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Gym, early Saturday

It was very early on Saturday morning, so hopefully there wouldn't be anybody else around in the gym. She needed to work out some frustration, preferably without being recognized by more people she had never seen before in her life.

She pulled out the mats, laying them down at a decent distance from each other, then stepped onto on one and thought for a moment.

Back-in, full out...

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"Stick-the-sword-in-the-other-guy, mostly," Joxer said. "But my hands are lethal weapons. Self-taught." He put his hands on his hips and looked very smug. "They don't call me Joxer the Mighty for nothing."

Parker grinned, and then swaggered forward a little. "The Mighty-- what? Care to prove it?"

"Prove it?" Joxer popped his neck in what he hoped was a manly fashion. "I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that." Parker was feeling highly entertained. "I'm tough. Ask anyone. My name's Parker, by the way."

The name clicked instantly in his head. Rory had definitely used the word 'scary' to describe Parker.

But no way he'd let on he was scared, no way.

"Well, Parker, what's the rules for a fair fight in these days?"

"No hits below the belt. We use the padding; I'm sure your armor can take some hits--" Or not. "--but I don't have any. First one to call time or to hit the mat. No biting, no mortal or maiming strikes. I don't know what you're used to, but we usually stick to kicks, punches and holds. That work for you?"

"Padding?" Joxer asked, looking around. "So, like, something that'll make sure I can't rip you apart with my bare hands?"

Parker's eyes narrowed. "Something like that." She bounced on her toes, then walked over to where the padding was stored. "Helmet. Braces. Gloves. Need any help putting it on?"

"Hey, I've dressed myself for plenty of years," Joxer said, pulling off his own helmet and gauntlets. "I warn you, I'm the son of a warlord."

"Reeeeeeeally." It was probably a sign of maturity that she only wanted to humiliate him a *little* bit. "Then by all means. Tell me when you're ready."

Joxer finished pulling on the pads. "I was born ready," Joxer said, putting up his fists.

"So was I," Parker drawled. Then she started to circle him. No real defenses. No idea how to stand... this wasn't going to be much of a challenge. Ah, well.

She threw her first punch, waiting for him to react.

Joxer moves his body with perfect reflexes...

...in order to take the fist right in the face. He winced and shook his head. "Okay, you get one free hit, but that's it."

He retalitated with a wild swing, with no real aim to it at all.

Parker dodge it easily, then lazily circled him in the other direction. It was pretty obvious that he had no idea what he was doing. She kicked out, a deliberate feint to his left, and then smiled, bringing up her elbow toward his gut. "And I appreciate it, Joxer."

Joxer took the elbow to his gut and staggered back. He coughed and rubbed his stomach for a moment. "You sure are a tricky one," he said, putting a smile on his face to hide his pain. "But I'm done playing, now." He moved forward with a couple clumsy jabs.

Parker grinned. "Thanks! And yeah, why play?" At least he wasn't getting sullen or furious yet. Hope for him in terms of attitude, if he could cut the crap.

She danced away from the jabs, blocked another, leading him backward, then said, "When we can fight?"

Punch-kick-punch-kick, jab, *punch*. All of them avoidable, if he just backed off or called time--

--or all of them could land, because that's kind of what happens when you're braver than you are smart. The last punch staggered him, and he collapsed backwards, onto the mat.

"Ow," he said, grabbing his jaw.

Parker put her hands on her hips, exasperated but slightly amused. "Okay. Time. And I win. And damnit, Joxer, that is not the way you fight people when you don't have to. Are you okay?"

Joxer rubbed his jaw and nodded. "Yeah, nothing Jett never did to me," he said. He then smiled a bit, and looked up at Parker.

"You ever thought about being a warlord?"

Parker grinned. "It's been suggested." She stripped off her gloves and offered him a hand. "But I hear the hours are crap."

"Yeah, it's a job you have to live," Joxer said, taking Parker's hand so he could get to his feet.

"I'm guessing it has a tendency to make you kind of cranky, judging from my dad."

"And judging from the one warlord I've met, I'd say you're right." Parker shook her head. "Go put some ice on your jaw, guy. And next time? Yell when you're in over your head. You can't learn everything if you're seeing stars every time you start to fight."

Joxer nodded. "I can get some from that big white vendy machine thing in the common room," he said. "But about being over my head?"

He blushed, which might not have been so visible thanks to how flushed he was already. "Right now, that's a constant situation."

Parker rolled her eyes, then patted him on the shoulder. "It gets better. Especially if you ask for help." She cocked her head, then rolled her eyes. "If you want, I can show you some basic fighting stuff. Just the basics. I'm not a good teacher. But I'd hate to see you faceplant on the mat *every* day."

Joxer nodded. "Things have gotten a lot faster since the time I came from," he said. "So a fresh start might do me good." He smirked a little and pressed his luck.

"You know, you're not a scary as Rory made me think you were."

Gym, early Saturday

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