Askin' for it...

[_foster_]

(OOC: just a nonsense thread... I feel like letting folks have a shot at whatever they want to bother Foster with... something new though if possible... or very old... distract me.)::enters gym for daily hour-long workout, keepin' in shape being important, has always been... sees soon-to-re-be- Bossman Reed in here every day, has decided to

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[izzy_secorro]

*holding particularly difficult and painful Hatha Yoga pose on the mats beside the legion of treadmills*

I hope I'm doing this right or Jaspreet will kick my ass...

*peers up at Foster*

Heya, boss.

[izzy_secorro]

Oh...

*looks down at the pair on the bench, putting the final touches on the wraps*

I just grabbed a pair not. Doesn't matter to me.

*hands them to him and bends over to look in the box again*

Shit. Ok, well let's hope he really is better than me, so I can justify wearing heavier gloves.

[_foster_]

Naw, well, they aren't 'mine' it's just... you know how you can get used to somethin'... those are the ones I train with.

But... you want 'em, take 'em.

::half-heartedly dangles them back toward Secorro::

I don't want to have an unfair advantage, ya know.

[izzy_secorro]

Um...

Don't argue with the man.

*takes the gloves* Thanks, Simon. That's really, generous of you.

*moves back to give him room at the locker as pulls one glove on*

...

*pulls the other on with teeth*

[_foster_]

::blinks::

Well shit, she took 'em back. Try to be a nice guy...

::frowns again, looking through the other gloves, finds a second-best pair::

::settles into them, pulling the laces::

So... you have experience. Howso?

[izzy_secorro]

Uh, before I joined the academy I wasn't sure if I wanted to be armoury or security.

So I took prep studies for both. *shrugs*

*smacks gloves together, getting them in place*

He uses these? These are pretty girlie gloves...

I'm probably nowhere near your level or anything, but it's worth a shot, eh?

[_foster_]

Well, you know what they say... gotta challenge yerself to improve.

::moves toward the mats, pushing gloved hands into the air, practicing::

Come on, then. It's yer time to improve.

::smiles charmingly::

[izzy_secorro]

*smiles back* Ok, then.

*approaches the mats, a little hesitant*

Do I bow... or what?

*decides to forgo ritual and takes a defensive pose, arms up to block*

[_foster_]

::moves easily around the mat, watching Secorro, looking to find her MO... weaknesses, the like::

::keeps gloves up defensively::

::tries a couple of jabs, easily blocked::

So when's the last time you sparred like this?

[izzy_secorro]

*blocks a few of his 'hits', circling around, staying defensive*

Uh, like this?

Like, against a superior officer? I guess it's been a few years. Sometimes I spar with Worthington, but he's an engineer so... you know. It's not a challenge, really.

*punches, gets through, hits him in the stomach*

Oh... oops. Should I apologize???

[_foster_]

::OOF!::

::doesn't flinch... much... ::

::nods::

Good one. ::tries not to cough::

Okay, then... kid gloves off... ha...

::jabs... jabs again, breaks past her defense but doesn't hit::

::jabs punches, dancing to the side::

[izzy_secorro]

*counters his moves, sort of, getting into the rhythm of the spar, learning his favoured moves*

*blocks*

*blocks*

...

*wishes he'd hit already*

...

*dances a little more, sees he's getting a bit too smug, thinks he has her pegged*

...

*lets him get pretty close on one pass then dekes, kicking out and swiping his feet out from under him*

*backs up some as his ass hits the ground*

Oh.... damn. Ok, that was a little more than I intended. But it's what you get for treating me like a pussy. Guess Dave would be proud.