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[beknight]

Who: bruce wayne (beknight) & various others.
What: it's the eye of the tiger.
When: after this network post!
Where: the dojo
Warning(s): violence! more will be added if needed.

accompanying log for sparring training.

Comments

GORO.

[beknight]

Guess not.

[ He's a formidable looking man, the eyepatch tells its own story. Bruce has no place to judge how violence forms a life or a personality, all he does is nod politely. ]

Hand to hand, or do you use a weapon?

[hannya]

[Majima doesn't blame anyone for judging him by his appearance at this point. People think whatever they want anyway, never mind that a lot of the time, they're right. He laughs quietly when Alan gets right to the point; it's a relief to not have to act interested in yet another person's life story. Majima draws his tanto blade out its hiding spot beneath his shirt, but he sets it to the side amongst a rack of other weapons, some familiar, some not. No need to go that hard if it's just practice.]

Bit of both? Depends on what's around. [With enough adrenaline and desperation, he can turn pretty much anything into a blunt object. He doesn't mind a baseball bat, but he doubts he'll find one here. At the end of the day, though, fists are all he needs.] What about you?

[The guy is a little older than he expected, but Majima knows better than to pretend that means much, except more experience. He rolls his neck and stretches his hands. This at least has to be better than swatting giant moths all night.]

[beknight]

[ He looks at the blade, offers no comment. It may be a sign of trust it's even been removed from its hiding place. Bruce makes no assumptions yet. ]

I prefer hand to hand.

[ Nothing wrong with good old-fashioned fisticuffs. ]

Shall we?

[hannya]

[Majima lets out a small laugh and drops into a lower stance. His feet tense against the mat beneath him as he gets ready to strike.]

Think you're the first guy here actually speakin' my language.

[At that, he rushes forward, fast enough to almost blur, and throws a punch towards Alan's solar plexus. If it hits, good. If it doesn't, he'll have a better idea of how the guy can move.]

sorry for the delay! router issues

[beknight]

[ He has learnt to be wary of those who speak it as their mother tongue — even as they are the ones he understands immediately and intimately. Violence can rarely be quelled, only tempered. ]

[ It doesn't hit — Bruce blocks it and redirects, countering the force. His blows are testing for his opponent's speed and strength, like a dog snapping at another, judging when to go in and really fight. ]

no probs!

[hannya]

[It's a relief, in a way. No one he can flatten in one punch is worth being called a sparring partner. Majima ducks out of the way of a heavy fist, close enough to hear the weight of it as it cuts through the air. Makes sense, he muses through growing adrenaline-- the more weight you have, the harder you should throw it around. It's a good trade off for the speed you don't have. With that in mind, Majima slinks back a few paces, where it'll be easier for him to close a distance on fast feet.

He watches Alan like a hawk for just a few seconds, his eye flitting across him for any tells of a next move. From there, he closes in again, going for a leg sweep this time. He'll have to wear his opponent down before getting into anything tricky.]