The Gym - Friday Morning

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Peter had woken up later than expected, but he figured he might as well get a good start to the day.  Not finding anyone in the gym, he began punching the heavy bag using quick but forceful strikes.  Jab-Jab-cross, jab-jab-right hook, cross-cross-cross.

He was wearing his nametag prominently displayed.  It said "English Peter" in boldly marked letters.



OOC - Open for all your gym needs.  I might end up on slowplay for a bit

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Me neither." He grimaced, thinking about memories he really wished he could forget. "I know I never want to go back there."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Seeing the grimace, Peter groped for a subject change. Saluting Dean with his sword, he asked "shall we spar? Or maybe you should warm up a bit first."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'm good," Dean said, grinning and saluting with his own sword. "Let's do it."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter grinned back and assumed an attack position. He slid to the right, then moved along the diagonal, aiming to strike across Dean's chest as he went by.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean saw Peter's strike coming and got his sword up in time to parry it, the shock of contact sending vibrations down his arm. Watching Peter's eyes to try and guess his next move, Dean disengaged his sword and stepped to the side and turned, letting his momentum carry through as he swung his sword at the shoulder of Peter's sword arm.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter bounced back out of the way of Dean's sword as he brought his sword back up to a defensive posture. He backed up another step or two before circling around to the left. Rushing in, Peter made a feint at Dean's head before throwing his real slice towards the midsection.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean ducked and twisted, managing -barely - to get his torso out of the way of Peter's sword. Off balance, he stumbled a step or two, but recovered quickly enough to not give any free shots. He turned back to face Peter, circling warily, holding his sword at ready, looking for an opening.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter had moved back again to give Dean a chance to recover. He began to spiral inward sending his sword on exploratory strikes to see where Dean's weaknesses lay.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean parried the cautious strikes, watching through narrowed eyes. He tried to get a sense of the pattern of Peter's moves. He thought that he was beginning to see one and tried a strike of his own that would hopefully be timed to get past Peter's defense.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter parried the strike a bit awkwardly with the guard of his sword. Turning quickly, he crossed the diagonal again and used a low feint/high strike combination which sent his attack towards Dean's upper ribcage.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean saw the sword coming and twisted but wasn't quite able to get fully out of the way. He grunted as Peter's sword caught him a glancing blow along the ribs.

"Not bad."

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"Nor you. I wasn't much fond of using that guard block."

Peter moved back on the balls of his feet, waiting for Dean's attack.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean circled Peter slowly, taking his time making his move. He waited patiently for the first sign of weakness that he could make use of.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter continued to dance around Dean. "You know the purpose of this is to actually attack, right?" he joked.

As they continued to move, Dean might notice Peter was favoring his right knee a bit causing his guard to fall a bit lower than optimal.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean feinted low and to the side in such a way that to defend Peter would have to put his weight on his right knee, then lightning fast struck high, aiming just above Peter's collarbone.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter dropped onto his knees and attempted to roll out of Dean's reach. He had reason to be pleased they were using practice blades as he ducked a bit too slowly and received a glancing blow to the top of this head.

Coming to his feet, Peter rushed right back towards Dean and attempted a slash to the lower ribcage.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean jumped back enough that Peter's sword just barely missed him. He immediately moved forward, swinging his sword at Peter's legs.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter parried the blow and immediately brought his sword up towards Dean's mid-chest.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean didn't quite make it entirely out of the way and the tip of the sword skittered across his chest. "Okay, that would've been messy," he said, picturing how many stitches it would've taken to close a cut as long as that would've been.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

"It's just cane - you'd end up with a bruise, but the rattan usually breaks before it actually hurts you. Not that there isn't padding over there that we probably should have put on."


Peter took a step or two back and stood fully balanced and in a defensive posture as he waited.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I was thinking about if it had been real," Dean said, bearing his teeth in a wolfish grin. He took one step forward and then started a flurry of attacks, trying to overwhelm Peter's defenses.


[[OOC- No problem. I had the shirtless thread to keep me busy. ;)]]

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter parried Dean's flurry, impressed at his speed. Finally, one strike slipped past his guard to land on the shoulder of Peter's sword arm. Taking advantage of the fact that Dean's sword seemed to be in a bit of an awkward position, Peter stepped in and, with a heavy blow, sent his sword towards Dean's midsection.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean tried to get his sword around in time, but just wasn't fast enough and took the force of most of the blow in the stomach. It knocked the breath out of him with an "Oof!" and he stepped back and held up his hand to call a halt when he got it back.

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter stepped back, sword lowered. "You okay?" He looked concerned.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean nodded. "Fine," he wheezed, managing to finally straighten up and get something like a full breath into his lungs. He let out a wheezy laugh. "Dad always tells me that I let my guard down when I get aggressive. Think you just helped prove his point."