➹Tributes' Training Center

@D07♙L.Joe♥ ♡ [H] [PLEASE FORGIVE ME IM SORRY I FORGOT]
The corners of Bom's mouth twitched upwards slightly at the feeling of L.Joe's lips softly touching her cheek. Her hand reached for his and closed around it, holding it so tightly as if she were so afraid that he would suddenly disappear into thin air. She nodded quietly and added a meek "me too" at the end. Was the Capitol bored with the two of them already? What would become of them? Would they be sent back to their individual districts? She definitely didn't want that; Districs 4 and 7 are too far apart.
"Maybe... we should go somewhere else. We can't talk here," she heard him say as she snapped out of her drifting thoughts. He had a point, she thought. Who knows how many cameras and spy equipments are installed around here? She quickly nodded again and looked around for possible eavesdroppers. "Where should we go then?" she asked, knowing very well that there was no such thing as privacy here.

@D04♙Bom Park♡ L.Joe raised his eyebrow. He could tell that Bom was hiding something, or at least avoiding. She was after all, gone for almost 2 months. He sighed, deciding not to pursue the matter. He too, had his own share of secrets anyway. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize," he told her, softly pecking her cheek, relieved to find her unharmed. "I'm fine too," he assured. "I've been.. relatively inactive in the Hunger Games." /And surprisingly unharmed or not hunted down by anyone/ he thought, shifting his gaze to check if anyone was lurking around the corner. He didn't know if it was a good or bad thing that the Capitol wasn't breathing down his neck and controlling him with a ball and chain like last time. He only knew he wasn't safe, it was only a matter of time before he was exposed. Should he tell her what he's been up to? There were probably cameras everywhere. "Maybe... we should go somewhere else. We can't talk here."

@D07♙L.Joe♥ ♡ [H] (lmao we at commitments)
"I'm sorry," Bom breathed out, though she avoided his question. She /was/ sorry, as she knew that she had probably worried the living hell out of him by not appearing for at least a couple of weeks (and maybe even a month or two). She wasn't sure where she was, to be honest; it seemed like forever since she was last conscious. If she told L.Joe that she was hardly aware of what month it was, he would have probably freaked out over that as well.
"I'm fine," she insisted, turning her head to both sides to show him that she was completely free of scars. "I just came from the Healing Center. I feel fine, Byunghun-ah. Don't worry too much." She paused for a moment before speaking again. "What about you? Are you okay?" Bom asked as she thought of the possibilities of him being hurt. It was the Hunger Games after all, and she had as much reason to worry about him as he did her.

@D04♙Bom Park♡ [God this is 6 months overdue I am so sorry]

"Where were you?" he asked gently again, curling a lock of her red hair behind her ear. He didn't want to sound accusing, but there was still a twinge of pain of being left alone, at the thought of not seeing her for such a long period of time, beating himself up with worry over the fact that she might be out there risking her life in the Games. How ironic, since he was the one putting his own life on the line in the very heart of Panem. He held her out at shoulder length, checking to see if there were any injuries. "Did anybody hurt you?"

Jooyeon scans the place as she struts inside, hoping to see some familiar face from her district. She walks around the stations, stopping at one with virtual trees and a whole rack of axes. She takes a deep breath and lets her lengthy fingers glide across the blades if this certain axe - the one that stands out the most with it's curved blade and intricate carvings. Jooyeon smirks to herself before hurdling the axe with one hand, successfully removing it from the rack.

"You can totally do this, Juyeonnie~"


Jooyeon walks to the station and takes another steady breath, narrowing her eyes at the position of the trees before going for a run, avoiding every tree on her way and chopping them down with every graceful twist and turn. She chops one last tree ahead before doing a flip with her axe and planting it down the solod ground. She gets up and wipes he trail of sweat on her forehead before picking up the axe and walking back to the starting point, ready to go for the harder level.

@D03♟Yonghwa♥♡ Yixing moved about silently, wincing whenever his boots squeaked perhaps a little too loudly against the polished flooring. Being quiet and moving within the shadows of other was in his nature and he wasn't yet ready to try and stand on his own.

Listening closely for any sounds other than the rhythmic slap of rubber soles against marble, Yixing made a beeline for the wind rattling the open door: preferring to bypass the dreaded Weapons Room completely in favour for the wide, much more freeing outdoors. He welcomed the push and pull of the wind with open arms, stretching them out wide either side of him as he stood still, save for the slight swaying he did in the breeze. His eyes closed, lashes fanned out against pale cheeks and let what little warmth there was from the sun caress his skin.

The freeness of the open space overwhelmed him, enveloped him: covering his being in a large bought of emotion. Yixing's arms slowly dropped to his sides and his eyes opened. No matter how much he longed for freedom he knew that once chosen to fight in the games he never would be free again. As though it was just beyond his reach or slipping through the minute gaps between his fingers and he would be required to fight and bruise and heal and fight and bruise and heal in a vicious, endless cycle as game after game reared it's ugly head.

There wasn't an end in sight.

With a deep, deflated sigh, Yixing turned around and reluctantly entered the Weapons Room.

@D11♙Lay♥ [SH] On the top of the steps, Yonghwa began to realize that something was missing: fighting. There were not a peep coming out of any of the rooms- he couldn't hear anything at all. Only the loud pumping of his heart, the twitching of his arm that had been injured multiple times from past Games, and the light, mere breeze that barely blew from the balcony on his left.

'There's nothing left for me here,' Yonghwa thought to himself.

He began to down the hall to his right, and peered his head into the mini cafeteria- the main one downstairs- and found nothing but a few Capitol people who sat in the back; their heads dangling and their drunk laughing echoed through the cafeteria.
Yonghwa moved on.
The Weapons Room was next. It was a meters down the door of the cafeteria, but was empty. The door that lead outside to acres of lush grass was wide open, and creaked in control of the wind. (lol that made no sense. laughs @ my attempt to be sophisticated). Yonghwa stepped in. The surrounding of i'm-gonna-kill-you and you're-going-down imaginarily swirled around him and took hold of his body. He was completely changed to his typical "fighting mode". Little did he remember, his vague memories of his eyes changing resurfaced at the reminiscence of fighting for his life- literally.

@D03♟Yonghwa♥♡ Yixing had had to stop several times before he could even bring himself to pass through the threshold: the nerves were running rampant and his fingers were twitching anxiously by his sides. He swallowed thickly and took a deep breath before taking the ever-important step into the building. He'd never stepped foot inside of the Training Center before, the sole reason being that if he did he would sooner or later have to enter the games. He was lucky enough to be able to sit out of the current games but the next time they came about... Yixing knew he wouldn't have a choice.

Glancing about repeatedly he checked and double checked his surroundings, taking in every detail, every alcove, cleft and indentation of the walls for future reference before taking the dreaded route up the stairs to his fate. If he was ever going to learn how to use a crossbow or knives, let alone how to hold and throw them, then he needed to start now. Yixing wanted to get all the help he could and at least learn to master and control his nerves. They'd only be a hindrance in the games anyway.

Yonghwa stood at the beginning of the brick that lead to the entrance of the Training Center. It ached to think about what people would think about him. Nobody had seen him in forever. But it wasn't like he could help it; he had his issues. Nonetheless, he began down the trail confidently. Confidence wasn't his best trait, but he did his best to not make it obvious. Just a few feet in front of the automatic glass doors, Yonghwa gazed around the area; just simply taking everything in. He didn't know what to think of everything now. He had a whole new perspective now. He even felt different.
Just one large step forward, the automatic sensor sensed movement, and slid the glass doors open. The same smell of perspiration and anger hit him first, followed by everything else that was left over from the arenas that just lingered in the halls of both the Training Center and Healing Center- like ghosts.
The map of the Training Center was still clear in his mind; a hall to his left, along with the receptionist desk, the elevator in front of him, and a staircase to his right. He always took the staircase, and for old time's sake, he took the stairs that lead into the training areas.

@D07♙L.Joe♥ ♡ [H] Bom remembered his familiar touches that both soothed and excited her slightly. The kisses, the hair-playing, even the way he hugs her were perfect, and for a brief moment she wished that she could have just died right in his arms. She felt his lips go against hers as well and herself being pulled closer to him and smiled. His strong yet protective character also showed through his signs of affection.
"I missed you too," she said again, panting softly from the intense kiss just seconds ago. "I missed you so much. Too much."

@D04♙Bom Park♡ The moment she makes contact with his body, the gaping hole in his heart filled up almost instantly. He is complete again. His hands wrap themselves around her smaller body and pulled her tightly against him, almost afraid to let go. "Bom... Oh god Bommie," he sighs, resting his chin on her shoulder, running his fingertips through the ends of her hair. He tilts his head and presses his lips firmly against hers, slowly losing his self control. How he missed the feeling of her soft, pink lips against his own. His left hand gently cups the back of her neck while the other one against the small of her back, kissing her deeper, enclosing his lips around her lower lip. Finally he pulls away to breathe, trailing his lips across her jaws lovingly. "Where have you been," he whispers into her ear. "I missed you so damn much, you know?"

@D07♙L.Joe♥ ♡ [H] "Hey," she replied in a whisper so soft that probably only L.Joe could hear it. Her arms wrapped around him instinctively, as if she were afraid that some supernatural force would be pulling the two away from each other. "I missed you, Byunghun-ah."
She pulled away just a little bit so that she could lean forward again and press her lips against his. She really did miss him. Him and his loving hugs and his protective nature and his soft lips and everything else she could think about. For now, everything was perfect, despite the fact that they were in the Capitol and they could very soon be thrown into the next arena to fight to the death.

@D04♙Bom Park♡ L.Joe immerses himself in the rhythmic beats and slow melody, but he turns around once he sees a figure from the corner of his eye. Slowing down his movements, he fixes his gaze upon the person he yearns to see the most, his one and only soulmate. He reaches up and removes his headphones, no longer paying attention to the music. Oh god, it's been so long... Too long. Yet his heart still accelerates at the speed of light at the mere look of her. He yearns for her touch, her love, and barely retrains himself from engulfing her in a tight hug and pouring out his longing affections towards her. He calms down in deep breaths, his gaze never leaving hers. Finally, the tips of his lips curves upwards in a smile. "Hey Bommie," he eeks out between soft pants.

@D07♙L.Joe♥ ♡ [H] As the sound approached, Bom made sure to be more careful with the sound her shoes were making. From the corner in which the wall changed directions, she poked her head out just enough for her to be able to see the other side. She was looking at someone's backside. Not just someone, though. It was a person she more than just recognized, moving to some beat she didn't know. He had his headphones on, she noticed. She never knew that he liked to dance, though.
After a while, she stepped out from behind the wall, leaning against it comfortably and waiting for him to turn around, to notice her presence, to remember her and possibly love her and cuddle her and everything she yearned for ever since she regained her conscience.

@D04♙Bom Park♡ L.Joe plucks out the blade of the axe cleanly out of the dummy's abdomen. That's enough training for today, he thinks. He has been preoccupying himself with training and sweating himself out too much nowadays. He needed a distraction from a gaping hole in his heart, a numb, gnawing sensation that seems to grow stronger each time he takes a look at the deserted surrounding. Loneliness. He was used to solitude back in his district but loneliness was another different thing. He walks to the weapons area and deposites his axe there, deciding to head out of the centre to clear his mind with some fresh air. The musty, sweaty odour is giving him headaches. He walks out of the centre and down a hallway. He doesn't know if it was because of the choking silence around him, but he places a pair of headphones - a luxury item he was finally able to afford from the money earned from the Games - and starts to play a soft hip hop song from an old music player, fingers tapping in a slow rhythm against the cement walls as they brush past. Before he knows it he was dancing, his arms and legs moving in tune and smooth coordination. It was a newfound hobby he never knew he had a passion for. He dances his troubles away, completely unaware if he has an audience.

It seemed like forever since she stepped into this place. It probably had been forever, too. Bom looked around cautiously and took note of the near empty hallway. Perhaps the next game had already started. "Which game is it anyways?" she whispered to herself. Hell, she didn't even know how old she was now. It felt like she had passed out unceremoniously and woke up half a century later. She walked down a random hallway, staying so quiet that the only sounds were from her shoes tapping against the floor.
Bom was wondering if anyone was still alive when she heard another sound. It wasn't loud, but she could hear it. Good, since she was starting to believe that everyone died in a zombie apocalypse or something. Curious, the tribute started to follow the sound, wondering who it could be.

@D10♙Kevin♥ Today was another long day of training for Taeyeon. The 8th Hunger Games was going to start soon and she really didnt know if she wanted to join this one. The drive in her was still there, but subdued greatly. Walking into the Training Center, a wave of nostalgia hit her. Both good and bad memories happened here. Not to mention, she was done with life already, but had to keep going becuase she was officially stuck in this hellhole. Grabbing a nearby sword, she twirled it with her wrist and tested its weight. For the past 3 games, the sword has always been her choice of weapon. It delievered sharp fatal wounds with a lot of blood as possible. something that is needed. Going to one of the advanced dummies, she dropped down and spun on her heel, sliding to the back of the dummy and delivering a fatal slash diagionally on the back, revealing the fake blood used. Checking the wound, she was dissatisfied at the force. It was just not deep enough. Narrowing her eyes, she went back attacking the dummy, using different techniques, not knowing that someone was watching her.

@D05♙Gikwang She felt quite comfortable around him already, probably because he was the first to not really- have high expectations of her, or push her to her limits. Not a trainer- not abusive figure, but he seemed someone rather nice, and good to be with ? There was no definite thought's on him, but her current ones were positive- so far. Thinking back to her observations, she remembered him throwing punches at the punching bag, cracking her fingers behind her back, she decided. "I like the idea of sparring." She smiled once more, the awkward in the atmosphere going down. Hand to hand combat, was something she was more familiar with. Rather than having a bow and arrow, in her arms she preferred a Wushu stick. Instead of a long sword, she would have a bare hand, and instead of a dagger, she would want a set of throwing needles. It wasn't like most of the other tributes- but she liked it that way.

@D01♙Hyorin♥♡❦ His hand reached out to shake hers. "Nice to meet you, Hyorin." he said with a faint smile creeping across his lips. The newcomer seemed to be rather friendly, hopefully he could make an ally out of her before the Games began. He took a seat on a nearby bench, grabbing his water and gulping it down while Hyorin stretched. He'd already exercised a good amount beforehand, so his muscles didn't require any stretching. Silence hung in the air before Hyorin began to speak, "Is there anything- specific, you would want to work on? - Or." The male tribute smiled slightly to relieve the awkwardness, he was sure both of them could sense it. "Mmm," he paused, debating his options. Gikwang wasn't particularity inclined to work on anything specific. A balance of all training arenas was more effective in his opinion. "I don't really have a preference. The obstacle grounds, the track, anything works for me. We could spar, if you want." Hand-to-hand combat wasn't his strong suit, but practice could prove useful. He was also slightly curious at how Hyorin would spar, but in the end he left it to, "You can choose."

@D11♟Yongguk♥ [H] BoA didn't miss the brief smile the other gave, but to avoid testing her limits she didn't comment. After doing the move she waited for him to reply, smiling when he confirmed she had done it correctly. Straightening herself she brought her arms behind her to stretch, waiting for his next instructions before nodding once they were given. She trailed behind him as he headed to the pile of weapons that lay in the corner. The male had stopped halfway but BoA continued to walk, tossing the tonfas at the pile and thinking nothing of it until she heard the other speak. Stopping, BoA her heals to face the other; head tilted and eyebrow raised.

The question caught her off guard. She hadn't been expecting him to ever ask that question, she never expected anyone to because people usely just justify it as her being a and having no other joy in life other then bothering other people. In all honesty that was the answer she herself had came to terms with, because not even she could find a real reason to justify her choice in people she liked to torment. Sure she could have come up with a dozen half-assed reasons, all of which she knew YongGuk would not except. But, despite how she usually acts, she did respect YongGuk enough not to say them. Her head dropped slightly, gaze fallowing to look at the floor, mind reeling to find an answer to the question.

It took her a few minutes before she looked up, teeth worrying at her bottom lip for a mere moment before she gave a sigh and spoke. "You wan't the truth?" She said, brow raising again. "I don't really know. I don't know why I pick the people I pick and I don't know why I constantly go back to you." She paused, searching his face for any emotion. "Maybe it's because no matter how many times I come back you pay attention to me, even if its in hatred. Most people would just begin to ignore me and take it, you don't though. It's a pathetic excuse I know, but in some way's it makes me feel something, makes me feel even the slightest bit wanted even though I know I'm not." BoA stopped again, giving another sigh. Her chest felt tight and the twisting in her stomach she had felt way back when had decided to come back now. Admitting such things was weird for her, considering she never stopped to ever think about it before. Giving a small huff she gave a shrug and turned back on her heals to face the pile of weapons again. "I know its a stupid answer, but that's the only one I have." She called behind her shoulder before walking to the pile and absently began to pick at it.

@D08♟BoA [H] Yongguk straightened back up when finished demonstrating and looking to BoA for some sort of a response. She nodded and processed to change positions with him. He followed suit in silence until she decided to reply. 'Yeah yeah I know, I'll refrain myself from that wonderful pleasure just this once. Just for you.' Such words were able to coax a sly grin from the male, a rare reaction indeed, but since the two had remained so formal for this long of a time, as soon as BoA acted like her usual self, Yongguk too, loosened up a bit. This was only for a second, before he became himself again; cold fronted and easily irritated. The two went to their previous stances and BoA began preforming the counter attack he had explained. He would never in his life admit it, but she was actually moving quite fluently. Standing still as he did, Yongguk refrained from moving in response to her actions, though he surprisingly found it progressively harder and harder. After fighting against everyone in his life, not doing anything to defend himself now was such an odd feeling that he sighed in relief when the other had finished. "Yeah, like that.." Yongguk stepped out of the attack and scratched at his scalp. His sudden stiffness came off more obvious then he'd hoped, so to avoid being noticed, the male glanced at the pile of weapons he had gathered and gestured towards them. "Um, lets try another weapon now," said Yongguk as he started walking in the direction of the pile. He stopped midway and for a reason he could not figure out, Yongguk asked a question that had probably been on his mind ever since the have met.
"Why me? I mean what's your infatuation with me, I'm not special? No matter how many time I hurt you, you still come back? And don't even give me the pathetic excuse that I'm entertaining, because there are plenty other tributes out there that you could muse to your fancy, yet you still come to me? I just...I just don't get it." Yongguk's tone seemed to deepen with the seriousness that he displayed. He wasn't quite sure the type of answer he wanted to hear, he just wanted to know before they continued for the sake of his sanity.

@D05♙Gikwang "Hyorin." She whispered, a soft smile on her face. It was good probably the first time, she was actually- friendly. Or tried to anyway's. Compared to her usual self- she was pretty nice, at the moment. Her arm extended- leaning out to shake hand's with the boy, with the eyesmile. She was usually rude, short- tempered, and blunt, but she did need an ally. So maybe, this was a good place to start. Putting her water down, near his, she started to stretch, thinking of what she could say to him next. It took a minute or so- before smiling at him again, not wanting him to feel awkward. Pulling sown her arm's, she turned to him once more. "Is there anything- specific, you would want to work on? - Or." Laughing almost inaudibly, noticing the sense of awkwardness she wanted to ignore, being brought up.

@D11♟Yongguk♥ [H] BoA had never been a serious person. She never liked to remain stoic and in the heavy air of drama all the time because it was suffocating to her, but now was a different story. Even if she had been teasing at the start she forced herself to bite her tongue, refrain from making any comment about is scrunched features when she stopped, only to smooth out when she spoke. With a small nod she moved to where YongGuk had been standing, changing her grip on the tonfa so her stance was more like what his had been. She watched as he preformed the move she had previously done, glancing down to watch his foot work for a moment before giving another nod. He preformed the next counter and BoA nodded once again, giving a small huff of air when he threatened her if she were to actually hit him.

BoA switched positions again, going back to where she first started out before giving him a small wave of her hand. "Yeah yeah I know, I'll refrain myself from that wonderful pleasure just this once." She paused for a moment, debating whether she should say the last part or not, after all she was actually trying to be serious. But she couldn't help herself smiling before letting out a "Just for you" and then bending her knees slightly so she was in stance. A moment later she did the move again turning and throwing out her arm, not forgetting to shift her left leg in like YongGuk had said, the swipe being a bit more forceful then her first attempt. She then did the second part, mimicking what the other had done. She the balls of her feet, ducked down, grip of the tonfa changing so the longer end sung out as she then jabbed out (making sure she didn't jab out enough to actually hit him, just like promised) Pausing for a moment she looked up at YongGuk, staying in her stance, "like that?"

@D01♙Hyorin♥♡❦ Muscles aching, sweat dripping, Gikwang steadily swung his fists at the punching bag. Each swing calculated with precision, he could feel the strain on his upper arm muscles. Lately, the District 5 tribute had been training more than often. Although the thought of fighting against other tributes wasn't ideal, being strong enough to maintain himself surely wasn't a bad thing. He gave the punching bag a couple more strikes from each side and lowered his fists. Although the white bandages offered protection over his knuckles, he could still feel a bit of the burn. Wiping sweat away from his eyes, he reached for his water. He didn't have time to drink much as a female tribute approached him. To his surprise, she asked if he wished to train with her. Immediately, a smile spread across his face. Not many tributes were friendly or open to allies and Gikwang could certainly use as many allies as possible. Lately he'd been feeling a pang of loneliness. Friendly and naive, he'd made many acquaintances back in District 5, but the atmosphere wasn't quite the same amongst the tributes. "Sure," he replied, setting his water down. "I'm Gikwang."

@D08♟BoA [H] Yongguk returned to his original position as BoA did and anticipated the movement he'd just told her to do. She started out with the back attack just like he had instructed and just when he went to respond, BoA stopped. The male's brows knit in the center of his forehead, but evened out as BoA asked for a demonstration. "Oh," Yongguk nodded and stepped out of the attack to move into BoA's position. "Here, stand like I was before," said the male while motioning toward where he was standing. "Now, see how I'm standing? You where doing it fine until you stopped, you just had to move you left leg in more for extra force." He moved as he explained what he was doing, though his tone lacked enthusiasm, as always. "If they have the two weapons like I said before, then do this." Turning fast on the balls of his feet, Yongguk ducked slightly so he was in more of a bent position. Then he brought his arm, the one that would have the more sharper and longer end out, around himself as if hitting someone in the mid section. "Like that, but with the tonfa facing back in of course. Any questions? No? Good. Now you try, just don't actually hit me or you'll pay, got it?" Yongguk phrased his last words in a sarcastic manner, then raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips slightly as if to insist what he was saying was true and that he would not hesitate to murder her if she dared to actually hit him.

There was a pungent odor in the room, causing Hyorin's nose to wrinkle, and cringe. It smelled of sweat. Rather- reeked of it, the smell hurting her eye's. Though she needed to train- it was required to win the game, in her eyes. No practice, meaning things would be forgotten. In her mind the ones that were more important- various kicks, and punches. She was fine with losing some of her memory, for the Wushu stick,a low possibility of it being in the actual games. Shaking her head, she continued on, meeting her District one, mentor for more training. After a few hour's of training, she sat in the corner, cold water refreshing her parched throat. She examined the room, intimated slightly by some, but some not so much. She looked around as well, for a potential ally in the games, only one striking out in her eyes. Tying her hair up in a messy bun, she pushed the water away, and went up to him, asking if he wanted to train, with her.

@D10♙Chris Kain Do Of course, she had expected such question by now, afterall, who talks to a stranger unexpectedly. But before his question was his answer to his suggestion, so much for caring, she snorted. "You do know that pushing yourself before the game is not the ideal situation right?" She pointed out, of course it isn't, what if he strains some muscles along the way, no one will help him and he would just look like a prey for the thirsty gamemakers and other tributes. "At least rest for a while." Chins up and observing another dagger again, this one shaped slightly differently and the next victim of her test was the table, it didn't went in deep, but the mark on the table was distinct. "Park Narae. District 5."

@D05♙Narae Suddenly looking up, Chris' eyes slightly widened at the sudden figure that was walking inside of the training room. "If I want to prepare myself for what's to come, I have to. Besides, it's going to be much worse in the games." Straightening himself up completely, he slightly stretched his body to let a few bones crack, a soft groan following. "And who are you anyways?" Chris asked as he walked up to her while spinning the sword in his hands.

@D10♙Chris Kain Do : Narae entered the training centre while casually wiping whatever non existance dust off her shirt, she had no aim whatsoever for coming today, she just needed to somehow train herself so she becomes better, or at least felt so for herself. In the room, another figure stood out and he was obviously pushing himself pass his breaking point, such determination. Eyes moving from the crown of his head to the bottom of his feet while biting his finger, she smirked as her brain started to formed unsaid mockeries of the other. "Pushing yourself so hard won't help." She started to point out while picking up and analyzing the daggers, fingers running throughout the blade to have a short test of quality, "you wouldn't want yourself injured before the games, would you?" A quick turn and stab! The previously analyzed dagger was dug deep inside the unlucky mannequin that was conveniently located next to her.

@D11♟Yongguk♥ [H] BoA listened to they clang of weapons as YongGuk blocked her attack like he had said he would. She paused when she was done, arms falling to her sides as he began to explain how to counter him. She listened intently, trying her best to understand what he was saying. She pictured the attack in her head, hands twisting the tonfa's grip slightly as she did. "I think I get it," she stated when he finished. Any hint of her childishness disappeared for a moment as she got back in the stance she had just previously ended in, fully intent on actually understanding the move. Twisting her body slightly her arm swung out and around, tonfa turning so the long end would be aimed towards he opponents back. She stopped again and straighned herself, staring where her tonfa had just been before looking back up at YongGuk, "maybe you should demonstrate it. Just to make sure I'm doing it right."