The first rule of fight club is everyone is talking about fight club

[lonered]

WHO: Akira & Keith, Estelle & Keith, Nanjo & Keith
WHERE: Various places around town
WHEN: Various times in April
WHAT: Fighting!!! Training, teaching, sparring.
WARNINGS: Friendly violence? Yeah let’s go with that.



—> Akira & Keith
—> Estelle & Keith
—> Nanjo & Keith

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[theshowsover]

[Luckily for Keith, Akira has never been scared off by people looking unapproachable. If he could deal with punk doctors and weird fortune tellers and ex-yakuza, he could deal with a teenage astronaut.

He approaches casually, hands hooked in the pockets of his jeans, hood pulled up to protect his ears against the cold. He seems fairly indifferent to this, though not unwilling, or he wouldn't have come.]

Hey.

[lonered]

[It really is fortunate. For now, Keith raises a hand to wave in acknowledgment.]

Good. You made it.

[He looks around.] So I guess first thing we gotta do is figure out a place to do this. There's a couple spots I've seen that are pretty clear, if you don't mind staying outside. Or I bet we can find a building we can clear some space in.]

[theshowsover]

Outside is fine.

[He's not sure he trusts a building to not collapse on top of them or from underneath them under even the lightest strain. He hasn't trusted much structurally here.]

Where'd you have in mind?

[lonered]

There's a store with a lot out back. It's pretty clear. Back towards Bluo.

[Once upon a time maybe it had been a stockyard or somesuch, but now it was mostly just a barren piece of gray land in this gray world.

He inclines his head to his left.] Follow me?

[theshowsover]

[He nods, and follows Keith back towards Bluo. He won't say much, unless Keith says something to him first. He's a pretty quiet guy, really.]

[lonered]

[Keith isn't a talker either, unless he has something to say. Or he's prompted into it. So it's a quiet trip, right until they wind up at the little empty yard he has in mind.]

Here we are. This look okay?

[He's already making his way towards the center.]

[theshowsover]

Yeah.

[Anywhere is good for him. Akira follows, hands in his pockets, and waits for some instruction.

He has his knives under his hoodie, but he's not sure if he should pull them out yet.]

[lonered]

All right. So. You said you wanted to learn hand to hand. Ever been in a fist fight before?

[Keith has. Boy has he. Fist feet. All sorts of things. He's looking at Akira curiously now.]

First, we should probably get an idea of each of our skills, where we both are in terms of ability and fighting style.

[theshowsover]

[He shakes his head. No fist fights for Akira! But he's fought plenty before...]

I've used knives before. And I'm pretty nimble. [A pause, while he considers.]

I... try not to let people know I'm good at knife fighting. [He doesn't quite look Keith in the eyes, hoping he assumes his caginess is because it's really not the sort of thing a normal high school student should be good at.]

[lonered]

I guess it's not exactly something that comes across as reassuring.

[He draws his own dagger from where it's sheathed against his back, holding it out.] I'm not terrible at it. Sword is more efficient, for me anyway.

[More slicing. And he won't question why Akira would want to keep that a secret any further.]

Want to show me what you've got?

[theshowsover]

[Grateful that Keith doesn't press further, he nods, pulling his own knives from under his hoodie.]

Alright.

[And with that, he comes running at Keith, aiming to slash at his arm.]

[lonered]

[There's a flash of a grin as Keith slips into a defensive stance, and he's ready for the slash this time. He's quick -- he has to be. Most of his battles are with aliens significantly bigger and stronger than he is. He gets by on being fast, agile, creative.

So Keith leans and twists, bringing his own blade around in an arc, tossing it from one hand to the other so that he can swing it in a short slash aimed for Akira.]

[theshowsover]

[Akira is also fast and agile, for some of the same reasons. Most shadows are much bigger than a human, but size alone isn't enough. If you can aim for a shadow's weak spot and hit it, then you can take anything down (with a little magic to help).

So he rolls his body back to try to avoid avoid the slash, admiring the way the blade flipped easily from one of Keith's hands to the other. He is here to learn, after all.

A quick turn, and he's coming at Keith again.]