Jack was sitting in the park on a bench currently looking at a bush, he seemd to be looking at the flowers that were slowly getting dark and more sriveled.
Jack touched the flowers and sighed.
"Well this is a pitty."
Jack was sitting in the park on a bench currently looking at a bush, he seemd to be looking at the flowers that were slowly getting dark and more sriveled.
Jack touched the flowers and sighed.
"Well this is a pitty."
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"What's a pity, son?" The voice comes from over the top of Jack as he looks at the flowers. A large-set man wearing a police uniform stands nearby observing the flowers also. He has the distinct smell of stale coffee on his breath.
Across the park walks what some would call a myth. Out of the fogs of war and shadows of the past. He wears the Armor and head piece of a warrior who fell on the fields of Thermopylae. The Spartan walks to what would be volley ball court but the net is taken down. he takes the staff in his hand and draws a circle into the sand.
The Spartan walks into the center of the ring and drops to one knee. With the Spear leaned on his shoulder he bows his head. After a few moments he stands and begins going through a form. His staff arm is perfectly steady, no dip or shake.
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"What the hell!?" the cop remarks looking over towards the volleyball court and seeing the man with a spear and a staff on public display, one of the two being brandished without a care. Leaving Jack alone once again, the heavy-set officer begins to move a fast as his legs could carry him while keeping a reluctant air, apparently not getting paid enought for this shit. Hand hovering near his sidearm, the cop clears his throat and calls to Spartan, his voice a litle shakey.
"SIR! I NEED YOU TO SLOWLY LOWER THE WEAPON TO THE GROUND AND STEP AWAY!"
To the police officer, assuming he isn't a changling or can see through the mask, the office sees a man dressed in a black martial arts uniform. Similar to a Akido uniform with its heavy weighted fabric. Spartan does as instructed. Setting the staff and spear on the ground and stepping away his hands splayed wide. In his accented English Spartan says, "Is there a problem officer." His voice is cold and harsh as one who has breathed death.
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The cop doesn't move his hand away from his holster but does seem to relax slightly, and lowers his voice also.
"What are you doing with the weapons, sir? It looks quite dangerous from where I was standing."
Spartan looks to the police officer. "This is no dangerous then a Mop Handle." Spartan says tapping the staff with his foot. "And this..." Spartan pushed the spear toward the police officer, "is a martial arts tool. I am training."
Jack looked around surprised since he thought he heared someone say something then he looked over to the volleyball courts to see a police officer looking very nervous at an ogre with a spear and a....broom handle.
Jack walked up to watch.
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The cop seemed a little out of his league....and breath. It was a running joke that he had failed every fitness test in the last 7 years but still, that's what you carry a gun for, right?
"Training, huh? And what is it you, er, train?"
"Sojutsu, Its a Spear based Martial Art." The muscled man explains as he looks down to the portly officer.
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