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Martial Arts Club, Monday

Billy had staked out part of the gym as usual. The difference today? He was done with that taking it easy crap! Yay!

"Good news for all you with pent up aggression." he said, displaying the punching bags and various practice dummies. "Look, things you can beat up without consequences. Though if you break them you might have to pay for them."

[Open as usual. ~~Stay tuned for~~ OCD is up.]

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In the manner of your defeated enemies. Namely: Collapse!

Sky Tate

Hoshi Sato

Sokka

Andros

Adam Park

Billy can spot you on the bag, or the stationary tackling dummy things are available.

Sky was happy he'd thought to bring his boxing gloves today. He wasn't feeling particularly aggressive, but was in the mood for a good workout.

Sokka was MORE than happy to beat the snot out of the dummy-things. A lot.

This may be the wrong week for the tackling dummy, as Hoshi was rather Zen'd out from a weekend of Vulcan meditation. Still, she took the opportunity to practice.

Andros wasn't feeling all that aggressive at the moment but he still went to have a go against the tackling dummy.

Billy's eager for a bit of this after so long of not being allowed to.

Sokka looked around for a partner. "Who's ready for some SOKKIZATION?!?!?!"

"I'm almost afraid to ask, but what, pray tell, is Sokkization?"

"That's when I beat your HEAD in with my FISTS!!! Keeeeeee-YAH!"

Billy managed not to snicker. "Well all right then, let's see what you've got."

Sokka let out a wild battle cry as he rushed at Billy.

He knew that Billy was a ninja, and he was probably outmatched. Which is why his first real attack, after a couple of feints, was a good solid kick aimed at the fake shin, trying to knock off the prosthetic.

Which was a good plan, but the prosthetic had been designed with combat in mind, and Billy was quite practiced at having it in a fight. Now if they were going skiing that would have been a different story.

The kick connected, but failed to knock Billy off balance. He countered with a round house kick with his real foot at Sokka's midsection.

Sokka gasped as the wind was knocked out of him, and flew backwards. He did have the presence of mind to try to grab Billy's ankle as he went down, though.

Billy felt the boy snag his ankle, and dropped down, catching himself on his hands, rolling back to pull himself out of Sokka's grasp.

Hey, he'd snagged the ankle, and that was the important thing. Gave him time to sit on his butt and catch his breath while Billy was also on the floor.

After a moment he hopped up again -- not recovered, not by a long shot, but getting there -- and started circling, looking for an opening.

Billy likewise got to his feet and smiled at Sokka. "Nice plan there, with the leg." he complimented him.

"Plans are what I do," Sokka replied cockily. He circled some more, trying to get around behind Billy, or, failing that, waiting for him to make the next move.

Billy decided to try for a leg sweep to see what Sokka would do.

Sokka'd jump, that's what he'd do. And aim a roundhouse kick at Billy's shoulder.

Away from which Billy would roll, kick back up to his feet, and aim a punch for Sokka's shoulder.

Sokka spun forward, trying to dodge around the punch, but only succeeding in catching it as a glancing blow across the chest. At the same time, he used the motion to throw a wild punch of his own at Billy's face.

Billy blocked the punch, and went for an arm lock.

Who seems kinda grouchy a lot of the time.

Not grouchy. Just ~~hungover~~ bored.

Maybe he'd feel better if he got to ~~beat up~~ spar with some of the kids.

Because unless they are evil, ninjas don't want the world to end.

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