Just keep spinning, just keep spinning--

[strategic_guile]

Date & Time: February 6th-ish [Backdated for great justice]
Location: The Hold Gym/Work-out-atorium
Characters: Blaine Thorps + ERRYBODEH
Summary: He's practicing with his staff. Come bug and distract him.
Warnings: Eh, Blaine potentially flirting? Nah, I got nothin'.

The first few days after the last mission had been the worst. The information he got from his older self was kind of shocking, but he really didn't know where the dark cloud that had loomed over him for days had come from. No matter how hard he tried to sweat it out he couldn't get the events off his mind. Now the unintentional sequestering was over.

Blaine felt a little bit lighter and he could push aside the somewhat foreign thoughts and memories and get outside. Well, outside of his room anyway. He found a spot along the edge of the floor to himself and pulled out the flashlight sized rod out of his pocket. He twisted it and pushed a button and it extended out to its full size, a little shorter than his 6'2" height. He spun it once or twice before he went slowly through a practice form by himself to warm up. Once done, he looked around and spotted someone who looked like they might want a partner.

He gave a half smile, "You wanna spar?"

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[strategic_guile]

[That just gets a grin.] That wasn't a try.

[He adjust where he's facing for a second and then he comes at Johnny even faster, throwing a two-punch combo and making sure to keep his guard up.]

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny grits his teeth as he's grazed by both of the hits, viciously coming at him after he's dodged, punching towards his stomach. Time to get serious!]

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine blocks his core the best he can and absorbs whatever he can't and waits for the pause between punches to do another combo of his own. Punches towards Johnny's face and then one to the body, coming in fast from the side.]

[charming_jerk]

[He's fast enough to see that punch to the face coming - why Blaine, how can you punch such a handsome fellow like that? But he can't outmaneuver the one coming to the ribs. He takes the hit with a grunt, and staggers a step, but it doesn't seem to break his focus. Now he's swinging at YOUR face, buddy.]

[strategic_guile]

[Padded helmets are awesome, because that glancing blow does no harm. Blaine internally focuses more on his footwork as he moves around, tossing out random jabs as he tries to duck around any punches aimed for him.]

[charming_jerk]

[To someone who knows what they're doing, it's clear that Johnny loses himself into fights too quickly - he's far too concerned with getting hits on Blaine and not watching his footing or dodging. All brute force, no finesse. He's got the speed for it, but no discipline for it. Still, he's improved a bit since he first got here. Practice makes perfect!

The hits he takes from Blaine only seem to tick him off further. He's so easily frustrated.]

[strategic_guile]

[Blaine can see it, the mounting frustration and lack of objectivity. He takes a few more punches with his blocking arm before he jumps back quickly out of range and holds up his hands, though he was still ready to avoid one last punch should johnny not stop in time.]

Alright, stop, stop.

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny comes to a stop, looking irritated.] What for?

[strategic_guile]

You're not thinking. You're just trying to beat the shit out me. You don't need practice for that. You can do it fine on your own.

[He settled back into a balanced stance.] Don't just try to get me hit for hit. Wait and go for the knockout punch.

[charming_jerk]

[He huffs slightly in annoyance, but he knows Blaine is right. This is good for getting some aggression out, but not for practice.]

Alright, alright. [He gets back into an offensive stance, takes a deep breath, and starts again. Slower this time, like Blaine said. Waiting for an opening.]

[strategic_guile]

[Good, he calmed down. Blaine brought his fists up and looked for openings himself before he went in again. His punches were sharp and he moved in an out of range, not yet leaving any openings for Johnny to attack. Not on purpose anyway.]

[charming_jerk]

[It's clear he doesn't like going this slowly, but he at least he's thinking things through better - and it shows on where he's aiming his hits, looking for any openings Blaine might give. Not that there's many, but damnit, he's trying.]

[strategic_guile]

[You're doing good Johnny, and Blaine leaves more openings to entice him into action. He doesn't want him to get bored and start throwing wildly again, but he won't be condescending and leave them all over the place. When Johnny goes for those openings though, Blaine's quick to counter it.]

Good, keep going.

[A few more and then he'll stop. Moving around a lot can really get you winded and you don't necessarily learn better by doing it longer.]

[charming_jerk]

[He manages to hold it together until the end, at least. This time, anyway. When they're done, even he's starting to look a little winded.]

Okay. How was that.

[strategic_guile]

Good, good. Much better. [He gives Johnny a confidence boosting smile. Well, it would boost his, anyway.]

You see the openings and choose which ones are the most effective well. When you're looking for them, anyway.

[charming_jerk]

[He looks satisfied.] Yeah, yeah. I know. Slow it down. I'm still new to all this training.

[strategic_guile]

Oh? Was I going too fast for you? [Sly grin.] I'll give you the beginners version, next time.

[charming_jerk]

[He gave Blaine a smirk.] I meant me. I can keep up with you, old man.

[strategic_guile]

[Shocked. Absolutely shocked!] Old man? I'm not even thirty!

[charming_jerk]

[He laughs now.] Still older than me. [21 for a whole 2 months now!]

[strategic_guile]

[Mock disgust.] What are you? Five?

[charming_jerk]

21 years young, if ya must know.

[strategic_guile]

[Scoffs.] Coulda fooled me.

[Though he gives a playful swipe.] I'll teach you young whipper snappers to fear experience one of these days.