Blue Fish Mingle!

[save_the_souls]

Who: Blue Fish Crew + Visitors!
Broadcast: If you'd like?!
Action: The Blue Fish!
When: Month of May!

[Get in here Blue Fish! It's time for a mingle post! Visitors are welcomed, but anyone who requires doors will need to know someone from the crew that can let you in thanks to the passcode on the door.]

Comments

[universal_charm]

Why do I have the sneaking suspicion that seeing you with it would end up with me flat on my back?

_{[ He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at her. ]}

[dancingmd]

[Feigning shock:]

Why, Captain! You don't trust me? I'm hurt.

[universal_charm]

More like I already have more than enough faith in your skills.

_{[ He grinned and came further into the room, glancing around. ]}

It's a nice little area. Do you spar with anyone or is it just you?

[dancingmd]

Sokka and I practice a lot together.

[Small, sad smile.]

I'm afraid my other sparring partners are gone now.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He looked to her, not liking the sadness there. He did not like seeing his friends sad. So instead he smiled and moved to the side, bending down to start working off his boots. ]}

Well, how about adding one more? I don't know any Klingon moves, but I'm top of the class in self-defense.

_{[ His grin widens as he looks up at her, winking. ]}

Original versus the next generation.

[dancingmd]

[She laughs.]

All right, old timer, let's see what you've got!

[universal_charm]

_{[ His laugh echoes hers as he puts his boots aside, stepping bare foot to the matt. He rolled his shoulders to warm up, doing a few quick limbering exercises before setting himself into his starting position - a loose position between defense and offense. ]}

Now don't hold back on me, young'n, you hear?

[dancingmd]

[She mirrors his pose, though she's not quite as loose as he is.]

I wouldn't dream of it!

[Though, truth be told, she will be holding back some - this will be nothing like her post-calibration angry sparring matches with Nat. Those were a necessary venting, this is simply exercise and fun.

So, she makes the first move: a low leg sweep.]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ He sees the move and easily dodges, lashing out with a low right aimed for her ribs/kidneys. The moves he had learned were meant to quickly disable someone he was facing, not prolong a fight.

If nothing else, it was clear he was taking this seriously for all his previous joking. ]</sub>

Come on, you got better than that, Bev!

[dancingmd]

[Beverly rolls away from the jab so that it lands more harmlessly. She's on her back for only a second before launching herself back to her feet. Half-crouching, she waits for him to make a move.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ He smirks to himself. She was good, exactly as her early movements had suggested, and that excited him. He was warier this time, slid around her in a slow circle, watching her, trying to find that calm place that his teacher had kept insisting he needed to find. Step, slide, step, step, slide - lunge. He darted in, feigning a strike to her abdomen and moving into a crouch to sweep at her legs. ]}

[dancingmd]

[Beverly moves slowly with him, watching his eyes as Worf has taught her. When he strikes, she is not nothing if light and quick on her feet - though her movements are less those of a fighter's and more of a dancer's as she leaps away and to the side. Then she comes in just as quick, one, two, chop to his back.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ Beverly is elegant, and he feels the movements suit her. He doesn't back away from his initial attack, instead pushing forward and into a roll to avoid her blow and then back up again. He kept low and quick stepped back in, intending to shove with his shoulder to disrupt her footing. ]}

[dancingmd]

[This time, Kirk does manage to catch her off balance and she stumbles backwards from the shove, though she saves herself from a fall. She laughs.]

Got me there!

[universal_charm]

That's a pancake you owe me!

_{[ He grinned, not letting up. He continued with his own momentum, falling into a series of quick jabs that ended with a sharp round-house aimed at her kidneys. ]}

[dancingmd]

[Beverly’s hands fly to counter his punches: one, two, three, quick blocks in succession. Then - yes! Exactly the opening she needed. Most of her training has been defensive, with a focus on using an opponent’s own momentum against them - especially against an opponent such as Kirk, who is bolstered by Khan’s blood. When he aims his kick at her, she springs into action, blocking his foot with her arm, then swiftly turning the block into a throw, catching him by the leg and spinning him down towards the mat.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ He knew his mistake the instant she caught his leg. It was to late to pull back - that would only worsen his situation. Instead of fighting, he fell with the momentum, bracing with his hands and pushing up, swinging out into a scissor kick. He didn't really care if he hit her with the move, so much as he wanted her to back up and he could regain his feet and reassess things. ]}

[dancingmd]

[He's successful in his goal as she dances nimbly away from his kick and waits for him to get to his feet again.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ He puts the space back between them and gets to his feet. He takes several hard breaths, calming himself and assessing her again. His mouth twitched into a smile. ]}

Not bad, Beverly.

_{[ He followed in with another serious of jabs, the attacks sharper and more pin-point in nature, almost boxer-like. ]}

[dancingmd]

[Fortunately for her, this is the kind of movement Mok'bara is designed for: quick, aggressive moves, which she parries easily enough, for the most part. A few of his punches land, but then, so do some of hers. There's a precision to her movements that stands in contrast to his style, but they are fairly equally matched, at least in this, a simple sparring match.]

[universal_charm]

_{[ The exchange was teaching him a few things. Beverly obviously knew what she was doing, and he suspected she had come against or trained for this sort of attack before. He grunted when her hits landed - it didn't seem like she was going for true debilitating blows, but they still hurt! Or maybe that was Khan's particular contribution to his anatomy these days. Either way the exchanges carried until he finally quick-stepped back, panting. He raised his hands in the universal gesture for peace. ]}

Time, time, I call a time.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly takes a step back herself, breathing heavily. Her forehead has sheen of sweat, which she wipes at with the back of her arm.]

I'll get us some water?

[universal_charm]

That would be great, yeah.

_{[ He nodded his head and stood up to his full height, hands on hips now as he breathed. Oh, that was a good work out. First round anyways, his own forehead shiny with sweat. ]}

[dancingmd]

[She'd brought some bottles of water with her down from the kitchen and they're sitting on a bench nearby, up against the wall of the cargo bay. There's a towel too, which she uses to wipe her hands and face before grabbing two bottles. She comes back over to Kirk and hands him one.]

Not too bad, old man.

[universal_charm]

_{[ He takes it with a nod and pops it open to take several large swigs before giving her a grin. ]}

Not to shabby for a whipper-snapper.