"Heathens" - Anti-Hero chill RP.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al cocked an eyebrow. He had been a teacher once before, but never imagined he'd teach again after what happened the first time. He thought for a second, playing with an empty glass before shrugging. "Why not. Not sure exactly how much I have left to learn, but I guess a few lessons wouldn't hurt." He stood and motioned to the door. "Any fighting is to take place outside. Don't want to wreck the bar."

[Cifero Windtail]

Grinning, the wolf strode towards the door, tying her hair back as she did so. "Fair enough," she said, pushing the door and holding it open. "This should be good... it's been too long since I've sparred with anyone."

[Sub-Zero Knight]

Raven raised an eyebrow. Finally, something interesting to her was about to happen. "Mind if this old fox tags along? I'd like to see if anyone matches my skill..." She placed one hand on the handle of her katana, tucked securely in its sheathe. "... Or if I'm still as good at fighting as I used to be, back in the day... oh, wait. That was only two years ago. My bad."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

"I'll try not to pull too many punches..." the wolf said as he exited the bar, mourning to Raven to follow behind,  and moved to the sandy area beside it. Thinking that he wouldn't need them, he took his weapons off and gently placed them into the sand, before stretching his arms and legs a little.

[Sub-Zero Knight]

Raven followed behind, unsheathing her katana once she was out of the bar and breathing a small puff of flame. "Let's see if I can get by without my elemental powers... I usually can, after all."

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare followed behind the two, doing a few exercises to limber herself up. "I promise not to hold back either," she said, tucking her shirt in and stretching backwards a little. She'd wised up a bit after the past fifty or so times she'd done that and accidentally flashed her belly... not that she particularly minded that sometimes. "Should we do weapons or no weapons, though?"

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al cracked his neck and knuckles in unison. "Well, I don't plan on using them. After all, my fists are dangerous enough."

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare nodded, punching her fist into her hand. "Alright.... bare-handed, then," she said, grinning widely. "That makes things interesting..."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al closed both his eyes and exhaled calmly, before he balled both his paws into a fist and stood in a neutral position. "You first."

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare, in turn, got into a neutral position, then ran forward and tossed a right hook at his shoulder, a grin on her face.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al dodged the right, maintaining his neutral position, deciding to remain on the defensive while he figured out her style of fighting.

[Cifero Windtail]

As Alka dodged to the right, Clare followed, lunging forward with her left fist after a split-second heel-turn and ground-kick.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al simply kept his foot planted to block the ground kick, before dodging backwards to avoid the fist. "I see you've had quite a bit of practise."

[Cifero Windtail]

Al simply kept his foot planted to block the ground kick, before dodging backwards to avoid the fist. "I see you've had quite a bit of practise."

Clare threw a roundhouse at Alka, her shirt starting to come untucked and her hair starting to come loose. "I've been at this quite a while," she said, keeping up the friendly banter. "Several years, in fact."

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al grabbed her leg at the roundhouse and pushed her back from it, not following it up with anything. "Got a precise number?"