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Post by [x] Norway on May 16, 2012 20:27:24 GMT -5
Norway stood in the training room were he had agreed to meet America. Since all the countries were going to participate in a tornament for some strange reason, America and him partnered up as a team and they decided to practice.
Norway didnt object to it, he needed to practice with somethings like fighting and sports, but somethings confused him. First off, he didnt really know what this tornement was going to be about and secondly he didnt know what they were gonna practice. But it didnt matter, he just sat and waited.
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Post by America on May 16, 2012 21:16:34 GMT -5
America grinned when he noticed Norway in the training grounds. Excellent! He had been meaning to get some practice, and perhaps Norway would be the perfect partner. He wouldn't start arguing with him, like England would, and he wouldn't just throw up a white flag and surrender, like Italy would. Besides, America never really got the chance to speak with Norway, so maybe they could even become friends. Goodness knows America loved making new friends.
"Howdy!" he exclaimed, quickly walking up to stand next to the seated country. "Uh...you were waiting for me, right?" At least, that's what he hoped. Or was it some other time? No, it should be today- America was many things, but stupid wasn't one of those. Only slightly slow every so often.
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Post by [x] Norway on May 16, 2012 21:25:41 GMT -5
"No, I was. Dont worry." Norway said standing up and fixing his hat a bit. America seemed to be happy that he was partnered with the Scandinavian which was pretty weird in Norway's eyes. The only people were happy to be partnered with him were Denmark and Prussia...but Norway didnt mind. He was happy that America liked being his partner.
"Well, now. What are we training for exactly? Sports like the olympics or more in combat?" Norway asked America curiously.
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Post by America on May 17, 2012 15:42:14 GMT -5
With a little sigh of relief, America scratched the back of his neck, glancing around the training area. At least he got the right time. Considering he wasn't late/in the wrong place, he supposed this little practice might go a lot better than he expected. And, of course, since he was the hero, he would win. Heroes always won and America was no exception.
"I think it's combative training," he replied, his eyes sparkling for the chance to practice his skills. "Ya know, to keep us fit for when we have to fight the nasty undead and everything." The zombies required different fighting techniques than America was used to, so he needed to tune up on this.
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Post by [x] Norway on May 17, 2012 16:37:48 GMT -5
Norway nodded to the American. He was a little happy that it was training in combat instead of sports. He didnt really have a thing for it unless it was winter sports that either involved snow or ice or even both.
"Well alright. What type of combat would you like to try first?" He asked America. Norway didnt mind what they practiced. He just wanted to train.
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Post by America on May 18, 2012 16:33:26 GMT -5
"Well..." America didn't exactly know. He supposed they should probably consider practicing their skills against zombies, first, since it was the zombies they would be fighting later on in life. But...if they were going to be practicing against other nations, they might should first just test their fighting skills.
Quickly making a decision, America began glancing around the arena for a weapon of some sort. "I think we should first work with our strengths and go from there or something. We can see what we need to work on later, right?" So long as Norway agreed, he would be fine with anything.
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Post by [x] Norway on May 18, 2012 22:48:26 GMT -5
"That's fine with me" Norway said to America. Strengths and weaknesses huh...Norway wondered for a little while. What's was his strength exactly? He thought of past battles and wars and finally settled on defence was is best weakness and affence was something he could use the help with. "I think we should work on yours first. We can wait to practice on mine later."
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Post by America on May 19, 2012 11:58:22 GMT -5
"You sure?" America grinned, not waiting for a reply. "Alright. So, I guess I'm pretty good with guns and everything and I have a lot of strength- not to brag-" but he was bragging and his face was filled with pride, "-so maybe I can practice my aim and...controlling my strength." He wasn't good with swords like most of the older nations were, having grown up in a time were guns were in use. Therefore, he lacked the sufficient skills required to handle weaponry other than guns. Out on the battlefield, he wanted to be prepared for anything and if his gun were to run out of ammo, he would need to know how to fight using swords or axes or whatever he could get his hands on to take the zombies out.
Pointing over to a few wooden training swords he spotted, America said, "I think we should use those. We probably shouldn't start off with real swords. Wouldn't want to hurt you." He gave a smirk to Norway as he walked over to the swords to test how heavy they were and which one would be best suited for him.
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Post by [x] Norway on May 19, 2012 20:07:31 GMT -5
"I can handle on my own thank you very much. Im stronger then I look." Norway said to America after that little remark about him not getting hurt by America's streangth. "And if it counts, I am very good with swords and things like this. I will be able to help you with things like this."
Norway walked to the swords like America did and picked up the good sized wooden sword that he usually used when training. "Now, would you want to start?" He asked with a little bit of arrogance brimming in his voice.
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Post by America on May 19, 2012 20:46:44 GMT -5
Finally picking out one that seemed to weigh just the right amount (not that he knew, swords weren't his thing), America nodded, not quite catching the arrogance in Norway's voice. "Yeah." He took what he thought to be a rather cool sword-fighting stance that he learned from his Hollywood films. Where to attack? And how to attack? Maybe if he just continued basing his movement off of what he learned in those kick-ass movies, the rest would come naturally to him. After all, he wasn't too shabby at hand-to-hand combat, so if he just dodged at the right places and sliced at the right places, he'd be good.
With a deep breath, he shot forward, slashing down with his sword at Norway. He was blindly charging and he knew it, but perhaps this would be a good strategy for him.
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Post by [x] Norway on May 19, 2012 20:52:58 GMT -5
Norway sighed at America's move. He figured that America would blindly have charged from the begining but he was hoping that the American would have at least thought about what he was going to do. Norway quickly side stepped from the charge and aimed to hit America did and he did.
He was used to fighting people bigger then him, Denmark was an example of this. He used to fight the bigger nation all the time and since Denmark was somewhat America's body type this should be easy for him.
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Post by America on May 19, 2012 21:14:22 GMT -5
To his slight surprise, America found himself hit from the side. And it hurt just a tad more than he was expecting. Halting himself and straightening up, America rubbed at the area he was hit. That really wasn't supposed to happen, was it? He was so sure he had done that right! No, you need to think of a strategy. A good one, too. Norway used to be a viking, so he's probably got all these sword moves up his sleeve.
Biting at his lip, America contemplated his next move. He was taller than Norway was, so he could attempt to bring the sword down from above. However, that would leave the rest of his body unprotected and Norway was quick to attack, as seen from this massive fail of a charge. If he could trick Norway somehow, that would be perfect!
America readied his sword and stared at Norway's head as he ran, bringing the sword up halfway, ready to strike at the other's upper body- until, that is, he was in hitting distance. Then he suddenly brought the sword down underneath, swiping at his legs.
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Post by [x] Norway on May 19, 2012 22:14:21 GMT -5
Norway tried jumping over the sword that was brought down over his legs but it didnt work. He just tripped over his legs and fell on his back with a loud thud. That wasnt exactly what he had expected from the American. I guess he was smarter then Norway had originally thought. Well, this was the nation that had suprised the world by winning his revolution...but that didnt really matter now.
Norway jumped up on his feet and jabbed America in his stomac trying to knock the wind out of him. This was an effective move that he would normally use on taller opponents and this sometimes worked but sometimes it didnt.
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Post by America on May 20, 2012 15:47:40 GMT -5
Surprised that his second attempt had worked well enough to actually make Norway fall, America was unprepared for Norway's attack. He stumbled back, a deep gasp of breath leaving his mouth as he struggled to maintain his composure. Norway really did know how to fight. Quickly getting over the pain and lack of breath, America stepped forward, aiming for the shoulder this time. He wasn't sure that a second surprise attack would work all too well- Norway would probably suspect it and would be easily able to block it.
Once he won (because he knew he would win- he was America, after all!), he'd have to ask Norway for a few pointers. In a subtle way, of course. After all, he had an image to keep up and he wouldn't lose his pride for a couple of measly tips.
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Post by [x] Norway on May 20, 2012 16:20:07 GMT -5
Since Norway's plan actually had succeded in making America lose his breath, Norway smiled a bit at this success and didnt see the wooden sword aiming for his shoulder. Right before the sword made contact with his shoulder he saw a small opening on America's arm. It was really small, but if he made contact with the opening, it would mean a win. Norway reached for the opening with the end of his sword,but he was short and America's sword contacted with his upper arm almost entirely missing his shoulder. Norway cringed but worked through the pain and aimed for the weak spot.
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