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Who: Coil Lenn
Broadcast: Text (and not anonymous, for once)
Action: Iskaulit, in the gym
When: Morning

[it is a rare day indeed that Coil sends out a message with his identification attached to it, but he figures it's probably hard to convince someone to fight with you when they don't know who's asking. and he takes time to write the thing up properly, like putting an ad in the paper.]

Looking for sparring partner-- hand-to-hand or melee weapons. Experienced combatants only. Iskaulit Gym.

[and he just tosses the communicator off to the side for a bit, after that. he'll return to check his messages after he's beaten the shit out of a sandbag for a while.

and whether or not they've caught his message, anyone can find him haunting the gym--either moping around like he doesn't know why he's there, or whirling a quarterstaff around and clobbering a sandbag with single-minded focus. just a combat-oriented teenager in a bad mood.]

(ooc: and for anyone who isn't really into tagging fight threads, but still wants to spar with him, we can handwave or gloss over some things.)

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[As if she wouldn't come find him after that message. This is a healthy request in her opinion. Beat something (or rather someone) up a bit, and work out the emotions she knows he's still carrying around.

She finds the 'gym' mostly by looking around everywhere on the Iskaulit. Because she doesn't know what one looks like. They don't have such things where she's from. But find it, she does, walking in to see him beating up a bag. She ways for a moment between strikes, so she knows he'll hear her.]

Coil. I saw your message. The invitation still open?

[hesitating between strikes, he glances over his shoulder, and seems surprised to see her there.

or... maybe more skeptical than surprised. his brow furrows as he glances over her, either wondering about her ability, or unsure about her actually wanting to fight him. it's quite a switch from where they both started, after all.

he nods a little, though. the invitation still stands.]

[Good enough for her. Coming closer she takes off her cloak, tosses it aside. Hey chain shirt usually stays in her room these days when she's not on a planet or waystation. No real need for that kind of protection in the relative safety of the Fleet. So it's just her tunic and leathers; even footing in her mind.]

Weapons or hand to hand? You pick.

[She's game. Very actually. She could use a good fight. It's been a while.]

[the sign for hand-to-hand is pretty self-explanatory, and he follows it up with the traced shape of a question mark.

he wants to know if that's something she wants to do... because really, there's nothing like striking and grappling with your own hands to get that energy out.]

[She nods, enthusiastically, and a smile comes across her face. Yes, she smiles a lot, but this is a different tone all together. It's anticipatory, perhaps a little predatory.

She takes a stance, hands up and ready, one foot behind the other. It's nothing recognizable as any specific form, but it does look like she at least knows what she's doing.]

Ready when you are.

Edited (Tagging from bed) 2016-01-22 08:01 (UTC)

[well, that's an interesting look. it's both something that reassures him that this will be a worthwhile fight, and is something a little bit unsettling, given the nature of the things that usually give him those looks.

it brings up his combat instinct, either way.

setting his staff off to the side, he readies to match her... but he also slinks a step backward, and motions for her to come at at him at the same time.]

[If she had any idea that she looked that way when a fight is impending, friendly or otherwise, she'd probably control it better. But even before the begin, her pulse kicks up, adrenaline courses, gives her a thrill she only gets when in battle.

Offense is not usually where she begins, but she doesn't mind. She closes the distance smooth as a dancer. As straightforward as she may be in talking, she fights with deception, tossing a feint to his head, and lower his guard elsewhere. If he falls for it, she'll follow through solidly to the first available open target.]

[and the ones that fight like he does are always one of the greater challenges. he's more trained to strike hard and fast from cover than face off with an opponent, and when he does, it's someone like Zhas. Coil is at his best when he is the fast one, hard to predict and pin down.

so, they may dancing around each other's strikes for a bit.

he manages to make up for the feint, but only just barely, as he quickly adapts. and almost out of spite, he returns much the same thing she's offered him, while stepping into it and pressing the offense just a little.]

[It's quite exactly like a dance. She's keenly aware of him, where he holds his weight, how he's balanced, and when he moves, she moves to counter. She recognizes training. And not just when she misreads, and gets clipped in the jaw.

But she too, is conditioned to fight for her life, so there's no moment of coddling. She uses the momentum of being hit to move her, out of range, takes a only a second to assess she's fine. It'll bruise maybe, but nothing broken.

She breaks out in a wide grin, and waves him to her. Offense is all his.]

[he appreciates the lack of coddling and stalling, the fight only interrupted with a grin on her part. it keeps him locked in and not thinking about exactly who he's fighting.

the grin is also just plain inciting; it's just what he's looking for. so, though he'd usually hesitate to take on the offensive role, he dives right into it this time.

he doesn't come at her from straight on, though-- he dodges in from an angle, snapping shots at the more vulnerable, nervy points up along her ribs. anything to keep her centered in on defending herself, and not reaching out to keep him at a distance as he presses in the attack.]

[It's a good tactic. Keeps her from gaining ground, and he lands a few shots. Nothing devastating, but it did what is meant to, keep her defending.

But she's also adaptable, and when he goes for her ribs again, she lets him in on purpose. He connects, soliciting a grunt, but her arm comes down to pin his to her side, so she can pull him in closer, sweep get leg behind his, and try to take him to the floor. Preferably beneath her, if she can manage it.]

[the sweep snags him and he falls-- but, like her, he's well-versed in the school of taking a hit in order to turn it. especially for someone specializing in the garrote, swinging weight around so that he can pin and snag an enemy with his weapon is something he's very practiced in.

so, as soon and he's down, he's twisting and rolling to try and shift the upper hand.]

[He doesn't make things easy, which is good. Challenging. Being rolled to the bottom isn't the end. She can work with it. It's good practice actually. People often forget, in the heart of the moment, that being down on your back in a first is not actually a damning position. She too knows those tender spots of the ribs, and jabbing her fingers up into them didn't require a ton of force to be painful.]

[he visibly winces, which is as much for the surprise of it as the actual pain. she's just as dangerous at this range, he sees, and he really doesn't have much of a reason to keep her there. this fight certainly isn't a lethal one, and even trying to keep her in one place and strike at her isn't his goal here.

he wants to keep moving, keep the fight up and active, so he deflects her hands away long enough to roll off of her without attracting any sucker-punches toward himself.

up and onto his feet again,]

[She does not roll. She lifts herself into a back bend and kicks over, in one smooth motion, she's on her feet as well. She had be going very straightforward with him up to now, but might as well keep it interesting for him, right? And she's rather comfortable with more acrobatic combat. So she keeps the momentum going and launches a quick side kick ((with helpful video!)) at him, just to see how he'd handle it really.]