Defensive Fighting, November

[Tzu Mei]

Over the past couple of months, the difficulty of the class had been gradually increasing. Usually, Tzu Mei taught each class with the expectation that the students would be barely able to stand afterward. All of the classes thus far had been focused on techniques for the individual, but this one was a bit different. As the professor was still recovering from the recent unfortunate incident, he was being careful to not trigger another bout of madness.

Thus, this particular lesson was to be based on teamwork and camaraderie instead of individuality. There was a box full of vests, some of which were brown and some of which were green. Next to the box was another box, this one with padded clothing, face masks and paintball guns. The paintballs themselves, of course, were red.

Between the boxes was a sign. It read: Pick a team. Put the vest of your color on over the body armor and group together with the rest of your team. Together, design a plan to relieve the other team of their flags and bring them back to me. When you are ready, see me for a map of where your team's flags are. When I blow the whistle, begin your plan. If you are shot in the arm or leg, you cannot use it anymore. If you are shot in the back, chest or head, you are dead. Drop to the ground and let either team salvage your weapon, ammunition, and flags. After waiting five minutes, return here with both hands raised. Anything goes as far as protecting flags is concerned.

((Feel free to continue the last class and still post in this one.))

[Damien Griffiths]

If you are shot in the arm or leg, you cannot use it anymore. If you are shot in the back, chest or head, you are dead.

Damien was ready to object - he wasn't going to die from a piece of material that'd melt at low temperature, even if it wounded the shape he wore - but thought better of it. He knew that that was just plain asking for questions, and questions meant trouble. Trouble, in his case, usually lead to CASUS agents trying to capture him. Which was unpleasant. With a sigh, he picked up a green vest and slipped it on. Green was a nice colour.

"Are there any spare paintballs available when we run out, or do we have to use whatever we can get from people who've been shot?"

[Tzu Mei]

Tzu Mei did not move from his position behind the sign. "You can come all the way back here, but it will leave you open to attack. The forest, at least, has cover. Try to conserve ammunition."

[Rena Thompson]

Rena picked up body armour and a green vest. This is what she was made for. It was a pity she couldn't field-strip the paintball gun to check it was all okay, what with the CO2 canister and all, but it was simple enough that ist should function fine. She was wearing her combat gloves out of habit. She poured as many paintballs as she could fill into the hopper and snapped it shut. But before she put the face mask on, she shouted "greens, tactical meeting!" and gave the hand signal to group up. While she waited, she took the hopper out, careful not to spill any paintballs, and fired at the ground a few times to make sure everything was working properly. Then she flicked the safety on and put the hopper back

[Aidan Logan]

Aidan read the sign describing the lesson. "Kinda like Capture the Flag with paintballs, eh?" he said to noone in particular.

He selected a brown vest, mainly cause noone had picked brown yet and he thought there should be some semblance of equality between the teams - he'd much prefer to be on the same team as Damien or Less all things considered.

[Damien Griffiths]

Damien sighed as he heard Rena call up a 'tactical meeting'. Whee, another military type. He grimaced to Aidan. He'd much rather have been on not-Rena's team.

"Tactical meeting? Serious? Sheesh girl, it's only school. I'm not going to pretend to be soldiers and indians the serious way." He rubbed his arms. November was getting chilly, and he wasn't happy about having to wear his coat under the vest. It wasn't very comfortable, but he could hardly take it off. Losing heat in the beginning of the cold season was a guaranteed way of losing too much of it.

[Rena Thompson]

Rena held the gun up as if she was looking through a scope, but of course the hopper was in the way. That would not help with precision aiming... then again, that probably wouldn't be necessary. "War's just a big game of paintball, right?" she said to Damien. "The only difference is the stakes are bigger. This doesn't need to be a big serious mission planning, but if you want to wander around in the woods until somebody covers you in paint, be my guest. Some coordination is useful if you want to win."

[Tzu Mei]

Tzu Mei did a quick head-count and groaned. "Will someone with a cellular phone please call their classmates and tell them to get to class? It might help if you tell them we're not doing hand-to-hand combat this time around." He had expected a larger turnout, but perhaps his recent bout of madness had scared the students away.