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[basic_powers]

There's the steady beat of punching sounds and strings of beautifully pronounced foreign vocabulary coming from the Gym, which generally means one of the more combat-oriented people is working the bag. Especially with the sort of vocabulary he's using, including a little bit of something that sounds like Klingon gargling.

Except it's Beauford, who generally would cook the frustration away with enough meals for an army and a few cocktails to boot. There isn't much beauty to it, a sort of rough kick-boxing, getting in lots of hits, but not a lot of force.

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[heatherandsteel]

Quentin's lost, Milliways doesn't have the useful carvings that Shadowed Hills or the street signs of San Francisco. All he wanted was to find the library but now he can hear something being beaten.

He peers around the door, his human disguise is currently up and listens for a little while, "What does that last one mean?"

[basic_powers]

With even missing a step in the tempo, "Roughly ?" Beauford answers, dropping into the next series of repetitions. Feint, elbow spike, knee up fast, twist, repeat. "It's Alercptian, and means 'may your food taste ever so wrong'."

[heatherandsteel]

"Huh, its got a good sound to it. Shorter ones would work well with the punching. Have you ever heard Meave's tits?"

That's one of his favorites as its got a nice bite to it.

[basic_powers]

"....heard something like that..." Beauford cocks his head a little, before attacking the bag again. "There was a guy who'd say Sekhmet's Tits, sometimes, back at this kebab place I worked at one summer..."

...That kind of kick on a humanoid would make anyone cross their legs and wince in sympathy.

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin winces as that's hard,

"I like that one. Let's see there's also Oberon's teeth, useful for when you're on the move."

[basic_powers]

"Nice..... I tend to like the ones people use with a whole lot of feeling behind em myself." Beauford's just going to back away from the bag now and turn to face Quentin, with a smile. "Can I help ya?"

[heatherandsteel]

"No, I'm good unless you want a sparring partner," It never hurts to be ready, the fight with the goblin taught him that.

[basic_powers]

"What styles do you practice?" Best question to ask first, "Anything I'd be familiar with?"

[heatherandsteel]

"Styles, for hand-to-hand mainly try not to die, more formal with a short sword."

[basic_powers]

...

Oh to be young and this confident. Beauford's looking a little wary at this, mostly because Quentin has no idea what he'd be in for. There has got to be a better alternative here.

"Hrrmmm..."

[heatherandsteel]

He doesn't feel that confident as he knows he has more to learn, but he's also been getting some cabin fever,

"I'm not awful and I heal fast. Look, my main practice of late has been with my teacher. I could do with something different."

[basic_powers]

"Alright, no weapons combat...get changed into some clothes you don't mind getting stained." Undue harm to things and all that. "Then I'mma want you to come at me."

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin's wearing jeans and a t-shirt and raises an eyebrow, "I know how to do laundry and this will do fine for me. How worried should I be?"

Also he knows the Hobs and others who will clean up for him if it gets bad.

[basic_powers]

...Alright, he's put in a good faith effort to get the kid to play in a nice way. "More than you are."

There's a fast kick towards Quentin's knee in one almost fluid motion from the position Beauford had been standing in.

[heatherandsteel]

The talking helps and he dodges and still gets hit before grinning and using his position to try and get in a kidney punch. A useful part of what he is, he's quick and graceful.

[basic_powers]

It's years of experience to get to the point where Beauford dodges as swiftly as he twists and rolls to grab the punch, then pulls grinning.

[heatherandsteel]

Now that's evil and Quentin plants himself, kneeing up to whatever part of Beauford that he can reach.

[basic_powers]

Question? How well does planting yourself work when the man moves with that to drop and swiftly smacks you on the side of the head?

He's just being obliging in the sort of fight Quentin seems to want.

[a1enzo]

Enzo, ambling in for a workout of his own, draws up short.

"T—Beauford? What's wrong?"

He doesn't recognize the majority of those words, but the tone is unmistakable.

[basic_powers]

Surrrrre is.

"Just gonna be vague here, Enzo." Beauford answers crisply. "Some things have just been going a little too right for someone lately. I'm just venting a little frustration."

[a1enzo]

Enzo grimaces, because that really is quite vague, but doesn't pry.

"You want a sparring partner?"

[basic_powers]

At least he was upfront about how he waned to talk about it. Vague was good, in this sense at least.

"Let me finish these reps..." And think it over for a few seconds, what style he can spar with Enzo in without raising much suspicion. And ofcourse, checking to make sure that they are really alone before talking again. "If we do anything armed, going to need to head up to my room for it..."

[a1enzo]

"I'm good with whatever. What do you prefer?"

He doesn't know older!Tyler very well at all, really.

[basic_powers]

"Swords, because I miss practicing with Ray's ball of zappy-terror."

[a1enzo]

That gets a grin. It is still him, after all.

"Fine by me. I can go get my practice sword."