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 Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 3:36 pm
“So… your idea is that we’ll get more out of it, if we spar in civilian gear? Is that it?” He asked carefully arching an eyebrow. “Or that it’ll make up for the difference in our ah, strengths?” He paused thoughtful. He rubbed the back of his neck considering. He looked at least a little uncomfortable if thoughtful nonetheless.
“You know I’m not…” He started to say and then stopped himself. “I’m pretty s**t at this, you know that right?” He arched his eyebrows and rubbed at the nose that Howlite had so recently damaged. A little selective abuse of energy had helped make sure things had come out all right and quickly as well.
“Not that I’m not trying to get better but, I just get this feeling you’ll laugh…a lot.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 6:26 pm
It was cold -- Ever's face mostly tucked down into the bulk of his scarf, gloves tugged carefully around his hands. Old gloves, one pointer had worn out so the finger poked out, pale-turning-pink in the winter breeze. He shifted, looking at Zac, and then up and around the place: decaying beams, broken-down windows, and he sniffled just a little bit.
"...Zed, you're like five-foot-two." Ever cleared his throat, focusing back on Zac and trying to haul himself into focus, shifting on the balls of his feet. "If you were good at this, I probably wouldn't suggest this. Too embarrassing to get my a** kicked by a munchkin."
He probably grinned; the scarf mostly hid it. He shrugged, quickly. "a** kicked by a General-King, I can deal with, but..."
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 6:58 pm
“Great, so you can kick the General-King’s a** OUT of uniform, and just to follow up I’m not five foot two…not anymore at least.” He flipped Ever off in a ‘mostly casual’ kind of irritated way. “Alright, alright, it’s a good idea.” He conceded.
“But if you break my nose I swear to god I’m locking you in a room with Howlite…AFTER I feed her 6 cans of red bull, just saying.” He kicked away a bit of rubble to clear them a sort of small arena. “I suppose at least this way I can’t prove how bad smoking is for you either.” He said teasing.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 2:29 pm
Ever drew a deep breath in and then out, shaking his head at Zac as he drew himself into focus. Some time spent with Obsidian meant that, at least, he had some idea of how to hold himself. He knew how to defend. He knew what to look for in an opening. He just wasn't graceful, nor athletic, and he'd probably never be great at this, and Zac probably wasn't the best choice but --
"I definitely, definitely don't want to break your nose, sugar." He shook himself out, settled, and licked his lips. Offered a little flash of a smile. "We can just be. Just be nice. No trying to break bones. No blood. Just a little friendly spar and see what we can do."
Rules would help; Ever's eyes unfocused as he thought about it. "The goal's just to bring the other person to the ground. Your point if I go down, my point if you do. How's that?"
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 4:57 pm
Zac turned his head away with a soft laugh, a bit of red creeping into his cheeks as his thoughts went southward. “Alright, I can agree to those rules, and I can agree to no blood as well.” He said with a more serious nod and a smile. “I’m going to say scraped elbows and knees may have to be a small exception, but we can bandage them later alright?” He flashed a small smile with a one-shoulder shrug. “Do we want other rules? Simple is probably best though, don’t you think?”
“Alright…” He said and walked a few steps away before turning again. “Let’s do this.” He nodded.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 1:40 pm
"Simple, yeah. Nothing more than scrapes or bruises." Ever hesitated where he stood, and then stripped off his scarf -- as warm and as nice as it was, it became too convenient a handhold, too much possibility for giving an opponent a leg up. He draped it carefully over a post and turned back to look at Zac.
"Um. I'm not sure quite how to start." It came with a flash of a smile -- more than just a touch amused by how useless they were, right now. "I guess...you start."
A gesture, quick, fingers summoning Zac in closer.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 7:13 pm
“Right, because I’m a professional at this.” He teased and then moved in closer, his hands up to defend himself though more mindful of his hands thanks to the brief training session with Howlite. He at least had some idea how to dodge; years of setting himself up for abuse in high school had done wonders for that. He made a half hearted cautious punch towards Ever’s arm, might as well make his arm sore… right?
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 2:08 pm
He'd get the blow in, at least, Ever's arms coming up reflexively; time spent with Obby meant he was expecting that blow to head toward his stomach or face, and moved quickly to protect delicate areas. He made a sound at Zac's vaguely-uncertain expression, the cautious way he moved, and finally kicked into motion himself.
He stepped in close, aiming lower himself. Two blows, each with less force behind them than he could have: one toward Zac's stomach and the other a lean and a twitch, shoulder against shoulder, working to knock him off-balance.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 2:16 pm
Zac folded to try and guard his midsection; if he caught or blocked the punch with his elbow and knee coming together it was more by accident than design. He’d at least argue that his next move was by intent even if it wasn’t executed with anything like ‘grace’. After all, no one said anything against grappling. An arm swept around Ever’s back and one gripped at the collar of his shirt, pulling him with as Zac stumbled trying to get his own shoulder under Ever’s arm.
“Sonofa…” he cursed already deciding he remembered very well why he’d always failed to put much time or effort into this kind of ‘pugilistic behavior’, as though the broken nose hadn’t been enough, or before that Tanzanite tossing him off a wall.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 1:49 pm
Close quarters fighting was neither of their forte -- and was also, generally, not something either of them needed to do. If they were this close to an enemy, the finishing move was obvious: a thrust of hand up through the ribcage, a curl of fingers around their precious starseed, and a yank. Assuming, of course, it was someone they didn't mind incapacitating in a permanent sort of way...
As it was, well. This was kind of adorable. Ever hesitated just a moment before going with the tug. Two steps over and past, an arm swept up through Zac's in an attempt to free his collar from the curl of fingers and separate them again. And Ever went thoughtful. Maybe this wasn't the most useful for them, no.
But at least they were doing something.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 5:25 pm
“Drat!” Zac snapped as Ever swept his hand free of the collar. “Darnit…” he fumbled dislodging himself by releasing the arm around Ever’s torso as well. He gave a small huff of breath assessing the situation. “Right…” He said after a determined moment and swung a low kick at Ever’s shin followed by a punch aimed closer to the center of his mass. At least Howlite would be proud that he hadn’t tucked his thumb.
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and be blue generated a random number between
1 and 2 ...
2!
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 10:28 am
((quick coin flip to see who's getting downed first. 1 = Ever, 2 = Zac))
They were likely both glad that there was no one around to watch two high-ranking officers hesitantly take swings at each other, the blows glancing at best, perhaps because neither of them was quite willing to take a proper shot at the other. Ever sure as hell had no desire to hurt Zac; in human form, he just looked so small. So helpless, in some ways.
He'd probably get hit proper if he voiced that thought...
As it was, it was a miracle when he finally brought Zac down. Not a real maneuver, it hardly counted: stepping in for the umptienth time to close quarters again, one foot stuck out and tangled around Zac's legs, his shoulder caught just so. Ever would look as surprised as any at how solidly it struck...
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 10:58 am
Zac made a distinct sound of surprise as his feet went out from under him, snagging at Ever’s shirt but not catching a sufficient handhold to save himself from the tumble. He laded fairly well for all that, throwing down the flat of his arm in a sort of ‘slap’ on the ground to help absorb the impact. He blinked rapidly in surprise and some consternation at finding himself staring more or less skyward.
Well that rather changed the rules. “Nice Job.” He conceded and then rolled to get back to his feet. He raised a hand and repeated Ever’s opening ‘beckon’ move.
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2012 1:46 pm
"I'm a ninja, obviously." It came out dry, though, Ever hesitating. Part of him had wanted to step in and help Zac up -- had succeeded in moving his body one pace forward into the motion before he remembered they were fighting. And Zac was smart. It could have been a ploy...
He cleared his throat, settling back into a vaguely defensive position, and looked at Zac's hand for a moment before easing closer. Slowly closer, mostly because he didn't know quite what to do with himself if he ran.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 10:42 am
“Ninja my a**.” He replied with a scoff. He took what he could get, a little momentum was better than none when most of your experience was based on books and a few run ins with senshi that happened to go well. He slid his foot forward, grabbing the closest wrist to him and then twisted to pull Ever, as best he could, to roll over his him.
It wasn’t the best throw but it was a decent one if he could just get Ever’s feet off the ground. He wasn’t sure how much the length of the other young man was going to play into how hard this would be.
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