlet that ejected 3 blades that was about 6 inches long each and could be retracted again. Thes dual blade gauntlets where strapped to both of her forearms.
She called out to the room. " Activate simulation two-two-seven slash five-one. " She said and waited a short second. She started up a surprice mixing of different situations, settings and weather conditions. She liked these kinds of training methods as it got anybody that much more better.
Suddently it became very hot in the room and the area was that of a large clearing in the middle of a nice forest. She saw around two dozen people run at her. Most where unarmed but a few people had melee weapons, like a Katana, a baseball bat, a crowbar, ect.
Raven ruched fowards not even thinking of using any of her weapons, she started engaging the nearest few targets. Punching, kicking and breaking many bones. She called out again. "Sim Room... Hotter weather, stronger targets. " She called and felt the weather become slightly hotter and unseen but each of her targets that kept pouring out of the distance was now some what stronger as well.
She enjoyed training like this and with every single punch, kick and motion, she thought of her loving parents, the greatly hated Convenant, her father figure: Phil, and her extensive training. This was what she had become from all that grief, suffering, pain and harshness... a living weapon. Come to think of it, she had no childhood at all, and like every single time that she thought about all this, tears now filled her eyes, making it harder to see.
She called out to the room. " Activate simulation two-two-seven slash five-one. " She said and waited a short second. She started up a surprice mixing of different situations, settings and weather conditions. She liked these kinds of training methods as it got anybody that much more better.
Suddently it became very hot in the room and the area was that of a large clearing in the middle of a nice forest. She saw around two dozen people run at her. Most where unarmed but a few people had melee weapons, like a Katana, a baseball bat, a crowbar, ect.
Raven ruched fowards not even thinking of using any of her weapons, she started engaging the nearest few targets. Punching, kicking and breaking many bones. She called out again. "Sim Room... Hotter weather, stronger targets. " She called and felt the weather become slightly hotter and unseen but each of her targets that kept pouring out of the distance was now some what stronger as well.
She enjoyed training like this and with every single punch, kick and motion, she thought of her loving parents, the greatly hated Convenant, her father figure: Phil, and her extensive training. This was what she had become from all that grief, suffering, pain and harshness... a living weapon. Come to think of it, she had no childhood at all, and like every single time that she thought about all this, tears now filled her eyes, making it harder to see.