Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 10, 2016 17:02:35 GMT
Tag: whatever
THE HELL WE WANT
While people were still recovering from the aftermath of Mount Weather, things at -- what was now called Arkadia -- were progressing. They were working on building a sustainable lifestyle here, using what resources they could. Even supplies from Mount Weather. The first supply run had been difficult, but Bellamy was not going to dwell on that right now. He needed to focus on what the people needed. He had to put his feelings aside for their betterment. And he hoped what he was doing right now, would further equip him to protect his people.
He was going to be training wtih Lincoln, and then, helping train the others -- particularly those on the guard. Hand to hand combat was an extremely important skill. Despite the ceasefire, Bellamy wasn't naive enough to believe that the peace would be lasting. So they had to be able to defend themselves for whatever threat came this way. Today however, it was just going to be private lessons with Lincoln. Bellamy needed to push himself.
He had some background from his training on the Ark and whatever he learned down here, but his strength was with firearms. Unfortunately, that would not always be an option. Taking his shirt off in preparation, he turned when he heard Lincoln enter the area that they had designated as the training arena. "Monin." Welcome. On top of everything else, Bellamy was getting Lincoln and Octavia to teach him Trigedasleng. It would come in handy when communicating with other Grounders that weren't necessarily warriors. And it was always good to sneak in some practice where he could.
He was going to be training wtih Lincoln, and then, helping train the others -- particularly those on the guard. Hand to hand combat was an extremely important skill. Despite the ceasefire, Bellamy wasn't naive enough to believe that the peace would be lasting. So they had to be able to defend themselves for whatever threat came this way. Today however, it was just going to be private lessons with Lincoln. Bellamy needed to push himself.
He had some background from his training on the Ark and whatever he learned down here, but his strength was with firearms. Unfortunately, that would not always be an option. Taking his shirt off in preparation, he turned when he heard Lincoln enter the area that they had designated as the training arena. "Monin." Welcome. On top of everything else, Bellamy was getting Lincoln and Octavia to teach him Trigedasleng. It would come in handy when communicating with other Grounders that weren't necessarily warriors. And it was always good to sneak in some practice where he could.
