[ on this monday morning, ichiban is coming from the direction of the simulation room, looking a little... distracted. surprisingly, his thoughts aren't on blast at the moment, but he does at least emit a sense of shock when he bumps shoulders with baiken, which quickly turns into embarrassment. ]
[ when ichiban catches baiken after today's events, she may notice that he's currently walking around without his shirt, his fists balled and his knuckles red. there is no excitement from him right now—with the way his brows are knit so close together, it's almost like he's a different person entirely. ]
Hey, Baiken-san. Do you let loose the same way I do?
[ the lack of shirt is a surprise. the knuckles less so - she saw him trying to punch his way through the barrier at the execution. stopping him seemed futile, with no way to redirect those feelings. that's too emotionally intelligent for her.
she pauses, considers just leaving things as they are due to not being on the same emotional wavelength as him, but. hm. ]
I think the bar is going to cut me off if I go back.
Let's sober you up a bit, then we can go back for more.
[ with a nod, he starts to lead her to the combat room. once there, he goes over to the weapons rack, and picks up... not a sword, not a polearm, not a staff, but a metal bat. ]
[ she does not know what possesses her to follow this man, but once she clues into where they're going, she can't help but mumble: "it's like that, huh..."
still, she doesn't object. her first thought is that ichiban wants to 1v1, and she's about to consider her type matchup for a bat, until she remembers who she's with.
she sticks with the familiar sword. ] Thought you were more a grappler type.
it's fine that this isn't practice. it's fine that this isn't what she expected. although she can't conceal her surprise when he readies himself. it doesn't stop her from drawing the blade, and there's a quick mental adjustment. sure, he's an idiot and she'll say as much, but she still has a bruise on her face from their little trip on Thursday. she knows he can hit hard, and that is with just his fists. ]
Don't hold back.
[ there's been worse. he knows that. so without any more hesitation, she charges at him. ]
[ he holds fast when she comes at him, bringing his bat up to block her strike. he meets her eye with his as their arms clasp, the iris of the left one now ringed by a soft glow. he stares into her eye for just a second longer before he pushes back and attempts to swing at her, loosing a rough yell that's a little hard on the ears, that lends credence to his somehow having been in organized crime in another life before ending up as the doofus he is today. ]
[ she's still a bit hungover, so that yell? straight into her brain, rattling uncomfortably around her skull. it's enough to keep her from fully dodging his swing as the bat hits her forearm. she grunts at the contact, quickly gritting her teeth to suppress any more noise. don't focus on the damage, focus on him. she goes for a kick in retaliation - give a little most space, a better opportunity to strike with the end of the blade using a quick horizontal slash. ]
[ he doesn't expect the kick, somehow, so she's able to connect pretty solidly and wind him a bit. he slides back, stopping himself from going any further by planting his foot on the ground and raising his bat to hold off her next strike. he certainly isn't trained; his style is extremely unpolished and most definitely that of someone who's only ever known street fighting.
for his next attack, he swings low to try and sweep baiken, using the bat for extra reach. ]
[ the bat does some good knockback on her, and one day i'll roll high enough to get her tension meter up. anyway...
so, she gets whacked, and it's then she shifts from being relatively nice and not trying to actively kill him, to tapping into something more feral. her followup is a 3-hit series of slashes - just by nature of holding a metal implement and knowing how to block should keep ichiban from being vivisected, however. even though she's getting wilder with her swings, there's a degree of finesse to her movements that show that she is, in fact, an experienced swordfighter. ]
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w0, monday
Oh, uh, s-sorry, sir. Ma'am. Lady.
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Oi. Watch it.
[ her hand is on the hilt of her katana, and she was like .01 seconds away from drawing it. ]
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[ BOWS SO HARD HIS SPINE IS AT A 90 DEGREE ANGLE ]
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[ ok she isn't going to cut this guy he's too pathetic ]
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Gotcha, heard loud and clear! [ beat ] Sweet katana, by the way.
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Flattery isn't gonna work either.
[ but... her emotions do get less prickly with the compliment. damn it. ]
You in a big hurry for a reason?
w2, sunday
Hey, Baiken-san. Do you let loose the same way I do?
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she pauses, considers just leaving things as they are due to not being on the same emotional wavelength as him, but. hm. ]
I think the bar is going to cut me off if I go back.
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[ with a nod, he starts to lead her to the combat room. once there, he goes over to the weapons rack, and picks up... not a sword, not a polearm, not a staff, but a metal bat. ]
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still, she doesn't object. her first thought is that ichiban wants to 1v1, and she's about to consider her type matchup for a bat, until she remembers who she's with.
she sticks with the familiar sword. ] Thought you were more a grappler type.
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[ she's actually right on the mark with her first assessment, as he turns to face her with his bat at the ready. ]
Come at me with all you've got, Baiken-san.
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okay.
it's fine that this isn't practice. it's fine that this isn't what she expected. although she can't conceal her surprise when he readies himself. it doesn't stop her from drawing the blade, and there's a quick mental adjustment. sure, he's an idiot and she'll say as much, but she still has a bruise on her face from their little trip on Thursday. she knows he can hit hard, and that is with just his fists. ]
Don't hold back.
[ there's been worse. he knows that. so without any more hesitation, she charges at him. ]
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[ he holds fast when she comes at him, bringing his bat up to block her strike. he meets her eye with his as their arms clasp, the iris of the left one now ringed by a soft glow. he stares into her eye for just a second longer before he pushes back and attempts to swing at her, loosing a rough yell that's a little hard on the ears, that lends credence to his somehow having been in organized crime in another life before ending up as the doofus he is today. ]
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for his next attack, he swings low to try and sweep baiken, using the bat for extra reach. ]
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so, she gets whacked, and it's then she shifts from being relatively nice and not trying to actively kill him, to tapping into something more feral. her followup is a 3-hit series of slashes - just by nature of holding a metal implement and knowing how to block should keep ichiban from being vivisected, however. even though she's getting wilder with her swings, there's a degree of finesse to her movements that show that she is, in fact, an experienced swordfighter. ]