Clash of Sword and Chain (Private: Sparring Session: Maximilion & Maeva)

Maeva was roaming around the school today, taking her sweet time to explore the building she unfortunately already knew by heart as she had nothing better to do. Spending nearly a year in a school without taking any class does give you a lot of time to have a look around but even the largest buildings have their end to the new things they can share. "Maybe one day I could find a secret door or something, that would be neat." did the girl thought to herself as she reached the Training Ground.

There, Maeva saw a man, looking rather old by the color of his hair, that was training against the poor little dummies the school had to offer. Obviously the academy was in the need of an important update for their combat simulation, but maybe for some those wooden punching bags were doing nicely. The girl stood there watching the man for several minutes before feeling the need to interrupt him. "Excuse me Sir, but you will get nowhere by fighting something that can't even return your blows." did she say in a calm and respectful manner. She wasn't going to be told "Kids these days don't respect their elders!" or something alike by being rude to someone she saw for the first time.

She stood there with her arms crossed in front of her for a couple of second before walking towards a dummy and swinging her right arm in its direction. Her chainwhip was sent flying at the target by the mere swing she gave and the tip of the weapon that had a small blade stuck in it. Maeva then pulled her arm to retrieve her weapon that concealed itself back inside her sleeve. "That is literally all I can really do with those and even if a sword is more practical, you will get no real experience and won't better yourself properly." The girl the turned herself to face the man in silence to see what the man would answer to her demonstration.

Maeva was surprised as she saw that the man was actually taking her advises into account and not just shutting them down for coming from a younger fighter who might logically have less experience. Although her surprise about his reaction was nothing compared to what would follow as the crimson clad man who introduced himself as Maximillion called her "madame", something she was never called before and although she does dislikes nicknames given to her, this one quite rubbed the good way, making the girl blush slightly to the sound of the word. "M-m-madame?!? N-no please, call me Maeva. It'll be less... embarra-" She couldn't finish her sentence that Maximillion bowed and took her hand before giving a light kiss on her knuckles, turning the slight red hue of her face to a full blown scarlet one as she was feeling the most embarrassing moment she could recall right now. She didn't stopped him though and simply looked away completely flustered and brought both her hands to her back when he stood up.

As the older man inquired about if she had any suggestion on how to better his training session, Maeva tried to offer a friendly spar as not just would both of them be able to train, it would offer to both the chance to practice something alike a real battle scenario. Though, her current flustered state made things difficult to share her idea. "W-well... we could train t-together... I mean!.. you know like... train by, fighting each other... not for real but like... you know... to practice and such. I-I believe it'll be more... e-efficient fighting something... or rather someone that moves..." As she tried to explain, the girl was obviously avoiding any eye contact and continuously shifted her stance awkwardly. Meeting a real gentleman for the first time seemed to really embarrassed her. Hopefully it wouldn't impact her fighting if Maximillion accepted the spar.

Maeva's embarrassment quickly faded when Maximillion seemed to refuse her offer for a nice little training spar for the sake of risking to harm her. Alright, he is a gentleman and this is an attitude that would be totally normal, but nowadays even the most gentleman of gents has to know by now that every single women can handle herself if she has the will to without having a knight coming to save her from all and any harm. Sure if her life was in immediate danger and that she couldn't deal with in the most brief delays she'd be glad to have someone help, but refusing to spar in a secured and control environment? "Wait, is he really refusing because I'm girl? or is it..." did she thought to herself before the red hue resurfaced her skin as her thoughts went with another theory. "...it's not because he thinks that... I'm cute... right? No it can't be that, he's just a plain... and nice... gentleman, yes he;s just being nice, but way too nice..."

After a short moment, too short to give Maeva the time to reply her frustration to the idea of being refused a spar, Maximillion took back his words and apologized for his rudeness. the girl took a deep breath to be sure that she was completely calmed down before speaking. She wouldn't want to appear mad right after he agreed on the spar. She had a theory as to why he acted this way though, probably by habit as he was just revealing that he was in the military and that by his armor it was a more old school unit or battalion with probably more knightly way of thinking,. "It's alright, it must be hard to go out of your way. I can imagine if you lived following chivalry and the likes, allowing a woman to fight, not because she's weaker, but just as a general protector... But I assure you, I am at this academy for a reason and if I wasn't able to hold myself in a fight, the school would probably have refused me by now." Maeva gave the man a smile full of conviction, showing that no mere Grimm would be taking her down and that no challenge was too tough, even if it was a Lieutenant that was standing before her.

Maximillion talked briefly about his arsenal. It was pretty simple, but it's the most reliable you can have really. A good sword, a sturdy shield and a strong armor. The only downside would be the weight of all this but with a good physical training it wouldn't be a problem for most people. Also, no need to reload anything or fear that parts get jammed, unless the plates of the armor are bent in some way. Knights really knew what they were doing by the past. Maeva's equipment was far more exotic in comparison, if not unique. Alright, a chainwhip can be seen elsewhere, but her masks, surely they didn't exist anything similar to those. The girl swung her arm to the side, extending the chain to roughly a meter before holding it and stopping the weapon to return in its concealed case. "This is my weapon, a simple chainwhip with a small blade at its tip. With a good swing though, it can cut on pretty much all its length or be used to grab things. As for my armor, because yes I have one, although less impressive than yours..." She turned slightly in order to whisper to herself. "...in this form at least..." She then faced once more the man before finishing her sentence. "...but i can say that it concern those mask that are strapped to my left sleeve. That's all you are getting from me for now." Maeva gave him a little smirk before she returned her weapon to its hidden case under her right sleeve. She then looked at the man's eyes before asking him a question. "So, anything else you want to know before we start? Oh but don't ask about my Semblance, it would ruin the surprise if I told you, and that'd be no fun." She giggled slightly before awaiting Maximillion's response.

As Maximillion explained to her that it wasn't because she was a girl that he judged her at first but because she instead didn't looked like a fighter, this thought somewhat made Maeva more angry than the previous one. Although this inside rage didn't last long as the man clad in red immediately apologized again for his judgment. The girl took a more straight posture before taking a proper bow towards the knight as an apology as she too misjudged him and his entire order. "I didn't want to be rude to you or your regiment Sir, neither did I want to insinuate that no woman could be part of it. She sounds like an impressive woman." She raised herself back up afterward, ending her apology and her questions for now. She didn't want to inquire on Maximillion's concussion as she felt it was probably a more personal thing that the man wouldn't be willing to share, or maybe the opposite and be an event he would feel had no real importance for her to know.

As the Lieutenant was ready to spar and invited her to join the open area, Maeva smiled before giving a small curtsy followed by her walking toward the fighting zone. He curtsy though lacked the deserved elegance it should normally have as the girl wasn't wearing any skirt or dress to match the action, but she didn't mind and she thought that neither would it to Maximillion.

Maeva took place on the opposite side of the area, facing directly the armor-clad soldier. The girl felt rather small in comparison, standing there with nothing imposing, but that was her strength, surprising her foes. As she noticed that she was offered the first strike, she opted for some baiting strikes, so she walked slowly toward the man and as she reached the three meters mark she she started to swing her chainwhip with three successive downward diagonal swings. She didn't mind if her attacks would be blocked or not, she wanted him to close the gap. She stood ready for a evasive maneuver though if things didn't go according to plan.

(OCC: Are we fighting using stats or not? If yes, please use the "spoiler" for damage information~)

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