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“I’m only doing this for solidarity you know, and you owe me, so stop looking so damned mopey!” He had a firm grasp of Ever’s sleeve and was marching with determination to the Gym doors.

“Honestly, if I didn’t live with you I’d have locked you in a room with Obby.” It was –probably- and idle threat, then again Obsidian did teach gym when he was a human, or had before. Zac hadn’t checked to see if he’d taken that particular job back.

“I think I need to start swapping to coffee.” He added with a soft sigh.

Porsha was already at the gym. Dressed(sports bra and shorts), hands wrapped, and already sinking her fists into the soft underbelly of one of the gym locals who'd been foolish enough to challenge the teen to a fight. It didn't matter that the guy out weighed her by about a hundred pounds, what Po lacked in size she more then made up for in raw talent. A grunt sounded from her opponent, deep and air stealing, and just oh so satisfying as he doubled over her arm before she hopped back away from him and let him fall to his knees on the mat.

As he fell onto his side she noticed the gym doors opening and two young men entering. These had to be Ever and Zac, and knowning whom the latter was, it was now easy to see the resemblance between the general-king and the blue haired guy pulling on the sleeve of a much taller, skinnier fellow.

"Hey guys!" she shouted, waving a hand as she slipped between the ropes of the ring and made her way over, grinning. "You're Zac," she didn't quite ask it as she extended a hand to the shorter of the two. "And you must be Ever." He'd have a hand thrust at him as well after she'd finished with Zac.

Ever took her hand as well, with a flash of a smile that covered up anything else. That was, after all, what a smile was for: a flash of teeth just long enough to blind, a twitch of a bow that was silly enough to amuse. Ever wasn't built to impress, not really, but he could still make a good first impression, just short of kissing the back of her hand. Instead, he shook.

"I was in a cast for months, and then a boot for a couple more weeks." It came with an arched eyebrow as he straightened, settling an elbow on Zac's shoulder to lean into him. Joking, mostly. "I don't think I could possibly dance around like that."

“Oh sure, why not… last time I sparred with someone I took a boot to the chin.” Zac sighed, never mind that he was also running on a great deal of caffeine and a power bar just at the moment. He regretted the ‘power bar’ more than the tea. He really needed to invest in a cookbook for the new apartment, once he was done moving, and unpacking.

“I can take the first round, that should give everyone a boost of confidence.” He quipped and rubbed a finger at the edge of his ear, twisting the long bar of his industrial.

Porsha wasn't the sort to beat around the bush. So when Zac had come to her seeking help with training, the teen so no reason not to simply dive in head first. The best way to learn, in her opinion, was doing. She grinned at the two of them, noting the subtle hints of hesitation, and found herself growing quite eager, not only to see hwat they were capable of, but for the opportunity to face off against a general and a general-king on more even grounds.

"Sounds like a good plan all around. We'll get you both ready, then we can aim Ever towards one of the heavy bags so he can warm up a bit, get his grove back." If there was the tiniest trace of humor in her voice, it couldn't be helped.

She led the pair of them over to a bench where she'd left her gym bag. Inside she had tape for their hands and wrists, as well as a few extra pads she'd borrowed from an old instructor she still kept in contact with. It took a little bit to get both of their hands wrapped correctly, but she wasn't about to rush this step. Wrist injuries were never fun, and she didn't want either of them hurting themselves during a training exercise. Once that was done she pointed Ever towards the lightest of the heavy bags. "I'd keep an eye on what we're doing, just so you know what to expect." She grinned again, side glancing at Zac before returning her attention to Ever and the bag. "Start slow, work your way up. Don't get all crazy, cause that's how you end up hurting yourself."

"You ready?" She nudged Zac in the side with her elbow, pointing her thumb of her shoulder at the sparring ring.

Ever shot a look to the bag, and then to the pair of them, more amused than embarrassed -- probably because, in all honestly, hitting bags and learning how to move was what he'd been expected, not jumping into the ring after months on crutches or the cane. As it was, though, he didn't step immediately away to play on his own, but stood outside the ring to just watch the pair of them.

It had been a really long time since he'd seen Zac fight.

He looked less than thrilled to make the first move despite the ‘generous’ offer. “Well, then of course you’ll have a clue as to how I fight, so I’ll have to think that over carefully. Wonderful…and potentially stagger it so you don’t judge strength.” He harrumphed

“…Do we have set rules or does this just end where the pain starts in earnest?” He arched a cautious eyebrow. Overthinking? Oh lord yes.

Po grinned at Zac's observation. He was a smart one, thought hat had been obvious. She was eager to see how he fought. "Clever, very clever." She help her hands up a little harder, shoulders squared.

"The latter, I think." Her lips twitched, taking on more of a smirk. "Not worth it if one of us doesn't walk away with a few bruises." Her head cocked to the side, shrugging without compromising her stance at all.

Ever's comment earned him a bark of a laugh, but she kept her eyes on Zac. "You think it'll be so easy, Ever?" Amusement turned to taunting. "Don't forget, you're up against me next."