Old man slapfight

[fiberoptic]

Who: A mad dog and a spool of wire, +1 heckler
Where: Vid room
When: Day 1, evening
What: Geezers sparring

[Look at this perfectly good vid room that wasn't used by anyone. Someone had to break it in, and it might as well be for a sparring session. That was the only kind of scenario Wire was interested in playing out, anyway. The location didn't really matter, he just let it randomize an open spot that made sense for fighting. What they ended up with: a shady back alley at night, primed for some bare knuckle street fighting.

Wire cracked his one good hand and surveyed their new surroundings.]

Ground rules?

Comments

[grandschemed]

Ya think I could pull a weapon on ya in this place?

[ it's less a joke and more genuine curiosity, as he's somewhat distracted by their surroundings. he doesn't have his memories but he has enough of a sense that -- this isn't anything he's seen before, being able to be ... transported, or having the space transformed around him. it's caught his attention more than any of the other weirdness of this place so far but at the same time it feels familiar, the setting in and of itself.

he's already limbering up, though, shaking out his arms. ]

[fiberoptic]

If you do, I'm gonna return the favour.

[He's gonna count off his terms on his fingers.] We're gonna have to buy first aid with our own points, so no stabbing. Tap out at any time. And nothing's personal, unless you decide t'break those rules.

[grandschemed]

I'm not gonna be usin' a knife even if I were pullin' a weapon on ya, so don't worry about that.

[ he changes his stance some, leg shifting forward, fists raising. ]

[fiberoptic]

[The sentai scarf around his neck is coming off, and Wire's wrapping it around his knuckles. When that's done, he shifts so that his right side faced closer to his opponent, taking a loosely defensive stance.]

Whenever you're ready, then.

[grandschemed]

[ it was a supreme oversight he didn't have a scarf or anything cool to wrap around his knuckles but at least he has his jacket for if he hits the ground. in the back of his mind the traits he's supposed to play up for this are going but really - - that's not his main focus at the moment, he'll figure it out.

he takes the invitation; he doesn't remember any specifics about fighting but there's something to be said for his reflexes, and it doesn't take a seasoned fighter to recognize his opponent's weakness, the arm to match for Majima's eye.

he steps forward more towards that left side, aiming a right handed hook for his face. ]

[fiberoptic]

[The curve of the swing was inching in on Wire's weak side, but the drawback of a hook right out the gate was it took longer for the swing to connect than a simple jab would've. The old man brought his fist up to guard his face, turning out of its way just enough that it only clipped him.

Right now, he wasn't focused on the attack. Only pivoting so that his left side stayed on the opposite side of where Majima could reach, and guarding so the damage from being punched was minimal. Without two hands, it made it impossible to keep a defense up while attacking, so he had to watch for an opening.]

[grandschemed]

[ his fist clips Wire's and again the sensation is familiar, flesh impacting flesh, in a way that has a smile curving his lips without him even realizing it. he's spotted that Wire is on the defensive at the moment and he wants to wear at that, give him no choice but to retaliate - - there's a step forward and there is a faster jab this time, again with his right fist towards that left side. ]

[fiberoptic]

[There was no time to get out of the way, the younger man simply had the upper hand on him when it came to bursts of speed. At most Wire could only keep his weak arm flat against his torso to buffer the hit. That didn't lessen the stab of pain in his atrophied flesh, though - the old man sucked in a hiss of breath, trying to block it out.

Use it. If he had to take pain for every opening he got, then he had to make sure he hit like a truck.

Putting his whole body behind the blow, he threw his punch at Majima's bare midsection like a battering ram.]

[maxxximumeffort]

YEAH!!! HIT HIM IN THE T-REX ARM AGAIN

[grandschemed]

[ he wasn't expecting a peanut gallery when he agreed to this.


despite his muscle, he's not exactly the bulkiest sort of guy especially compared to Wire -- having just landed a hit means he was expecting Wire to just focus on blocking again and the full-weighted punch does take him by surprise. it hits bare flesh since Majima ingeniously didn't bother to take a shirt from the closet and winds him for a moment, breath rushing out, and he curls some but he has enough presence of mind to take a quick step back to try to get enough room to recover, eying Wire more carefully now. ]

[maxxximumeffort]

[A WIZARD CHARGES INTO THE VID ROOM TO HECKLE]

Excuse me, what the fuck? You guys are having a back-alley brawl and I was not SUMMONED?

[grandschemed]

[ oh it's THIS GUY ]

Sorry, should we have put ya on the RSVP list?

[maxxximumeffort]

I'm establishing this now: yes.

[grandschemed]

What were ya lookin' for, a two-versus-one or an all-out brawl?

[maxxximumeffort]

[less outright pissy now that he might be included. perks up]

Oooh. Choices. If you boys can go another round, let's do the chaos option.

[grandschemed]

Don't see why not, if Gramps there is up for it.

All yer little friends were sayin' we should fight some day anyway.

[maxxximumeffort]

Did they? Awww, those rowdy little whippersnappers, looking out for me.

[grandschemed]

Ain't they just the sweetest, keeping yer best interests at heart.

[fiberoptic]

Well if you break my arm, that just gives you a pass t'claim your prophesizing's airtight.

[maxxximumeffort]

It does, doesn't it?

[fiberoptic]

Conflict of interest. It's your own fault, really.

[maxxximumeffort]

That's it, I'm rooting for Cyclops.

[fiberoptic]

Hmm. Jealousy's a bad look.

[maxxximumeffort]

You're a bad look.

[fiberoptic]

I mean, I ain't denying that.

You can have round two, all right?