Gym, Saturday afternoon

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Walter and the punching bag were having a meaningful dialogue this afternoon. Through the power of creative visualization, he was working out a few hostilities on people who weren't there to know he was hitting them in the face.

One man's not-so-latent hostility was another man's therapy?

[ooc: Open as such dormy things will be.]

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Tyler came in and started putting himself through a set of crunches, hard and fast, barely glancing at Walter.

At first.

Eventually, he was watching him.

"That looks very therapeutic," he noted.

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"Quite," Walter said with a grunt as he landed particularly vicious blow on Chad's face the bag.

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Tyler did another crunch and paused. "If you want to hit a person,it's been way too long since I sparred," he offered.

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For a moment, Walter considered begging off on the basis that he was really in a violent mood, but this was Tyler, who, from observation, wasn't going to be put off by that.

"Right. I can do that. I'll just give you a minute to get warmed up if you want."

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Tyler had been in a violent mood of his own since his little conversation with Bridge on Thursday; if anything, he would welcome one in Walter.

He stretched, threw a few shadow punches, and swiveled to loosen his hips before turning to Walter, dropped in a fighter's crouch. "Ready when you are."

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While Tyler stretched, Walter slipped the rings off his fingers and tucked them in his pockets. Hitting the bag with them on was one thing, hitting Tyler in a spar, another.

He left the bag and joined Tyler, waiting until they both seemed ready before throwing a fast jab at his ribs. They'd sparred before, so he didn't start slow as he might have otherwise.

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The jab hit and stung. It felt good.

Tyler danced back a step, then returned an equally fast punch to Walter's upper chest.

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Walter gave with the punch enough to keep from having the wind knocked out of him, if not to keep it from hurting, which was what he was looking for.

He reciprocated with a blow aimed at Tyler's shoulder to weaken the other boy's next punch.

This spar might be inelegant, but it was already satisfying.

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Tyler managed to duck and swivel enough that the shoulder blow glanced off of him. But Walter still hit hard, so his arm was slightly weakened.

He stretched it behind him and aimed a roundhouse kick at Walter's knees, trying to knock him to the ground.

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Walter brought his leg up to block the kick with his shin. Another bruise in the making, but knees are valuable.

He snapped a hand down to grab the leg he'd just blocked, intending to pull Tyler off balance.

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Tyler tumbled to his knees and elbows, a glint in his eye. He punched at Walter's lower leg from that position,then scrambled to his feet.

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Walter hissed through his teeth as the muscle in his leg spasmed in reaction to the blow, putting most of his weight on his other foot.

Without proper leverage, the blow he threw at Tyler's head didn't have much force behind it, but he was mostly looking to buy a bit of time until his muscle unclenched.

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Tyler reached up a forearm to block Walter's blow, managing to deflect it so his wrist took most of it. He felt the bruise forming, but knew it wouldn't bother him soon enough.

With his weaker right arm, he sent a punch at Walter's jaw.

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Walter pivoted on his good foot to swivel out of the path of Tyler's fist and stumble-stepped back when his other leg refused to fully support his weight.

He threw up a hand to try to catch Tyler's arm for a throw using his backward momentum.