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A short oread in a poofy pink-and-white dress, with a slit down the front to allow for mobility, steps out onto the empty training ground. There are a few rocky protrusions around her eyes, and he skin seems to have bits of silica embedded in it. Strangely, she has human-like blonde hair.
She curiously inspects a training dummy (set up with realistic weak points), circling around it.
"Hmmmm, looks like strikes there and there would be effective. Maybe a knee and an elbow in rapid succession?"
She completly misjudges the distance with her knee, sending her careening off balance, but before she falls, she manages to send a solid elbow into the dummy, then topples to the ground.
"Aw, phooey. Looks like I still need more practice" she says picking herself up.
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The oread looks around slightly puzzled at the talking fox, and furrows her brow slightly.
"Oh, oh, your another Kitsune." Then the realization of his words hits her. "Oh! both feet! Haha, yes, I think I should!" She starts laughing as she pulls herself up and dusts off her dress.
"Right, because, you have four . . . that's funny!" She suddenly pauses for a moment, her joviality subsiding. "I-then again. Both feet . . ."
As if suddenly getting a thought, she pauses for a moment and goes over to a different training dummy. She gives it a good look, studies it for a moment, then enters a low martial arts stance for a moment.
Flurry of blows-studied target
Suddenly, she springs into action, jumping up and performing a whirling kick with one leg, and then a straight kick with the other, propelling her off the wooden training dummy. She lands a few feet away from her target facing the opposite direction.
"Hmmm, still needs work . . . Almost didn't connect with that second kick. I guess I just need more practice." She finally turns back to the Kitsune.
"Ho yes! Thanks for the idea Mr. . . . uhhhh. Oh, sorry, introductions. Where are my manners? My name's Keeks! Keeks Krueger. Aspiring Candymancer." She tentitivly holds out a hand to shake but seeing as the Kitsune is in fox form, she halfway takes it back and then follows it up with a tien-style bow instead.
"Pleasure to meet you!"
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The oread balks for a second before realization washes over her face.
"Oh. . . oh yes, I see!" she starts laughing at her own mistake. She moves over to her backpack, which is sitting off to the side and rummages through it for a second, still laughing to herself.
She frowns for a bit before pulling out a peanut butter cookie.
"I'm afraid I'm not well versed in fox biology, let alone kitsune-fox biology. Are you good to eat peanut butter? I'm a confectioner by trade, you see, and I'd love to give you a sample. I know chocolate is bad for most canines but. . ." She reaches out and hands the cookie to Grr.
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After a long time of no use, a lone wanderer in a simple orange gi steps out on the field. He practices a few punches and kicks in a ritualistic fassion, in an obvious attempt to warm up.
The bare-foot tien man the brushes himself off.
"Right, let's try this." he says to himself. Then he gets into a low squatting position.
"HaaaaaaaaaAAAAAA!!!!. As he shouts his body starts crackling with electricity, and wind seems to start coming from him. Soon, a thrum of power can be heard, and a spiky white aura can be seen surrounding him. The display continues increasing in power, and those who look close can see that his heels start to lift off the ground. However, before his feet completly loose contact with the dirt, the exibitiin ends suddenly, and the man collapse to all fours, panting heavily.
"Shimatta, not quite able to fly yet," he manages between gasping breaths.
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The court is silent on this summer day as the sound of hooves enacts over it. A 7'6" male centaur steps over the place. His flaxen fur barely reflects the suns light while his white tail slightly dances in the breeze. On his upper body he wears some kind of blue and red fabric with intricated golden brocade designs which covers his upper body whole and half of his lower body. At the border between upper and lower body he wears a holster on each side. And each holster contains a revolver. The sleeves of his clothing cover his whole arms and his hands are placed inside brown gloves. On his lower arms and his shoulders he wears plain metal protectors. On the undersides of those on some kind of mechanism are scimitars with folded grip mounted. His lower legs are covered in some beige leather boots. Around his neck he wears a big dark red scarf that also covers half of his chest.
The sight of a centaur wearing guns might be odd itself but what gets topped by it is his head. On a much longer neck sits no human head but the head of a horse. As high as a normal human skull with dark blue eyes and able to make expressions but otherwise it has the same features like a horse: long muzzle, ears on top, eyes on the sides and a white mane as hair. In his mouth he has a stalk of straw which he switches between left and right side.
He looks around with an emotionless look on his face before he turns toward the shooting range. He steps into position before he draws his revolvers and starts shooting.