violence as a language isn't well understood. to the outsider it seems like nothing more than brutality, barbaric and raw. to anyone who'd grown up with it - knowing it better than the whisper of a hug, or the lie of a smile. there's no better way to get a read on someone and there's no greater conversation than one that's matched.
he's having fun.
really enjoying it. trying to avoid her, trying to hit her, not going easy but not going all out with the intent to hurt. damian's got the benefit of being honed to the finest of weapons by hours upon hours of brutal training in every way imaginable, but he's also rusty.
but he wouldn't mind being bested. or, well, it wouldn't bother him as much as it might've. she gets several good hits in before all is said and done, and he comes away suitably impressed ]
[ Catra comes away grinning like a feral by the time they're done, even as she's panting and drenched in sweat. It's a good fight, one with no emotional baggage between them, and even her bruises feel good.
By the time they call it, her mood's lighter than it's been in a long time, even though her body feels a little like it's been through a meat grinder. She rubs one hand idly at a tender spot where Damian got a hit in and doesn't even seem to mind. ]
Hah... [ She tries to say something, but it gets cut off by her lungs demanding more oxygen first. She sits down on the ground, hard, and does a stretch instead. Waits for her breathing to return to normal. ]
Not bad... [ Coming from Catra, that's basically the highest form of praise. ]
What else ya got?
[ She clearly doesn't mean in the form of going another round, right now. ]
[ non-lethal combat has sort of taken a backseat. he refuses to sit down or show any kind of weakness, even if he's breathing just as hard and smiling just as much. it's a good exhaustion. the kind he'd missed. ]
My Mother was a big believer in a boy being a well-rounded fighter. There's not a weapon I haven't used.
[ She gives a little shrug. Having finished her first stretch, she moves into another. ]
It's not exactly my weapon of choice. But it's not like they're going to give us any real toys here, but you can make a staff out of anything. And, well. More reach is always useful when you're... [ she pauses ] ... not tall.
[ he's not Massively Tall, but he's 5'10 now instead of five foot fucking nothing, so like, you know all his tips and tricks are outdated but whatever ]
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Date: 2020-05-25 09:25 pm (UTC)violence as a language isn't well understood. to the outsider it seems like nothing more than brutality, barbaric and raw. to anyone who'd grown up with it - knowing it better than the whisper of a hug, or the lie of a smile. there's no better way to get a read on someone and there's no greater conversation than one that's matched.
he's having fun.
really enjoying it. trying to avoid her, trying to hit her, not going easy but not going all out with the intent to hurt. damian's got the benefit of being honed to the finest of weapons by hours upon hours of brutal training in every way imaginable, but he's also rusty.
but he wouldn't mind being bested. or, well, it wouldn't bother him as much as it might've. she gets several good hits in before all is said and done, and he comes away suitably impressed ]
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Date: 2020-05-26 12:34 am (UTC)By the time they call it, her mood's lighter than it's been in a long time, even though her body feels a little like it's been through a meat grinder. She rubs one hand idly at a tender spot where Damian got a hit in and doesn't even seem to mind. ]
Hah... [ She tries to say something, but it gets cut off by her lungs demanding more oxygen first. She sits down on the ground, hard, and does a stretch instead. Waits for her breathing to return to normal. ]
Not bad... [ Coming from Catra, that's basically the highest form of praise. ]
What else ya got?
[ She clearly doesn't mean in the form of going another round, right now. ]
I'm rusty on staff.
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Date: 2020-06-04 12:29 am (UTC)[ non-lethal combat has sort of taken a backseat. he refuses to sit down or show any kind of weakness, even if he's breathing just as hard and smiling just as much. it's a good exhaustion. the kind he'd missed. ]
My Mother was a big believer in a boy being a well-rounded fighter. There's not a weapon I haven't used.
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Date: 2020-06-04 01:24 am (UTC)[ She gives a little shrug. Having finished her first stretch, she moves into another. ]
It's not exactly my weapon of choice. But it's not like they're going to give us any real toys here, but you can make a staff out of anything. And, well. More reach is always useful when you're... [ she pauses ] ... not tall.
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Date: 2020-06-04 02:12 am (UTC)I preferred the sword. Cut them off at the knee and height isn't a problem.
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Date: 2020-06-04 02:24 am (UTC)Oh man. I'll have to remember that one!
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Date: 2020-06-04 02:57 am (UTC)he loves this awful cat ]
I could show you some moves. I was fighting assholes standing at six feet or higher while I was a child.
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Date: 2020-06-04 03:04 am (UTC)Let's get one thing straight-- I don't need help to hold my own.
... But if you want to show off, I'm not gonna say no.
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Date: 2020-06-04 03:05 am (UTC)[ genuinely this time. no flattery. ]
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Date: 2020-06-04 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-04 03:36 am (UTC)[ he's not Massively Tall, but he's 5'10 now instead of five foot fucking nothing, so like, you know all his tips and tricks are outdated but whatever ]