Camp Gym, Friday lunchtime

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Tyler sat on a mat and stretched, trying to warm up all of his muscles. he was still feeling a little off-balance from his cold, but he figured that just made it a fairer fight.

He bounced on the balls of his feet, happy to be sparring again.

[OOC: Mostly for Blair, but open.]

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Blair bounced into the gym and grinned at Tyler. "Hey there, man. Are you feeling better? I brought some herbal tea that I made from roots to help with your cold, but you should probably drink it after the fight cause it might make you sleepy. You should probably be careful where you swim from now on, lots of places are polluted and you might have gotten contaminated and not just a cold. Which would suck, maybe we should make a petition to clean up Fandom's waterways."

Oddly enough, the babbling was not from nerves, he was normally this way.

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Tyler couldn't follow about 2/3 of that. He decided to try to take it one point at a time. "Thanks for the ta. After the fight is perfect. And I don't think it was where we swam, I think it was just chilly."

He shot a feral grin at Blair. "You ever done anything like this before?"

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"Fighting? Not really." Blair shook his head and moved closer to the mat. No use being scared of it now. "Angel taught me how to defend myself against people bigger than me...which is pretty much everybody. But it was less about offensive and more about how to get out and then run away."

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Tyler chuckled slightly. "That's the best thing to start with, if you only know a little."

He rubbed his chin. "Want to take off your shoes and put some padding on?" hHe never used it, usually, but with someone this raw...

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"Does our bargin still hold if I do that?" Blair dropped to the floor and removed his shoes but hesitated before grabbing the padding. "I don't want to cheat."

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"A lot of people use padding when they spar," Tyler told him. "And yeah. Bargain holds even if you encase yourself in a spacesuit."

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"Crap, should have brought my spare then." Blair grinned and preceded to put padding. With a shrug, he dug through his backpack and put on the helmet he had worn during his sessions with Angel. "Okay man, I'm ready. Hit me."

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Tyler went for the obvious. "While you're wearing a bicycle helmet."

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"To protect my brain." Blair was pretty sure that was obvious. "Do you want me to find one for you? I'm sure the school has some lying around."

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"I think I can risk my brain," Tyler said, though he wondered if Blair had a point, and patted his head self-consciously. "Doesn't it bug you when it rubs against your head?"

He went to his corner of the mat and got into fight stance. "You can have first swing."

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"It's sorta itchy." Blair shrugged. "But massive head tramua bugs me more."

"Okay...first swing. I can do that. No problem, man. Just, you know, getting ready." Blair bounced nervously then closed his eyes and swung his right hand towards Tyler.

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"I've never given anyone massive head trauma," Tyler promised.

The fist whizzed by Tyler's left ear. "Eyes open, Blair," he said, aiming a punch at Blair's stomach. "Helps you hit."

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"Oofh!" Blair caught the blow in his stomach and winced. "It might help me hit but it doesn't do anything for my karma." Despite that, he peeked open one eye and aimed for Tyler's jaw.

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The fist barely brushed the side of Tyler's chin.

"Karma doesn't count," he grunted out, getting into the dance. The punched, hard, at Blair's chest, trying to get him to give up quickly.

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"Says someone who has to be fought into meditating." Blair grunted as he tried to sidestep the punch and ended up taking it on his shoulder. "Ow."

Tyler was bigger, faster and better at fighting so Blair tried not throwing a punch. He darted forward to shove him.

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"Tried visualization before," Tyler said, letting the shove carry him back, then turning that momentum into a kick to the side of Blair's leg. "Lotta penguins."

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"Probably a symbol of isolation and..." Blair hit the mat and scrambled backwards to give himself room to stand. "Desire to be involved in a large family group." He aimed a punch for Tyler's side and tried to stamp on his foot at the same time.

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"Thank you.." Tyler grunted as the punch connected, quickly scooting the foot out of Blair's way.. Being stamped on hurt.

"Dr. Sandburg," he finished, shoving out at Blair's right arm with both hands.

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"Sorry, man, did I hurt you?" Blair was totally shocked that the punch landed and was completely unprepared for the arm shoving. He fell back and approached Tyler more warily, keeping his fists in front of his face. Maybe he could get away with only defending himself for the rest of the time.

"So what am I supposed to learn about myself while fighting?"

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Tyler shook it off. "What you can teake. What you can give. Who you are when all the stuff doesn't matter." He perfectly aimed a punch at the center of Blair;s chest. "The animal inside."

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Blair grunted as the punch connected and stepped back, trying to squeeze air into his lungs. "Okay." He wheezed and shook his head. "What if there's no animal there?"

He moved up to face Tyler again, bouncing.

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"There's always an animal," Tyler told him.

And they were talking way too much, so maybe his move to grab Blair's arm and flip him to the ground was a little slower than the ideal.

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Even a less than ideal move was still faster than Blair could counter and he found himself laying on his back and staring at Tyler. "Okay. Ow. What's your animal?"

He moved to get up and groaned loudly. "How many minutes has it been?"

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"Tiger," Tyler lied. It was always penguins.

He checked his watch, stepping back. "Two minutes and 28 seconds." He was almost impressed.

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"I can keep going." Blair grunted as he stood, trying to convince himself. He raised his hands again and faced Tyler. "What sort of animal is in me?"