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[ she almost made this anonymous, but in the end concluded she could figure out a way to ask what she wanted without incriminating herself. ]

I have two questions for everyone.

1) Are there people here who have more than human abilities that can affect other people's minds? And if so, are any of them willing to help others train in resistance of mental interference?

2) How many people here have no experience fighting?

Oh actually 3 questions, I guess. I wouldn't mind finding a few people to spar with, if anyone else is looking. I used to do martial arts as a hobby, so I'm not entirely inexperienced.

[ ooc: if anyone wants to log out / action sparring encounters just let me know! ]

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[ Oh is that so, Mr. Cutter, because she has no intentions of letting you win.

None at all. But this is pretty fun. Easy, a rhythm she can fall into without much trouble and then build from, searching for the weak points and what she can exploit without exposing herself too much. His stronger punches don't go unnoticed, her blocks gaining more technique and precision to counter. She can't match his strength, but she has a lot more than it looks like and she's learned how to counter by angle and technique.

And she's going to go for some of those openings, looking to see if she can make her way past his own defense. ]

[Frankly he's used to fighting with people smaller than he is, though usually not to quite the extreme as her. Boxing, bar brawls - they tend to by and large be the territory of jumped up punk boys turned idiot men. One of her first strikes aiming for the holes in his defense finds its way through. Charlie makes a low noise out of surprise more than any real pain. And his elbow drops, shoulder following a parallel line to close the gap.

Not going to happen again - at least not there or from that angle.]

[ She'd argue she's totally average height, and in fact a couple inches above it, but she does tend to look even shorter and slighter than she is through her posture and how whittled down she's become over the years in presentation.

More importantly, she's spent most of her life fighting things or people bigger than her. It doesn't hold a lot of worry for her by now, and she grins at that noise and tracks the movement he makes to close up the gap. ]

Adapting to your circumstances?

Just giving you a bit of head start is all.

[Which could be all lip given the little grin he throws straight back at her, but a moment later he closes the distance with a quick step and a heavy jab, all feint as his other hand swings out in an attempt to catch her by the arm and pull her off her feet onto the mat.

It's not really boxing. It's not really anything - pure brawling, the definition of fighting dirty.]

[ Fighting dirty - she knows that, as well as anything, because that's what you do when you're outmatched and outgunned on a pretty regular basis.

But she's also not supposed to be demonstrating more than the ability she's already admitted to, and as much as she'd like to see if she could move fast enough to prevent that she doesn't, the instinctive motion to try stopped almost immediately and turned into something more traditional and not enough.

She takes the fall in silence except for an exhale and rolls into a low kick almost immediately to help get herself back up. ]

No need for that, promise.

[It probably means he's a bit of a bad person, but the sound of her hitting the mat is infinitely rewarding. And there's just enough time between that and when she kicks his feet out from under him that he allows himself a moment or two of swagger. never mind that there's not really much to be gained from flooring Max but--

Which is when her kick catches him and he staggers backward, his center of gravity grossly unprepared for what she throws at him. It gives her more than enough time to swing back up to her feet.]

Shit-- you'll have to show me how you did that one once I've wiped the floor with you.

[ Much better, there, and she's grinning as she shrugs herself back into a stance, looser and easier now as she's falling back into the rhythm of a fight. You never really lose it, but it has been a little while. ]

I'll compromise. I'll show you how I did it once I wipe the floor with you.

[ But she's not moving forward just yet, watching him instead. The time it took to get up stopped her from being able to take advantage of having unbalanced him. It's his turn to make the first move. ]

[There's nothing so pleasant as a bit of trash talk during warmups; he isn't terribly good at hiding how much he's enjoying this either, dirty low kick or no. Charlie bounces from one foot to the other, easy on the balls of his feet.] We''ll see.

[Which is when he strikes out with a quick flurry of jabs and closes the distance between them with one long step. It's a straight forward move, but heavy like an oncoming car.]

[ Totally a dirty move, there. Not that she wouldn't be congratulating him if she wasn't miffed at having to keep herself from fighting dirty back. Keeping up fake personas is hard sometimes. Mostly just when she wants to fight people. ] Uh huh, we will see.

[ Oh hey there, that was definitely a move. She skips blocking almost entirely in favor of moving to the side as fast as she can, taking a few on the shoulder in silence and reaching to see if she can get a grip on one of his wrists. ]

[It's a move alright, one he's too slow to correct as she goes scrabbling out of the way. He does swing after her, but the reaction's a half beat too late and it really just leaves him open for when she reaches for his wrist.

It's not a hard target to latch on to.]

[ It's not boxing technique at all, but she is strictly speaking still within the limits of Muay Thai and she hasn't claimed to know boxing at all, so.

She latches onto his wrist and steps in, starting to duck into what would if all goes right be a hip throw. Not that she's really expecting all to go right, with him. He's demonstrating a tendency to make things harder on her so far. ]

[It's been a long time since he fought anyone who actually had some decent idea of what they were doing beyond 'Step One: Throw Punch' and 'Step Two: Hope For The Best', so her latching onto his wrist catches him well off guard. There's a moment where he starts to lean back, fighting against the pull of momentum and her weight and the pivot point of her hip and--

Then he goes ass over tit, falling about as heavily as a ton of bricks. Which would be cause for more celebration if he was a bit slower. As it is, Charlie grapples after her arm in what's a clear attempt to at least drag her down with him.]

[ She may make a small 'ha' in the back of her throat as he goes down, but that lasts about a total of .2 seconds before it turns into a slightly indignant noise as she tries to turn her fall after him into a fall onto him, at least provide enough motivation for him not getting back up that it's still a victory.

He is way more interesting than most people here. ]

[His plans for 'Get Max off her feet' went about as far as just that without any real thought given toward as to what might come afterwards - namely where, and how she'd fall. So the thud of her weight on him is a surprise, knocks the wind right out of him.

Preparation's never been his strong suit.]

[ Yeah Charlie, fantastic preparation there. She rolls off a little and starts pulling herself back to her feet before deciding to just flop back on the floor for a bit and catch her breath. ]

Nice move.

[Charlie laughs all low in his chest, half breathless panting more than anything. He slowly levels himself up onto one of his elbows. A moment later he reaches over and gives her a solid clap of a pat on her shoulder.]

So what - that's a draw, yeah?

[ She just grins over at him, eyes crinkling in what's actually genuine tired happiness. It's not a face she makes very often, but this was actually really nice. ]

Pretty sure it's a draw, yeah. I mean, I can get back up and kick your ass again if it's really necessary, but I don't feel like it.

[He raises his hands, all mock surrender.] And I don't really feel like throwing you about either. [He starts to push up off the mats, dusting himself off as he goes.] You will have to show me that kick though - seems handy as anything.

It does tend to be. [ But why getting up, she just got comfortable down here. She pushes herself up slowly onto her elbows, shrugs. ] Especially in situations where you're surrounded.

[Well if you don't want your present, he'll just lay back down again...--] Surrounded very often, are you?

[Charlie tosses her a curious glance, eyebrows on the rise. He walks backwards a few steps before swinging about and ambling to the bag he brought down with him. There's a water bottle there and he digs that out first, taking a pull from it and leaving it hanging between his teeth when he'd done. He pulls the rest of the bag off the bench and heads back over to her, holding it out by the straps as he takes the water bottle from his mouth with his spare hand.]

Alright love, there's your prize.

[Whatever's inside the bag bears only a very passing resemblance to any sort of engine part Max is likely to be familiar with. He elaborates after a moment:] Found something like a car half buried in the Outlands. Don't know if this is any use to you, but it might be worth tinkering with.

[ She was so busy concentrating on taking him out she almost forgot she had a present coming. And that question definitely doesn't help remind her of it, her casual shrug buying her a moment's time to search for an answer that doesn't sound too rehearsed or too ridiculous. ] What, you've never had to do the qualifications for higher belts? It's all about the multiple enemy scenarios.

[ And oh hey by the time he gets back to her she's sitting up cross legged, bright eyed and eager as she holds her hands out. ] New things are always worth tinkering with. Even if I can't make them work I can strip them for parts.

[ And looking back up with a genuine smile. ] Thanks. You didn't have to.

[He shrugs the thanks off, water from the back of a duck.] I owed you a favor and I'd been meaning to do more poking about outside the the city anyway. Win, win.

[And she's a good enough sort that he doesn't mind a little time spent on her - good enough that he won't charge for spending it anyway.] You get any use out of that thing, I expect a bit of a kickback though you hear?

[ She's never been fantastic at the thanking people thing, anyways, so his dismissal of the need for it works pretty well. She's fine with that, it lets her move on easily in the conversation. ] Aye aye, sir. No problem.

[ Standing up finally and stretching out, her smile settling into something more neutral but warm about the set of her face. ] So you have much experience with mechanical things or?

[Charlie snorts so hard it's a wonder his upper lip doesn't get sucked into his nostrils.]

Me? Christ no. But if you're into motors, I've a friend you should meet. She's wild about cars and motorbikes and anything else that vibrates.

Oh yeah? [ That is definitely interesting to her. ] That sounds someone it'd be good to know.

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