Post by Lieutenant Robin Star on Apr 29, 2012 3:15:29 GMT -8
As Robin moved across one of the gym mats, he was thankful that there was essentially no one else here, or at least in this part of the gym. He was clad in some fitting exercise trousers with a white vest. A bottle of water and a light blue towel cradling his commbadge were placed off and to the side of the mat.
Robin had wondered briefly if anyone walking in right now would see him as being silly, but he realized there wasn’t really anything silly about his ready stance. His feet moved him quickly to the side. A fist launched through the air, hitting nothing. Though he might have agreed with someone due to the fact that his eyes were closed. Stepping back, he punched the empty space in front of him again. Still, in his mind it seemed only natural.
All those hours in the holodeck, training simulations with holographic characters, they weren’t real. Nor was the opponent in his mind’s eye that dominated the blackness of his vision. The mental figure weaved through and around Robin’s movements. The pilot ducked a high kick to his head, he stepped forward jabbing his fist towards what he saw as a ghostly chest. His target jumped back and then charged forwards.
Robin’s legs twitched to mirror the movement but his mind willed him to sidestep, in the process swinging his right arm up and around, allowing gravity to smash against the back of the figure with no face. It staggered on its feet and Robin turned to deliver a follow-up kick but his bare feet only struck air when the opponent forced itself into a roll across the darkness.
Moving back, Robin gritted his teeth as the form began to take shape but he didn’t let it. He crossed the distance swiftly, attacking with a flurry of punches and a powerful swipe with his leg that might have extinguished a flame if there was one. With a mighty grace, the opponent dodged each blow, it was almost as if they weren’t even on land.
Technically, the form that reacted to his actions was not on any kind of land, but a sea of Robin’s thoughts as he practiced his movements, flowing from one to the next. As the figure flickered, so did his concentration, the lines of the white form becoming sharper. Then there was a sound, inside his head, something similar, driving Robin forward, his strikes becoming more aggressive, the noise rose in volume.
The noise, his opponent was laughing. It was cold and it sent a freezing fire along his spine.
With every miss, the laughter got louder and so did the clarity of the form he sought to wipe from his mind, he could see the moist skin, the colourful oily spectrum plastered along the weak flesh. A Salorri woman.
His eyes tightened, his muscles tensed and his heart roared along side the racing of his blood as he moved to grab the imaginary woman, ready to pummel her into the ground and out of existence. With an uncharacteristic strength, the woman parried his onslaught, swiping away his defences and delivering a kick towards his abdomen.
He managed to step back in time to evade, the woman stepping where he had stood a moment before to assault him again. Robin continued to dance a dangerous beat with the motions made by the imaginary opponent, he wasn’t sure how many minutes had passed since he started, since he last managed to block out the sight but his breaths were short and quick with the heavy heaving of his chest and the burning within his limbs as he continued.
The pilot yelled, charging like an animal before leaping into the air, twisting his hips and bringing his leg up to follow and land on the phantom he saw vividly in his mind.
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Robin had wondered briefly if anyone walking in right now would see him as being silly, but he realized there wasn’t really anything silly about his ready stance. His feet moved him quickly to the side. A fist launched through the air, hitting nothing. Though he might have agreed with someone due to the fact that his eyes were closed. Stepping back, he punched the empty space in front of him again. Still, in his mind it seemed only natural.
All those hours in the holodeck, training simulations with holographic characters, they weren’t real. Nor was the opponent in his mind’s eye that dominated the blackness of his vision. The mental figure weaved through and around Robin’s movements. The pilot ducked a high kick to his head, he stepped forward jabbing his fist towards what he saw as a ghostly chest. His target jumped back and then charged forwards.
Robin’s legs twitched to mirror the movement but his mind willed him to sidestep, in the process swinging his right arm up and around, allowing gravity to smash against the back of the figure with no face. It staggered on its feet and Robin turned to deliver a follow-up kick but his bare feet only struck air when the opponent forced itself into a roll across the darkness.
Moving back, Robin gritted his teeth as the form began to take shape but he didn’t let it. He crossed the distance swiftly, attacking with a flurry of punches and a powerful swipe with his leg that might have extinguished a flame if there was one. With a mighty grace, the opponent dodged each blow, it was almost as if they weren’t even on land.
Technically, the form that reacted to his actions was not on any kind of land, but a sea of Robin’s thoughts as he practiced his movements, flowing from one to the next. As the figure flickered, so did his concentration, the lines of the white form becoming sharper. Then there was a sound, inside his head, something similar, driving Robin forward, his strikes becoming more aggressive, the noise rose in volume.
The noise, his opponent was laughing. It was cold and it sent a freezing fire along his spine.
With every miss, the laughter got louder and so did the clarity of the form he sought to wipe from his mind, he could see the moist skin, the colourful oily spectrum plastered along the weak flesh. A Salorri woman.
His eyes tightened, his muscles tensed and his heart roared along side the racing of his blood as he moved to grab the imaginary woman, ready to pummel her into the ground and out of existence. With an uncharacteristic strength, the woman parried his onslaught, swiping away his defences and delivering a kick towards his abdomen.
He managed to step back in time to evade, the woman stepping where he had stood a moment before to assault him again. Robin continued to dance a dangerous beat with the motions made by the imaginary opponent, he wasn’t sure how many minutes had passed since he started, since he last managed to block out the sight but his breaths were short and quick with the heavy heaving of his chest and the burning within his limbs as he continued.
The pilot yelled, charging like an animal before leaping into the air, twisting his hips and bringing his leg up to follow and land on the phantom he saw vividly in his mind.
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