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Tseng. If you don't want me fighting other people meet me on Deck 15 (Caves). Standard sparring rules apply, hand to hand, bring a hair tie this time.

Everyone else: This is how we deal with things, it's consensual. If you're worried enough you can watch but keep out of the way, don't want to hurt anyone on accident.

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[suited_spectre]

[Tseng did not have time for this.

He gets off the elevator, takes a sweeping look of his surroundings, and is on guard though his posture is lax. The director is missing his jacket and tie, but the rest of his uniform is intact.

His eyes narrow on Reno.]

Injuring each other isn't going to help anyone, kiddo.

[Nevertheless this has happened between before, and he has come dressed for a fight.]

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[messyturk]

Then you'd better fucking block.

[Even without a haste materia Reno's fast, always has been. He's not aiming to kill though, this is far more like the skill evaluations and he's all fists and elbows.]

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[suited_spectre]

[Tseng blocks, his body moving on reflex, pushing back to give himself more room. He favours kicks, and getting things done fast, so they are mostly aimed to knock Reno down.

This one's coming for your knees, Reno]

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[messyturk]

[Reno knows there'll be a large Tseng-foot sized bruise on his knee and it gets a good swear and a shoulder towards your midsection as it buckles.]