No zombies. No children. No distractions. It was a perfect day for a fight, and Tyler looked feral as he paced in front of the crowd.
"At this point," he said, "you all know why you're here. If you don't, get out. If you do, go hit somebody. Hard as you can."
"Or if you can't find someone to hit, go find the heavybag," Ghanima agreed pleasantly. She was the complete contrast to her partner today; cool collection against Tyler's agitation. "You two. And those two there." She turned to Tyler with a grin. "Care to pick the other three lucky couples?"
"I can do that," Tyler said, barely considering his choices before he made them with a jab of his index finger. "You two. You and you. And ... Ghanima, you haven't had a good match yet. Spar him."
That last match promised to be interesting; he might put off his own bout to watch.
"Sadist," Ghanima said good-naturedly. "I'll get you for this."
She turned her attention back to the assembled fighters. "Well, you heard us. Move."
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Mingle |
Beginner Mats |
RNG Fights |
Open Sparring |
Talk to the Troublemakers |
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[You know the rules. Wait for the OCD is a go.]