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Sarah Connor ([info]know_your_exits) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2010-07-17 23:16:00
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Who: Sarah and OPEN
When: Afternoon
Where: Training room
What: Preparation, maybe teaching
Rating/Warnings: None likely, probably language at most
Status: Incomplete

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This was a little new to Sarah, now. It was a long while since she had taught anyone before. Granted, the only person she ever really taught was her son. And with good reason.. concerning what John would have to do and what the world would be like a year from now where she came from. It was so damn close now. She had heard how many seal were needed to break and how many were already broken. The Apocalypse was nigh. She could feel it. It was sort of similar to the future she had dreamed of, had been told about by others from the future, knowing that it will happen even though she had done everything she could to prevent it, feeling that time getting shorter and shorter. But she hoped this time will be different. She hoped, prayed, that there would be a slim chance that not all the seals would break and they could avoid the world ending. That it was true what that message she had given her son, to give Kyle, to give back to her: There is no fate but what we make. It was a shorter version of the actual message, but the point was still there.

Right now she was standing in the training room, placing a few weapons of choice on the small table beside her. There were three combat knifes, real. There were also two rubber knives for extra people, plus for starting with since it was better than going for the metal in the first time. But soon enough. She was currently pondering over how to go about this first one. Proper handling and holding of the knife in combat, to be sure. Then maybe edged fighting. It also occurred to her that an important thing to learn would be disarming tactics, such as what to do when one is bare handed and being attacked by a blade wielding attacker.. how to disarm them and take them down, that was definitely an important thing to know as well. She was here and ready to teach anyone who would want to know, much like the few others who had stepped up to offer optional classes in their areas of skill. She was planning on learning from them. Hopefully with all of them working together, giving aid and knowledge to any who were interested, it would perhaps increase the chances of survival. And if there was one thing that Sarah Connor believed in, it was valuing human life, life was a precious gift.



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