training sequence

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“I heard a noise behind me and saw Anna coming out of the house. She walked quickly towards us and, reaching his side, she fell to her knees and put her hands on his throat. He had this look on his face of shock, of hurt. I wanted to say to her, It’s no good, you won’t be able to help him now, but then I realised she wasn’t trying to stop the bleeding. She was making sure. Twisting the corkscrew in, farther and farther, ripping into his throat, and all the time she was talking to him softly, softly. I couldn’t hear what she was saying. The last time I saw her was in the police station, when they took us to give our statements. She was led to one room and I to another, but just before she parted, she touched my arm. “You take care of yourself, Rachel,” she said, and there was something about the way she said it that made it feel like a warning. We are tied together, forever bound by the stories we told: that I had no choice but to stab him in the neck; that Anna tried her best to save him.”

 - The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins

Keith v. the gladiator in Crystal Venom
  • Keith: time for a break, end training sequence
  • The Gladiator: a break? 😂 no time for breaks 💪 😈 the grind never stops 💯 fam 😤 we stay chasing 💦 these dreams 👊

 Ardyn is a tricky, theatrical creature and was already messing with Noctis’s head way before the end of Chapter 11. I believe that he makes himself look like Prompto and vice versa as early as the  "time stitch".

Shortly after the time freeze,  Noctis turns around and suddenly sees Ardyn standing there. But it was actually Prompto innocently talking about the weather when his best friend loses his goddamn mind and tries to murder him. 

This entire train sequence was Noctis attacking Prompto, not Ardyn. Take note of the weird, off kilter dialogue during the chase and ‘Ardyn’s’ different voice dictation. Poor Prompto was begging for Noctis’s mercy the entire time. And no matter how violent Noctis got, his loyal friend never retaliated. 

Fake Prompto then wakes Noctis up and they both fight the Niflheim along side each other. This leads to the top of the train where he sees Ardyn holding Prompto up when it’s really the other way around. And thus Noctis is tricked into shoving his poor best friend off the train.

Knowing of Prompto’s past now, just imagine how devastating and insane that whole chase scene must have looked from his perspective!

anonymous asked:

How would a instructor determine students in hand to hand combat 'adequate enough' to move on from the basics? Come to think of it... what would be the basics? Assuming your students have never been in a fight before, what would be the first thing you teach beginners to hand to hand combat?

Usually, there are tests. What those tests are depends on the martial art, and the teacher’s personal teaching style. The teacher has the student, or group of students perform the techniques they were taught then evaluates their performance to determine whether or not they pass or fail. If they pass, they move on to the next set of techniques and if they don’t then they continue to practice until they either eventually pass on the next go round or they give up. However, there may not be tests. The teacher may simply decide the student is adequate and move on, sometimes without ever telling them. The criteria becomes more complicated as they go up in rank.

It may be as simple as: can you do a front kick without falling over? (No, seriously, learning to balance all your weight on one leg is a challenge in and of itself before we get to moving it.) Can you survive me shoving you without falling over? Have you learned how to set your weight? Have you learned to slap the ground when you fall?

‘Basics’ mean the base of the martial arts style. What those basics are and how they’re taught are dependent on the martial art in question. There will be similarities, but you’ll do well by researching specific schools rather than asking broad questions. You’ll get more applicable answers that way.

As for the basics?

You start with the feet.

A good teacher will spend the first lesson on teaching you how to stand. You’re not going to do anything else. When you begin at the beginning, you retrain everything about the student’s physicality. You’re building their base, how they set their weight, their sense of balance, and how to breathe.

After all, if there are cracks in the foundation then the whole house will inevitably fall. It doesn’t matter how many flashy techniques you can perform if a stiff breeze will still blow you over, and your basics are your foundation. They are the difference between a skilled warrior and one that will inevitably die. Beginning at the beginning requires the “boring” stuff.

So, when you have a master in a martial arts action flick shoving their student around in ways that usually look rather abusive to an outside observer that’s what they’re doing. They’re testing their student’s base, which directly relates to their ability to adjust to and receive impact without losing their balance.

After all, if a simple one handed shove to the chest sends a trainee sprawling then they’re doomed against any actual techniques. It doesn’t matter how well you take it in your arms if you can’t in your legs, if you can’t keep your balance. Balance begins with your core (your stomach, your abdomen, your diaphragm), then your feet, then the lower body, and then we get to the upper.

The secondary test that comes with learning the basics is a mental one. Martial combat is a discipline, it requires patience, persistence, determination, humility, and a willingness to learn. There’s no place on the floor for fragile egos. The training styles of most Eastern martial arts traditions like Karate, Taekwondo, and many of the Chinese martial arts are intentionally designed to be frustrating for beginners. It’s a personality test, meant to weed out those unsuitable to the training and those unworthy of the teacher’s time.

When you train in martial arts, you fall down a lot. You’re consistently meeting new skill thresholds, your understanding is often upended as you realize what you thought you knew isn’t what you needed to know. A trainee needs the determination to keep getting up, the confidence to continue and the willingness to listen. Your ego will get battered and bruised far worse at the upper end of training than it ever will in the beginning.

The test is a question of whether or not the trainee has the fortitude to continue. If they quit as most do, or if they keep coming back for more. If they can make the necessary adjustments, if they can listen, and if they get back up after they fall down then you’ve got someone who might just have a chance at surviving.

This isn’t the mentality of a military organization or military training because they have fewer options of who they can say no to, but martial arts masters choose their students.

The question of fortitude is there from the beginning because the troubles and frustrations you face in training are nothing compared to those these trainees will face in the real world and in live combat scenarios. Where their fortitude to continue through injury and their ability to adapt on the fly, to learn quickly as they are faced with the unknown are necessary survival skills.

When you’re writing any training sequence keep in mind that the instructor wants their students to live and trains them in the hopes they’ll develop the skills they need to have a better chance at it.

Never forget, this is fantasy.

You, the writer, needs to weld the notion your character could die into everything and, especially, into their training. The character may be too young, too naive, or too stupid to realize it but you must never forget that death is always on the table. They need to earn their survival. For all their teacher knows they may very well be looking at a walking corpse. Their student is a bright star full of potential, someone they may grow to care about and become invested in, and may just as easily be snuffed out not long after leaving their care.

This is more true for some teachers than others, but its worth keeping in mind. Everything your character learns is meant to help them for when they enter to sphere of live combat, and that starts at the beginning. If the beginning becomes screwed up, then everything else that follows will also fail.

You may also want to check out our #writing training, #training, #basics, and #martialarts tags on the site.

-Michi

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anonymous asked:

If you're still taking ideas can you do one where lance talks/walks in his sleep and Keith and Shiro find it adorable? Shklance please:)

So i ended up making a whole backstory and everything but

they’re gushing over sleep talking Lance somewhere in the middle and in the end so I mean

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Even before the three had started dating, they always found themselves sleeping in the same bed.

It all happened because Lance, really.

He would notice how one (or both) of them would look exhausted in the mornings during breakfast, obvious bags under their eyes. Taking it into his hands, he stayed up one night and waited until he was sure Hunk and Pidge were asleep before he left his room and went on a search.

He first checked Keith’s room, only to find the Red Paladin’s bed empty. With a sigh, he went to Shiro’s room next with the same result. He was quick to head to the training room to find Keith and lucky for him, he ran into Shiro along the way. The older male was confused and parting his lips to scold the Blue Paladin when Lance just grab his hand and begun to tug him along, a murmur of ‘okay now Keith’ leaving him. Shiro had been confused, but he was too tired to complain so he just let him pull him along, not really thinking when he intertwined their fingers and looking away when a shocked Lance looked back at him. The younger male simply smiled slightly before turning ahead once, a slight skip in his step now.

Keith was definitely in the training room and seeing as he was only on training level four, he hasn’t been there long. He stopped when he heard the doors open and turned back, pausing when he saw Lance and Shiro standing there, hand in hand.

“What are you two doing?” Cocking a brow, he watched as they approached him.

“Training sequence over.” Lance called out, reaching a hand out and taking hold of Keith’s, ignoring his complaint.

That’s how the whole sleeping together thing had started. Lance had simply dragged the two to his room and pointed to his bed, even going as far as locking the door with a combination only he knew so they couldn’t leave in the middle of the night. (It was actually just their names all combined into one)

They never admitted it at first, but it was the best sleep either of them had gotten in a long time.

As time passed, they began to find themselves automatically going to his room when they found themselves unable to sleep and Lance would except them with open arms (literally). It had been weeks before either of them knew Lance even slept talked.

One night, Shiro had only just came into the room, smiling softly at the sight of Lance curled around Keith’s smaller form, arms wrapped securely around his slim waist. As he began to slip into the clothes he normally slept it (he and Keith both now had clothes in Lance’s room), he heard murmuring coming from the bed. Looking back, he quirked a brow and slowly approached as he slipped his nightshirt on. The murmuring stopped and he thought that maybe he had been hearing things before climbing into bed behind Lance, snaking one arm around Lance and the other around both of them. He was close to falling asleep when the murmuring started up again. He opened his eyes and lifted his head, pausing when his eyes landed on the sleeping Lance’s moving lips. He held back a laugh, eyes sparkling with amusement at the sight of the Blue Paladin sleep talking.

The next time the sleep talking had happened, Keith had been awake, too. The two shared a look before soft laughter filled the air of the room. Lance had stirred awake and looked at them with tired confusion, a complaint on his tongue. It was gone and replaced with a content hum when the two climbed into the bed with him, letting himself be sandwiched between them. They waited until he fell back asleep (which didn’t take long since he was exhausted from today’s training) before almost silently talking about the whole sleep talking thing, both pretty much gushing over it because it was just such an adorable trait.

The confession ended up being a month later.

None of them had been asleep yet in reality. The two had just entered the room to find Lance still getting ready for bed. He looked back at them and just smiled, nodding to the two piles of clothes resting on his bed that he had gotten out for his teammates before resuming with getting dressed. The others changed as well and climbed into bed with Lance, whom had simply laid down to wait for them. As they all go comfortable, Lance’s limp form in their arms, three simple words met their ears.

“Love you guys..”

They shared a look, gentle smiles finding their ways onto their faces.

“He’s already sleep talking..” Keith had been the one to speak, voice quiet yet loud enough for Shiro to hear. Lance shifted in their arms and they looked at him, freezing when they saw him staring at them with a cracked open eyes and amused smile.

“Who said I was sleeping?”

Both Shiro and Keith were flustered messes and it ended with a laughing Lance.

The night ended up being spent with the three of them staying up a little later than usually as they talked about what Lance said and in which way he meant it. Before they knew it, they ended up with a flustered yet happy Keith because this means he can be honest about his feelings and a very sexually confused Shiro learning he has a feelings for them both.

At this moment, however, the group was actually getting to have a break. The trio was simply sitting in Shiro’s room, an earth book he had found at a space mall in his hands. Keith was sitting beside him, head resting his on his shoulder as he read the book as well and Lance was tucked between the older paladin’s legs. He had one arm wrapped firmly around Shiro’s waist and he was holding Keith’s hand with his free one, face pressed into the Black Paladin’s stomach as he slept. They were snapped out of their reading, however, by a quiet voice.

“’s my candy…Pidgey noo..” The Blue Paladin whined and nuzzled closer to his taller boyfriend, a pout finding its way onto his sleeping face. Keith and Shiro shared a look before laughing softly, thankfully quiet enough for Lance to not wake up because the quiet ‘shit my candy’ that came next almost had them cackling.

“I love him so much.” Keith whispered, his free hand moving to gently play with Lance’s hair. The sleeping male let out a happy whine at the contact, though he didn’t wake up.

“Don’t we both?” Shiro chuckled softly, resting his head against Keith’s with a small, fond smile.

“Remember the time he called you ‘daddy’ in his sleep?” There was a teasing tone to Keith’s voice and it pulled a flustered sound from Shiro, who immediately lifted his head.

“You promised not to talk about that!” The older male whisper-yelled, face flushed a dark shade of red. Keith had to cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laugh, grinning behind it.

“Not sorry.” He snickered quietly and moved to press his lips against the other’s cheek gently. Shiro just huffed and turned his attention back to his book, ignoring his boyfriend’s snickering.

“Stole my candy…make ‘er give it back..” Lance’s voice caught their attention once more and both chuckled, looking at their boyfriend once more. There was still a pout on his face and he was nuzzling closer to his taller boyfriend’s stomach, hold on both of them tightening.

“Are we ever going to tell him that he sleep talks?” The Red Paladin questioned, voice soft as he rested his chin on Shiro’s shoulder, face facing said man. He had just snorted before looking at the his smallest boyfriend with a quirked brow.

“Of course not, he’ll try to figure out a way to cure it, probably go to Coran or something, and it’s too cute to lose.” The statement pulled a loud laugh from Keith, which caused a chain reaction because now there was a whining Lance in Shiro’s lap, looking up at his boyfriends.

“Why are you laughing..?” His voice was thick with sleep and pulled a soft chuckle from Shiro as he lowered his book. The older male raised a hand to run it through Lance’s hair, the nineteen year old pressing into the touch with a content little noise that could honestly be mistaken for a purr.

“Nothing, babe. Go back to sleep.” Shiro smiled at him and got a sleepy smile in return, though Lance didn’t press his face into his largest boyfriend’s stomach right away. Instead, he was pushing himself up slightly with a huff.

“I deserve kisses since you woke me up.” He had murmured, which pulled a laugh from the others. Keith shared a grin with Shiro before turning his attention back to their half-asleep boyfriend.

“Fine, but only because you’re cute.”

“I’m sexy, not cute.”

In all honesty, Keith and Shiro were both glad they had sleeping problems before because it ended with them both gaining two boyfriends they loved as well as an adorable Lance tucked between them at night whom would sometimes murmur in his sleep.

Whether it be complaints, jokes, or confessions of love for his boyfriends, it was always something that managed to cheer the Red and Black Paladin up. They really did love their sleep talking boyfriend.

Hanahaki Disease ~ Klangst pt. 2

[A/N: this is at a request from one of my friends! I hope you enjoy it either way!

Part three maybe? Let me know!

Disclaimer: Voltron is not mine]

Allura turned when the doors to the observation deck opened, frowning in confusion. Then all at once she was stopping the training sequence, and rushing to qhere Lance had fallen. “Lance? Lance!” She yelled, before turning to Coran who had been frozen in shock. “Get the others, Coran. Then get a healing pod ready,” she was desperate to save Lance - they couldn’t lose their Blue Paladin.

Coran nodded in agreement, before he rushed off to do as she asked. “Paladins!” He yelled as he walked through the doors to the training grounds. “There’s an emergency with Lance,“ he barely got the words out before the rest of Voltron was rushing towards the doors. Coran lead the way to Lance, who was now turned over on his back.

Allura looked up when she heard the footsteps coming towards her. “Paladins!” She gasped, “It’s Hanahaki Disease, I think the humans call it -”

“Like the - like the mythical Japanese disease?” Hunk cut her off, while Pidge frowned in concern.

“Hanahaki Disease causes the victim to begin growing flowers in their chest and head,” Pidge said quietly, “because of an unrequited love. There’s nothing we can do,” they said, their eyes filled with grief.

“Good, Pidge,” Coran began, “but that must be the extent of Earth’s knowledge of the disease. There’s more to it than that. The disease takes hold of people who think their love is unrequited - when in reality their love could in fact be returned,” he spoke matter-of-factly. “If the diseased hears that their love is requited, then the infection can be cured within a few hours to a day.”

Keith frowned, “Who does he think doesn’t love him back?” He asked quietly.

“Aye, that’s the question,” Coran said, nodding solemnly. “As he’s already unconscious, there’s no way for us to know for sure.”

“I know,” Hunk said, from off to the side. His eyes widened and he covered his mouth. “Oh man, Lance would kill me if he knew I knew. It’s just, he sometimes rants about him when in his room in the morning and I listen because I was concerned for him and it looks like I had a right to be concerned. I- I mean, because of the - the Hanahaki Disease, right? Besides, I know the person he loves loves him back, or at least I think he does - but I can’t be sure, obvio -”

Shiro cut him off, “Who is it, Hunk?” Suddenly Hunk blushed and looked away.

“He wouldn’t want me to -”

“Yes, well, it’s either you tell us and we can find out if whoever he loves returns his feelings or he dies, Hunk! And I don’t want him to die because dammit, I love him and if you don’t say its me -” Hunk cut Keith off, laughing nervously.

“It’s you.”

Silence.

“Really?” Keith breathed, just as Lance took a gasping breath, coughing again. His eyes fluttered as he let out a series of coughs. It was filled with blood and flower petals. Lance’s eyes stopped moving and he let out a soft breath.

Keith, Hunk, Shiro, Pidge and Coran crowded closer to Lance in concern, watching as his lungs convulsed against him.

“There’s one way to be sure its you,” Allura said, lifting her head up from being crouched over Lance. “Keith, what are your favorite flowers?”

Keith looked confused for a few seconds before he spoke, "Prairie Gentian, why?”

Coran gasped, “I forgot about that,” he said before lifting one of the blood-covered flowers Lance had coughed up. “Is this a Prairie Gentian?”

Keith looked confused, but Pidge had connected the dots. “The flowers that grow are the favorite of the person that the infected has feelings for!”

Keith’s face crumpled, “Oh, Lance, you fool,” he breathed, reaching over to touch his face. “How could anyone not love you?”

Allura cleared her throat, “Please save the affection until after he gets out of the healing pod. Coran, you were supposed to get one ready.”

Coran hit his head with the palm of his hand. “I apologize, Paladins. I was too concerned for Lance to follow orders properly. Once you get him down there I will have one ready,” and then he was disappearing down the hallway at a run.

The others quickly picked Lance up and carried him to the healing pods. Lance fluttered his eyes open, and he tried speaking. “Ke-”

“Shh,” Keith murmured, “It’s okay, just rest. I love you too.”

Lance smiled shakily, before his eyes shut tightly, coughs racking through his body as it tried to expell the excess flowers that had begun growing inside of him.

Shiro and Hunk settled him into the healing pod. Pidge looked up at Keith, “I told you, you should have confessed.”

Keith laughed, though inside he was hysterical. He stared at Lance for a long time, “I should’ve told you,” he breathed quietly. Shiro placed a hand on his shoulder, and for a long time, everyone was silent.

During a long training sequence (part 2)

Lance starts to take off his shirt 

Keith internally: “pls don’t" 

Lance takes his shirt off 

Keith internally: *screams* “I am not attracted to him, I am not attracted to him” looks over at Lance, lowers his head in shame “who am I kidding, I am attracted to him”

10

What happened with a lot of kids who read for the role (of Eggsy) was that all I was thinking was, ’…when we get to the train sequence, the audience is gonna be disappointed that the train doesn’t cut you in half…’ So, when Taron read Eggsy, I was like, ‘…no, they’re gonna be worried. They’re not gonna want this kid to get cut in half.’ And he read Eggsy the street kid well, and then when I said, ’…now we’re gonna do you playing a gentleman spy at the end,’ he knocked that out of the park. It was effortless – Matthew Vaughn on Casting Eggsy.

anonymous asked:

Could you do langst where Lance is feed up with the team treating him like crap and going of on them?

-Oh my gosh, I love you, thanks for the ask!!! Mkay, lemme give this a try…

Lance rolls to the ground before taking aim, he shoots right before the gladiator takes a swing at Pidge, stopping it in its tracks.

He rises quickly and turns to check on how the rest of the team is doing.

Shiro and Keith have already taken down the second gladiator. All that’s left of it is a smoking pile of scrap metal. They move to help Hunk who is currently having trouble with the third and fourth gladiator.

Lance rushes around to the other side of the battle and crouches low to the ground. He barely notices Pidge joining the fray.

He breaths in deep. The world slows around him as he fires his bayard. The shot hits one of the gladiators on the shoulder before bouncing off the hit the other in the head. Both are distracted just enough for his fellow paladins to finish them off.

Everyone sighs in relief as the training sequence ends.

Lance rises and walks over to stand slightly behind his team to hear Princess Allura’s evaluation.

“Well done Paladins!” she exclaims, her eyes light up with happiness. “Shiro and Keith, that was wonderful team work! You were able to save Hunk when he was in trouble!”

Her eyes move to Pidge, “And Pidge, you recovered and immediately went to help the others. Good Job!” She turns slightly to speak to Hunk, who is standing near Lance, “Hunk, nice effort! You were able to distract two gladiators at one!”

Hunk smiles bashfully and ducks his head while the other members of the team pat him on the back.

Allura reluctantly turns away from the happy sight. Her expression turning sour as she looks down her nose at Lance.

“Lance,” she pauses with an annoyed air, “You weren’t anywhere near the fight! What were you doing? You distracted Pidge, you didn’t help your comrades in danger, and you messed around during the entire battle!”

Lance doesn’t understand, “Princess wha-”

“What if this had been a real battle?!?” Allura is seething.

“Princess, I think there might be a misund-”

“You can’t worm your way out of this Lance. You have to take responsibility for your actions! I want you to apologize to the rest of your team! Now, what do you have to say for yourself?” Her foot taps as she folds her arms over her chest.

Lance looks around the room. His fellow Paladins are all glaring at him as well. The only person who looks remotely appalled by the Princess’s behavior is Coran. Yet even he doesn’t say anything.

Lance can’t believe this.

He turns to Allura with a sneer on his face, “Well, Princess, I would have to say that if it weren’t for me, Pidge would be gladiator chow, and The battle would still be going on.”

Allura looks outraged, she begins to speak but Lance cuts her off just like she cut him off earlier. “I took out a gladiator myself, and wounded two others. You can’t just treat me like trash because you don’t like me!”

Lance breathes heavily. “I’m a member of this team and I deserve just as much respect as anyone else here! Remember your highness,” the title is spat out, “I didn’t ask to be here. You’re the one who needs me.”

Lance throws his armor to the ground in front of her. He marches to the door and throws it open. he sends one more glance over his shoulder.

“I’ll be in Blue when you’re ready to apologise.”

The doors slams, leaving the team in shocked silence.

-Hey I hope you like it!!! :)