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Mathias had sent off a text to his girlfriend Coraline to let her know he was going to be home on the late side tonight. He had to put in some serious time at the Y to bone up on his skills, his last couple fights hadn't really gone the way he had wanted them to go. After that though, he had to go do some patrolling. It was his on-week, so that meant he needed to gather double the energy if he was going to take the next week off. With that in mind, he went into the locker room and got into his gear. Heading onto the floor, he decided he'd hit the bags first before seeing if he could find someone to spar with.

He focused on his punches for now, firing swift jabs at the heavy bag, feeling the weight of his strikes against the canvas. He was going for raw power and form, not really worrying about speed right then. He wanted to get his punches up being able to take down the physically weaker senshi in one strike. He needed the advantage of a quick take down against their magic.

His usual tactics weren't working as well as he'd hoped. Schorl had been right. He was taking too many risks going for the ground game. He pounded away at the bag, venting his frustration on the sand-filled canvas. He was so sick of losing to the white moon.

He needed some wins - and bad.

If looks could kill, the glare that Mathias gave Piper would have resulted in a mile wide crater. He knew he was hitting the bag too hard for proper form, that was the point. He wasn't showing off - he was venting his rage and frustration out on something that wasn't going to bleed.

But screw it - new target now. He'd seen this guy around the Y enough to know he was a complete a** pain and he felt like dishing up some good justice.

"Get in the ring assclown, let's see if you spar better than you insult." Mathias said, his tone crisp and curt.

"I assume we're going bare knuckle? Or did you want to go get some pads on?" It was a legitimate question. Though Mathias was hoping the other man would say bare knuckle - he wanted to teach this little shithead a lesson and blow off some more steam.

Two birds, one stone.

Mathias laughed, hopping into the ring after the other male and cracking his knuckles before stretching out himself. "Oh please, I'm too expensive a date for you, besides you aren't my type, son, wrong equipment. You lack two things that would get my attention and you have one thing that I have no interest in."

If Mathias were any straighter, you'd be able to use his sexual orientation as a perfect level. But that wasn't the important thing right now.

"Now we gonna fight or do you want to dance around a bit more?" Mathias said before rising up and slipping into a ready stance.

"Ladies first."

Mathias didn't watch the younger mans' fists, but instead watched his feet, taking note of his footwork as he came at him. His own arms came together and he held them in front of his torso, feeling a few of the jabs hit square against his forearms and one or two side off to the side. The kid had power - he had to give him that.

But power didn't mean anything if you didn't have the mind to use it.

Dancing back a few steps, he did his best to look like he was on the defensive. Bobbing and weaving away from the hits before waiting for an opening. All his dancing around was to get a feel for the boys footwork - but to also position himself the way he wanted.

After the fourth jab at his stomach, Mathias retaliated - not with a punch, but with a hard and fast snap kick aimed right at Layne's side.

Oh, so he wanted to grapple then? Mathias wasn't too keen on letting him keep a hold of his leg, but screw it, he'd been in worse situations and come out on top. Grinning back at the other man.

Both arms came up to lock around the one pressing into his chest, then he started to lean forwards, putting all of his weight onto the toe of his free leg, then started to shift that weight onto Layne as he felt himself start to topple forward.

If Layne let go of his leg, he'd be in a good position to pin the other man to the mat and attempt to grapple and give him a few good shots to the face. If he didn't...

Well he'd just have to make sure that Layne didn't get him on his back in a leg-bar, because that would seriously suck.

This wasn't good. Instead of fighting the against hitting the ground, Mathias instead started to punch at his opponent's face. He wasn't about to care if he got caught out at this point, he had to get the guy to let go of his leg and not get him in a leg-bar. As he hit the mat he grunted, then resumed punching at the other male, bringing his other knee up as well to try and keep him from actually pinning him to the ground, on hand punching toward his opponent's face and the other trying to prevent him from getting a solid hold.

Mathias was about to go for another round of punches and kicks but Layne rolled off of him instead and threw up his hand and cried uncle. Not normal procedure in a fight or a spar but it worked all the same. "You're not too bad of a fighter, you just need to shore up your technique is all."

Rolling to his feet, Mathias offered a hand to Layne to help him up. "Let's get you some ice for that lip before it swells." He said with a chuckle.

"Then we can discuss that rematch..."

"And maybe some beers," Mathias added, with a small chuckle. "After getting the s**t knocked outta you, you seem like a pretty decent dude."

And with that, Mathias lead him toward the back where the first aid station was to hook him up with some ice.

The rematch could wait, as could the beer.