( video | un: jaguar )

[scarcastically]

'Sup, ship mates. You've gotten the low-down from Newt already, Dusty's managing food and Grandpa Barnes is still passin' the buck as always . . . I figured I drop in my stuff too. A while back, I had a few people ask about self-defense classes and training.

And I figured that's useful 'cuz the last mission definitely went hairy and people got hurt. I'm happy to offer up some tranin', sparring or hell, even weapon maintenance or setting you up with some basic gear.

I got the qualifications. Did a stint in MIT, but also did a couple of active war tours 'round Afghanistan and Iraq, was a Navy Seal. Trained in a couple of martial arts disciplines. Ain't too shabby with swords and shields along with guns.

You're welcome to hit me up and we can start training. Skill's the best asset you got and you never know, even with superpowers or magic and whatever, to have an extra edge.

If that ain't your thing, I'll hook you up with some basic flash bombs. No fuss.

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[scarcastically]

They are pretty fuckin' dope, I'll admit. I snagged myself a whip and some kind of energy bow thingy.

[essenceofdeadlybeasts]

Aw, come on. It's not even a pistol? Not sure how I feel about the whip either... Bet it looks hella cool though. You find an energy sword and I may reconsider having to acquire one for myself.

[scarcastically]

[ he shrugs. ]

I'll keep you in mind if I spot one.

[essenceofdeadlybeasts]

Great.

In the meantime, mind if I see how my fighting skills compare to yours? You want a sparring partner, I'd like to give it a go.

[scarcastically]

[ excellent. it's one thing to train himself, but better exposure to fighting styles makes him stronger. ]

Sounds like a plan. When's a good time for you?

[essenceofdeadlybeasts]

You know, I don't really have a schedule set out yet. Mostly still exploring, figuring this shit out.

So... any time that's not breakfast, lunch, or dinner? Is probably fine.

[scarcastically]

[ erik chuckles. ]

We can go now if you like.

[essenceofdeadlybeasts]

Ohho. Eager?

[Zhao chuckled as well.]

All right. I'm down for it.

[scarcastically]

A guy's gotta get his leg day in.

[ he smiles faintly. ]

See you in the training room?

[essenceofdeadlybeasts]

Soon as I find my way back there.

[Despite his joke, it doesn't take him long to get there.]

( move to an action thread y/n? )

[scarcastically]

Don't get lost.

y!

[essenceofdeadlybeasts]

[Zhao arrived in the training room with his sword in hand on the off chance they got around to a weapon spar. But he didn't plan on using it if his opponent didn't have a weapon on hand to use. He set it aside.

He didn't know the guy's real name but he knew his username so when he walked up to confirm that's what he used.]

Jaguar-san? Didn't catch your name. Mine's Zhao.

[scarcastically]

[ erik has to crack a smile at that. he's taken off his denim jacket and set his glasses on top of it. they're just for show anyway. erik's never needed glasses but they add to the illusion. ]

Erik's fine. Nice to meetcha. Should we go for whoever manages three hits first?

[essenceofdeadlybeasts]

Any game you wanna play is fine by me.

[By comparison, Zhao didn't remove any of his accessories. He was used to fighting in them by now--though if Erik wanted to request he remove the rings now would be the time. Zhao knew not to hurt anyone on board the station but they didn't necessarily know that.

He stepped lightly into the sparring ring and, with his fingertips touching, offered the slightest of bows to his opponent. Afterwards, he didn't quite take a fighting stance so much as relax into a loose position that vaguely said he was ready to start whenever Erik was.]

[scarcastically]

[ erik glances at the rings, but seemingly pays them no attention. he shakes his arms and legs to get the circulation going before. it's like watching a large wild cat, prowling around the edges, assessing, observing.

then erik leaps into action, palms forward as he moves to push zhao off his feet and keep him unbalanced. ]

[essenceofdeadlybeasts]

[Zhao stayed in his relaxed stance up until the moment Erik leapt into action. Rather than let himself be pushed or thrown off balance, the Chinese man deflected with sweeping side-swipes and deft motions of his arms. He took strafing steps as well when needed to produce more room or keep from backing into the edge of the ring.

Every so often he'd throw a counter attack--a simple strike with his fingers resembling a bird's beak pecking or with his three fingers curved like an eagle's claw. But it seemed he was mostly content to play defense as he watched Erik move.]

[scarcastically]

[ finger and palm movements. those are harder to counter, so erik switches up his style to a more boxing position, arms propped near his chest area to protect his eyes and face while he lets zhao gain more ground and seeing whether he'll switch to offense. ]