Fight Club [Gym, Monday Night]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Shortly after Tactics of War, Bridge goes to the gym and starts setting up for Fight Club. Once everyone's arrived, he starts talking.

"Okay, so apparently there was a... thing..." he waves a hand vaguely, "in the Shop classroom today. Um- so why don't those of you who were there share what happened? Looking back, is there any way you would have done things differently? How did different people's strengths- or weaknesses- play into things?"

"Actually, you know, there's an idea. What do you guys think of moving meetings to the Danger Shop? I mean, obviously we wouldn't let things get as out-of-control as they did today, but it'd be a good way of getting in some practice with different scenarios."

"After we talk for a bit, there's sparring, of course. Maybe try mixing things up and going two on one?" Bridge suggests. "Because in a real life situation, being outnumbered is entirely possible."

Comments

Re: Spar!

[demonbelthazor]

Bel flinched. "Yeah," he said, looking down and giving Callisto a perfect opening.

Re: Spar!

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto wasn't really one to miss an opportunity, she aimed a kick at his belly. "Congratulations on becoming your own man."

Re: Spar!

[demonbelthazor]

Bel doubled over and staggered back, barely keeping on his feet. "Thanks," he grunted.

Re: Spar!

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome," Callisto said, keeping her distance.

Re: Spar!

[demonbelthazor]

He straightened, glad she hadn't kicked lower. Panting, he checked his watch. "Sorry to cut this short," he said, "but I have to get going in a minute."


[OOC: Get going to bed, that is. Night!]

Re: Spar!

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"I'll see you around then, Bel," Callisto said.