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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

[beknight]

Unless you prefer hand to hand.

[ but Edmund already has a sword, so Bruce picks one up. He pauses only to show Edmund his particular grip is different. ]

[exonerated]

Perhaps later.

[ Wanting to hit thins with a stick becomes a habit, after a while. ]

Shall we?

[ Edmund's posture is relaxed, not too overly confident, but he knows what he's doing and is willing to show it. More naturally inclined to broader strokes, a wider stance. He was taught by centaurs, after all. ]

[beknight]

[ Without further ado, they spar. Bruce's movements are quick, speak of a knowledge of his body and his limits. He's not as young as he used to be, but he's good at hiding his limits and any fatigue he might be feeling after constant exercise. The people here are varied, he catalogues them. ]

[ Edmund is good. Better than he expected, and well-trained. ]

Not bad. Who taught you?

[exonerated]

[ He expected Bruce to be good, considering how confident he'd been to issue open invitations. His style is different from what he knows, and has fought with.

The question makes him smile. ]

Centaurs.

[ They taught him everything.

But of course, there are no centaurs in London, are there? As far as Edmund knows, anyway. ]

[beknight]

[ You know what, he's not even batting an eye at that. ]

Maybe the better question was where you trained.

[exonerated]

[ Bless. ]

A world called Narnia. If you find the right door, you could get to it.

[ Not anymore, of course, but. ]

[beknight]

[ There was always the possibility of alternate dimensions. Easier when he's seen a hole torn open in the sky and a ship sucked right into it. The science involved would fascinate him for a while if he didn't have other priorities at the moment. ]

Only from London?

[ He's interested in the story, but he doesn't have to hear the whole of it right now. ]

[exonerated]

As far as I know, but there could have been other doors.

[ The real answer is no, but that's not something Edmund himself is aware of just yet. What he knows is — Narnia opens its doors to those that need to be there, never more or less. Whether it's Aslan's magic or the Deep Magic at play doesn't matter, in the end. ]

No random doors leading to another world in Gotham City, is there?

[beknight]

We have our own excitement.

[ A touch of wryness — he wouldn't be surprised if there were, honestly, doors leading to places no one speaks of. Missing people and children who fall into those gaps. No, Gotham is enough without them, and magic is something he has yet to understand much. ]

Another round?

[exonerated]

Swords again? Or hand to hand this time?

[ While he would not hesitate upon doing the latter, he will not be as good as he is at wielding a sword. It's why he's here in the first place. ]

[beknight]

Hand to hand.

[ A test, and it's why he's here anyway. Bruce doesn't expect an amateur, but he wouldn't mind a quick learner either. ]

[ He demonstrates a stance, expecting Edmund to follow. ]

[exonerated]

[ Edmund is a good student, if he puts his mind to it. A problem in his youth, but not as much now that he's older, wiser, and stronger. Bruce is most definitely better, but Edmund catches up to him at opportune moments.

Though of course, there's room for improvement. ]

Did you learn this from someone?

[beknight]

[ He nods. ]

Formal training. I was a bodyguard for almost twenty years.

[ Vigilante wouldn't stand out so much, amongst this crowd, but Bruce has everything of his tied in secrets. ]

[exonerated]

[ Edmund's guards were centaurs, mostly, and most people wanting to attack him on and off the battlefield wouldn't have been able to reach him before they'd get kicked in the chest for their troubles. They trained mostly in weapons, while the other creatures used their own god-given advantages outside of swords and bows.

Edmund mostly had to learn, so he doesn't have to worry about himself if he ever lacks for a weapon, so his movements mostly convey a knowledge of self-defense. ]

Your employer is quite lucky to have you.

[beknight]

[ He huffs in soft amusement, an if only they'd agreed. This imaginary employer of his quite comfortably fits any spoiled, selfish person one might find across the world. ]

So they all say.

[ He rolls a shoulder. ]

How often would you like to meet for sessions?

[exonerated]

Twice a week, perhaps. More if time permits, if you are agreeable to it.

[beknight]

That's reasonable to me. Early morning is best.

[exonerated]

I look forward to it.