Funderland Fight club

[Vincent Black]

Vincent was dropped off a mile away from Funderland, he walked up with a bag slung across his back. He was not wearing his typical garb, but a more athletic clothing. He wore an underarmor short sleeve shirt, fingerless gloves. gray cargo pants, and his tactical boots. He figured if he was going to get any real practice in he would have to wear as close to his hunting gear as possible.

"Hey guys, have y'all started yet?" Vincent says as he walks up to Kray and Sera.

[Kray]

Fist lowering that terrible and predatory visage holds the spring sovereign in its gaze. There it i.... No ... not just that ... its still different. Fear was present and what he had been expecting, but its most often paired companion, greed or ambition a desire to exploit what he was ... absent, instead something else ... something no one had every looked at him with. Something that meant the world to him, the very thing that had got him through his durance ... wonder. Kray is taken aback never. Not once had even the whisper of a thought crossed his mind that he himself could provoke that most sought after of emotions in another. That look for a just a moment embodied what it was to know autumn. Fear and wonder entwined. He had planned on some cutting comment, something to drive home the message about what monsters, what he, can do ... but he can't not when she looks at him like that.

'Well that's the point right. To help you hit a bit harder. If you get your weight behind it there's no reason a punch from you can't topple someone big as me.' Its not the first time today he's forgotten to start a sentence with a single syllable utterance. Sarah really has a way of catching him of guard. And if he speaking quietly its must be so his voice doesn't ring out around the should be empty park.

'Uh. Right yes the bag.' Kray will walk over to where it landed on the ground after it's flight and pick it up. Bending the coat hangers back into a useable shape, an effortless task for him. On his way back raising a hand to the new arrival. 'Hey. Vincent welcome in. Just getting the demos in. See what everyone can do.' And he will hang the makeshift bag back up from the beam.

[Seraphina]

Turning to the voice, she raises a taped and translucent hand, “Hey Vincent.” She greets, “Uh, kinda?” looking to Kray, would he consider them having already started?

Sapphires look to the Orge, who seemed lost in some thought or maybe memory? She wasn’t sure, but she lets him have his moment, feeling it would be rude to bring him back to the here and now.

As he speaks, she nods in agreement, “It is, well, that’s the plan anyways.” A light chuckle, “Going to take a lot of work on my end, but I’ve never shied away from hard work.” Getting back into training at the gym and in her home gym would be good for her. As her life slowly began to feel, well, normal and like her own again.

And it wasn’t a whole lot that she could do. Which didn’t surprise her, but it still bummed her out. Being able to bring any foe, no matter his or her size, to their knees with a softly spoken word was one thing. Being able to lay them out on their back with a punch was a whole new thing. And she wanted it.

[Vincent Black]

Vincent walks up catching the end of Seras sentence. "Ah nice I was hoping to get some sparring in. Its been too long since I have had the chance to fight someone, or thing, that is not trying to ill me. I am not going to say I am rusty but its been too long since I have had any sort of practice session." Vincent watches as Kray hangs his makeshift bag. "That looks pretty good, what is it stuffed with?"

[Kray]

Kray crushes a fist around the coat hanger hooks hoping to bend them into shape with the beam a little better and stop it being sent flying again. 'Oh. This. Its my coat stuffed with bed sheets and held together by a few belts.' He brushes it down of any gravel and the like that had stuck to it from its time on the floor. 'A bit make shift but it'll serve for today.'

Looking between the two, yellow eyes move back and forth. 'Uh. Sparring is something we can do, but I can't promise no one gets hurt.' That's why I brought a bag. 'How about you show us what you got first Vincent?' Get a better idea who should spare with who.

He nods to Sarah. 'Yeah. You won't get better over night.' He ponders. 'You have been taught by others, Before. Did my punch show you anything new or different to how they instructed you?' If she can get it clear in her head that might do some good, also I'm curious to know how I stack up.

[Seraphina]

A quick nod, “I usually get my sparring time in at the boxing gym.” It was a more controlled environment.

“I offered to bring the one in my gym next time.” She’d just have to hire some guys to move it, which was easy enough to do.

Translucent hands were held up, “I came to learn some basics, not sure I’ll be sparring with anyone tonight. It’s been years since I’ve sparred with another Lost, and I’m not completely over what happened. So I’ll just stick with learning to throw a punch and how to put force behind it. I’ll also take exercises I can do at home too, so I can keep practicing.” Sure, she knew Fawkes hadn’t meant to hurt her, but the problems it caused, the time in the hospital, it was still kind of fresh to her. Looking to Kray, “I mean, if that’s ok.” She wanted basics right now. “I’m not worried about getting hurt, it happens.” And she really wasn’t. But the anger and fear she had seen in Rhodes that day still haunted her, and made her scared to try sparring with another Lost again.

Chuckling, “Wouldn’t that be something!” enjoying her little joke. “Well, you have a lot more strength than those I’ve been taught by before, that’s for damn sure. One was all about technique, and wanted me to get that down before teaching how to put power behind it. So yeah, completely different.”

[Vincent Black]

Vincent smirks, "I can do a lot, I am a hunter." Vincent steps up to the make shift bag, "If you don't mind though I can show you the moves I do have."

failure

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2024-02-17 18:27:55	Vincent Black rolls 5 to to Attack (Close Combat5 Lethal) (10 Again)	5, 6, 3, 4, 2	failure

Vincent feels the rust as he attempts a combination hit on the big. "Dang I knew I was rusty in hitting a bag but this is ridiculous" Vincent says with a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

[Kray]

He shakes his head. He hadn't been planning on sparring with the spring sovereign. She'd be down way to fast. 'Uh. No, no need to spar if you don't want to'. Eventually it would be good for her, but not until she's confident enough to do so. 'Hm. For now just practice punching through like I showed you.' He pauses wondering how much advise to give. What's to little and what's over doing it? Settling on More. 'Hm. There is technique to this. Proper use of force is not just swinging haymakers and screaming.' It wasn't fighting angry. Hoped I should that by not hollering myself when I punched. 'It's about getting your full weight into a punch and aiming somewhere behind your target to keep the punch moving.' Explaining the rules of momentum would have been better but Kray isn't a scientist he just understands the punching element. 'You want to give that a try?' She already knows how to throw a punch so no need to explain that bit. He want to see how she did before recommending improvements and exercises.

Turning to the hunterheart next. 'Ah. Don't worry about its what this is for.' His claws look like they could hurt regardless. 'Uh. We can spar if you want however ...' And it was a rather large however. 'You saw me picking the bag up right? That's from when I punched it. It flew.' Not many choose to get hit by me. 'Uh. So I do just want to say blanket apologies for any injuries caused. agreed?' One misplaced punch or strike from those claws could be really nasty so best get that established first. 'And I didn't bring gloves.' This would have to be bare fisted.

[Seraphina]

Nodding as she listened, she looks to the bag then back to the giant.

“Sure.” She tries to focus her punch on something beyond the bag, like he said, and putting her weight into it. Thing is? She doesn’t have much weight, so what she ends up throwing wasn’t much. While it was frustrating, she wasn’t surprised. Instead of a frown, there was a look of determination, this wasn’t someone who was deterred by failure.

failure

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2024-02-18 10:15:51	Seraphina rolls 5 to Punch?(Str+Brl) (10 Again)	1, 5, 1, 5, 6	failure

“Ok, so I need to practice that more.” Looking from the bag to Kray, “Any advice for how to improve on that?” truly wanting his advice.

[Vincent Black]

Vincent realized after his failed attempt that Kray was worried about hurting them. "Hey man sparring is more than learning how to hit different opponents, its also learning how to get hit bu different opponents. So if you hurt me it is what happens. But I have fought others that are as big as you, in a time before I was here as well as when hunting down mortals for bounties. So the fear of getting hit is not a thing."