Kocavs sat in the corner of the weight room, dressed in a graying wife-beater, black shorts, and a pair of tennis shoes. He was taping his hands and watching the various other students and faculty using the equipment. The school day was over and many were on their way out, clearing out the room, just as he liked it. He stood and stretched, then
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He stepped to the middle of the room again, sizing Dan up, looking him up and down. He didn't look particularly out of shape.
Dan was taller than he was, broad shouldered. A completely different weight class than Kovacs altogether, without a doubt, but still doable.
"Never fought before?"
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"Want to learn to fight? Or want to learn self defense?"
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"When would you like to start?"
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His eyes narrowed for a moment as he looked at Dan. "Have contact lenses or," he paused, scratching at the ginger hair on the back of his neck as he raised his eyes to the ceiling, "Hurm... Sports goggles? Wouldn't want to break your glasses."
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"All right. Those days are good for me."
The rest of the afternoon in the weight-room was spent with Kovacs going around showing Dan how to use the machines and weights, safely and efficiently and giving him varying advice.
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