fandomhighdorms | Gym [Monday Night]

Bridge comes in to the gym after Tactics of War and starts to set up for the Fight Club meeting. Which doesn't actually require any setting up at all, really, apart from picking a discarded pair of boxing gloves up off the sparring mats.

"Hey, dudes!" Bridge says once everyone's arrived. "So... I'm sure you're wondering just what the point of this club is. So I'm gonna try and explain what I had in mind. I figure there's probably two groups of people here- those of us who want to use this as a time to keep up skills we already have, and those who have some knowledge of self-defense but want to get a little more experience with offensive fighting. Teamwork is an important part of this club- it's not just going to be one-on-one sparring- because let's face it, life isn't always that fair. Sometimes we'll be evenly matched. Sometimes we'll have a smaller group against a much larger one. Learning to co-ordinate with your teammates, when to follow orders and when to give them- that's what I hope to work on with everyone here. Sound good?" He asks.

"Now... since my announcement of tonight's meeting was sort of last minute, I realise not everyone might be prepared to jump right in to fighting today. So all we'll do tonight is introductions. Names and some sort of vague general background information about why you're here."

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Alphonse lifted his arm up, catching Edward's leg with the back of his arm, then quickly slid his arm under his leg and thrust upwards in an attempt to flip him over.

Edward tumbled when Alphonse released his leg and rolled himself into a crouch, shooting his left leg out and attempting to sweep Alphonse's legs out from under him.

Alphonse managed to jump out of the way only seconds before Edward kicked at his feet; he still stumbled backwards, but quickly regained his posture, spinning to make a kick towards his head.

This time Edward blocked the kick with his right arm, letting some of the force behind it slide him across the mat. Having stopped the momentum of the kick he sprang forwards, flipping himself upright and aiming a kick solidly for Alphonse's shoulders.

Alphonse inwardly winced as his leg connected with Edward's automail arm-- kicking right into human flesh was one thing, but kicking right into a hunk of metal was definitely something he wasn't used to. As Edward aimed for his shoulders again, Alphonse was distracted from the slight pain in his leg and tried to dodge it, yet the kick made it to the edge of his right shoulder. He fell backwards, but quickly fliped over on his hands and sprang himself back up, aiming a punch at Edward's abdomen.

Edward was anticipating another kick and he folded in on himself, trying to evade the punch and not quite making it. He staggered back, all the air in his lung coming out in a big "whoomph!"

"And you were the one trying to go easy on me," Alphonse teased, holding his position. He rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand. "You okay?"

Edward sucked a breath in, unfolding himself and rubbing his stomach slightly, keeping one hand up in position. "Damn, Al! All right, the kid gloves are off!" He lunged forward, dropping his shoulder and aiming a left hook for Alphonse.

Alphonse caught Edward's fist with his right hand, twisting his arm downwards to flip him over, then swung his left leg at his right to kick Edward at his side.

Edward slammed into the mat and rolled once, ending up on his stomach. "DammitfuckingHELL," he snarled into the mat, before pushing himself up and glaring at Alphonse sulkily.

Alphonse laughed, grinning at Edward with a smug look. "Were you still going easy on me, Brother?"

"Bite me, Al," Edward growled, rubbing his head. "At least you didn't throw me into a fuckin' tree this time. One of these days I'm gonna BEAT YOU."

"Whatever you say," Alphonse taunted, offering a hand to Edward and still grinning. "I think that's about enough for tonight. And hey," he shook a finger determinly at Edward. "I'm always open, if you want to try to settle the score."

Edward accepted the hand, letting Al help pull him to his feet. "Little brother or not I WILL beat your head in someday," Edward vowed.

That said, Ed slung his automail arm over Al's shoulders. "My dignity is bruised, Al. Buy me a drink?" He makes puppy-dog eyes at his sibling.

"A drink?" Alphonse quirked an eyebrow. "You can just get water for free from one of the fountains, you know."

Edward snorted at him as they wandered off the mat. "Al, bro, I think there's a little thing we need to introduce you to. S'called vodka..."

Gym [Monday Night] - Fight Club

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