[ 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Massively Tall, but he's 5'10 now instead of five foot fucking nothing, so like, you know all his tips and tricks are outdated but whatever ]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: 2020-05-26 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 ]