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Mar. 9th, 2016 08:38 pmcloneororiginal"...So you're the new recruit..." Sarah stated in a bored, unimpressed tone, watching the man as he stood in the center of the training room. HYDRA was known for selecting the best of the best to join their forces, but they really had done a number on this one. A lawyer who was blind as a bat. Shit, was the man who recruited him that off his rocker? Or did he truly see something special with this Matt? Maybe Matt joined so HYDRA could fix his eye sight.
The organization was known for playing God; creating life when there was nothing. Sarah and her sisters were proof of that. Project Leda, creating girl clones to see if biology would win over nurture. That aspect of the program was quickly shut down once the girls were in their early twenties, forced to join Project Castor. The other half of Leda was Castor, experimenting in developing male clones to form the perfect, super soldiers. Clones were useful in spy missions or creating armies. One person seemingly doing the work of five or more.
Now Sarah was given the lovely task to train this 'Matt' from being his current state to becoming an operative for HYDRA. She was circling him like a vulture, trying to figure him out. If he could fight, or if he could even land a decent punch.
"Do you even know how t'defend yourself?" That was Sarah, blunt and to the point. Not giving a shit if she hurt someone's feelings and greatly preferring if she didn't have to do much of anything.
The organization was known for playing God; creating life when there was nothing. Sarah and her sisters were proof of that. Project Leda, creating girl clones to see if biology would win over nurture. That aspect of the program was quickly shut down once the girls were in their early twenties, forced to join Project Castor. The other half of Leda was Castor, experimenting in developing male clones to form the perfect, super soldiers. Clones were useful in spy missions or creating armies. One person seemingly doing the work of five or more.
Now Sarah was given the lovely task to train this 'Matt' from being his current state to becoming an operative for HYDRA. She was circling him like a vulture, trying to figure him out. If he could fight, or if he could even land a decent punch.
"Do you even know how t'defend yourself?" That was Sarah, blunt and to the point. Not giving a shit if she hurt someone's feelings and greatly preferring if she didn't have to do much of anything.
feel free to godmode - was thinking we could keep the fight shortish? :3a
Date: 2016-05-08 08:09 am (UTC)Matt manages to make it through the first salvo of hits, the blind man doing a hell of a lot better than the last trainee who went down with a shattered orbital socket as soon as the deadbolts locked. He swivels from the kick, his arm comes up to block the punch. The leg sweep nicks him, though, and he can’t quite hide the stumble before he recovers his balance. They said nothing about using anything in the room to help him out. The problem is aside from his boots, he’s got no weapons, no projectiles. Taking out the lights means he’d have the advantage (he thinks) but he doubts Sarah’s going to let him call a time-out so he can untie his shoes. From the way she comes at him, this won’t stop until one of them is face down on the floor.
The still breathing part’s optional.
Matt swings to the side and now he isn’t talking anymore, he’s cut the crap and stopped being cute about this. He comes at Sarah with his body angled to give him better balance, the shades of a boxer’s stance mixed in with whatever training he picked up pre-Hydra. He hasn’t shown yet that he’s a big fan of the acrobatics, aware that he can’t hide that forever. She’ll drag it out of him just like she found out right off the bat that the cane’s purely cosmetic. He darts toward Sarah, throwing a punch he expects to miss since he’s already turning his body for a full aimed kick toward her chest. If he can get her on the floor, he can use his weight against her, get her in a lock. Unlike Sarah, Matt isn’t comfortable with the idea of taking that extra step into cold blooded murder. Not yet, not without Hydra to correct that weakness of his. His plan is basically get her to fold, if he can get her on the floor, he’s about eighty percent sure he can take her out without snapping her neck.
Granted, that’s just assuming she’s like the biggest guy he ever took down. Maybe he better round up on her skill level just to be safe and assume it won’t be that easy.
Of course! :) Let me know if this is okay or if I need to rewrite it.
Date: 2016-05-08 04:07 pm (UTC)For now.
If he managed to survive this training exercise, he might have the luxury to live another day. At least he was smart enough to stop talking, no more teasing or quirky quips. He needs to fight like his life depends on it. He needs to fight to kill, and that instinct hasn't been drilled into him like it had been with her. The nature vs nurture argument and founding question that started the Leda project, went out the window when the girls were in their young teens. The truth was revealed to them and that started them on their path to becoming monsters. Living weapons who could carry out missions and make it seem like the work of an individual person. Matt needs to learn that lesson quick, unless he wants to be dragged out in a body bag.
He trained to be a boxer at one point in his life, judging by how he's setting himself up, keeping his arms close to his side at times. The punch he tried to throw at her was missed, but his knee came into contact with her chest. The wind is momentarily knocked out of her as pain floods her mind for a brief second. Then, it's locked out. Though her body is on the floor, she doesn't leave herself an open target. She doesn't roll over onto her stomach to give Matt the chance to put in her a headlock.
Instead, she delivers a strong kick to his knee, forcing him to get down to her level. If she broke or popped his knee out of place, it wasn't her concern. He needed to learn his place.
"You're not pushing yourself," she told him in a serious tone, moving to get the upper hand and pin him down by straddling him and drawing out her blade and pressing it to his neck, right at his artery. The slightest move and the blade would cut into his neck. he would be a bloody mess on the floor. Unless he wanted to risk it and try to break free of her hold.
"This is a fight for your life every day. Doesn't matter who gets killed in the process. Only the strong survive, the weak will die--burn that into your mind if you want to live the night."