fandomhighdorms | Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

"Hey, guys," said Zack once people seemed more or less assembled for today's reserves meeting. "Since we're working on getting involved in some more in-depth exercises in the future, I thought that maybe keeping it simple today would be for the best. You more or less know one another by now, I think, but do you know how the other people here in the group work?" He grinned a bit, and then shrugged. "Unarmed sparring. Grab a partner and go at it. Don't do anything to seriously hurt your partner, though. I want to see you going for grabs and holds and light contact, but not force. We want our crew in one piece, here. And if someone does get hurt, come see me. I have potions, or else I can help haul your butt to the clinic."

The look that he was wearing was one of those very serious looks that suggested that he would be very displeased if it came down to hauling anyone's butt to the clinic, okay. And considering the bouncy puppy that he was a semester ago, it probably seemed all the more severe if you happened to know Zack.

"Before we get started, I want to announce the other two leaders who will be stepping up to help me lead the group. Jak and Kennedy both have some excellent ideas about further training exercises, and they've both agreed to take leadership roles here, and so if you see them be sure to give them a pat on the back, or at least a little respect, okay?"

Whatever your idea of respect was.

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Hey, Squall's gunblade wasn't THAT much lighter than the Buster Sword. Well, maybe a little.

"All right, then," Squall answered, as he leaped forward to try to grapple with Zack. "Surprise me."

Zack planted his feet into the ground and braced himself to meet that grapple head-on, leading with a shoulder and reaching for Squall's arms. Hey, if he wanted to be like that, who was Zack to disappoint?

"That can probably be arranged, man!"

Cocky, Zack?

Squall locked arms with Zack and attempted to push him over just with brute force. "Not surprised yet," he grunted.

"Well, ditto here." Zack wasn't totally surprised, at least. But he had to admit, Squall was stronger than he'd expected at a glance. Still and all, brute force wasn't going to knock down a SOLDIER 1st class easily, and he could dish out brute force in spades, himself.

And maybe a foot to the shin, for good measure. Nobody said he had to play nice, just gentle.

Oh, they were kicking shins, now? Squall glared at Zack. Well, fine, then. If he wanted to play dirty, they'd play dirty. Squall reared back and tried to slam his forehead into Zack's.

(Take THAT!)

Which... Got Zack's eyes to cross a little, sure, but he was made of pretty resilient stuff. Once he was more or less certain that he wasn't suffering a concussion, he'd even get right back into the swing of things.

By throwing all of his weight, hard, in the direction that Squall had been trying to toss him in the first place, hoping to pull him off-balance in the process.

Squall, for his part, was discovering that that was a bad move to do when you had a semi-recent scar on your forehead. Ow.

When he found himself flying off-balance, he tightened his grip and threw his weight into the fall, trying to pull Zack with him.

This would be an excellent time ~~to hit the square button~~ for a barrel roll, grabbing onto Squall and all, wouldn't it? If Zack went along with the pull like so, then twisted around and hit the ground shoulder first while kicking his leg up, if he timed it right then he'd be able to get up on top of Squall, hopefully to pin him to the ground! And if he didn't, well...

He hoped he didn't, but that was the stuff that improvisation came from, wasn't it?

Given that Squall was attempting to do pretty much the same thing, it wasn't really going to work out well for either of them. When he landed on his back, Squall tried to keep the momentum of the roll going, so that Zack would be the one to find himself pinned.

"Still not surprised," he said, as he tried to catch his breath.

Zack... Was, in fact, pinned. And blinking up at Squall while wondering to himself how the hell that happened.

"Still ditto, here," he decided. And now he was throwing his forehead forward in an effort to knock heads yet again. While, at the same time, bringing his knee up quick and hard toward Squall's back. Why limit himself to mutual concussions, right?

Squall grunted in pain and released his grip. "OW."

Fine, then, brute force wasn't going to work. He tried to roll away from Zack and stand up. He would have had a better plan, but his scar was throbbing.

Zack was totally going to let him go, kicking his legs up and then rolling back so that he could throw himself to his feet in the process.

"... New scar, huh?" Yeah, he could relate with that one. "Sorry, man. I'll leave it alone from here on in."

"A few months old," Squall confirmed, as he also climbed to his feet. "But don't go easy on me -- I can take whatever you dish out."

Zack nodded, and then tapped the one on his jaw. "Month and a half. Almost two."

Entirely because it levelled out the playing field, somewhat, yes. And Zack liked a fair fight in situations like this.

"But like you said? Don't bother going easy on me, either."

And now he was running at Squall with a fist aimed for his guts. There was no sense holding back now, was there?

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