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]

Blaine gave her a look at that statement. "I'm not worried about that." He was worried about accidentally killing her. Rubber bullets weren't something to joke around with, even with all the magically inclined people hanging around a blow to the head was serious. Right now though, he really had no doubts about the abysmally small percentage of a chance he had of injuring her. And most of that was up to good luck. He aimed a curved strike at her sword bearing arm.

[ladyspitfire]

Elissa was lighter on her feet with only one blade, though the arc he threw his staff into caught her off guard and it smacked into her arm. If it hurt, she showed no sign of it. In fact, she had to actually restrain herself from doing the very natural follow up of slicing back, knowing that she could very well take his head off.

Instead, she ducked back and then forward, the pommel of her blade's handle going out for his wrist.

[strategic_guile]

She was coming for his hand and he still remembered the sharp pain from his fingers from his earlier match. He was quick to take a diagonal step back to try and maintain the distance while turning the staff around to try and whap her on the side before changing his grip.