skyward_eyes | Who Needs Clubs to Fight?

Who Needs Clubs to Fight?

There are always reasons to fight. You fight to live. Fight to protect someone. Fight to get emotions out of your system. And fight to prove something. This is the latter type of fight. Honestly, Nida is pretty shocked he managed to convince Omega to meet him here today, to even entertain the idea of fighting with a 'kid.' But somehow he's managed it, and Nida stretches on the padded floor of the gym floor (took a decent bribe to get the front desk guy of the gym to look the other way, and a promise that Nida would clean up after), frowning across at Omega.

"So, we going for a fist fight? Because that's not what I'm hoping to teach Theta. I can only do basic martial arts. You know, normal self defense stuff. I'm going to teach him that too, but the goal is something a bit more... useful in a bad situation."

That brings his gaze to the padded leather case in the corner. Walking here with that had been hard, though finding a bo-staff online had been surprisingly easy. Not that he'd use that for this. No, tambo would be better for Theta, but staff would come later. Easy to improvise a pole after all.

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Testing blows it is then. Nida takes a quick step back, renewing the important distance between them even as he twists the staff sharply to deal a rap against the back of Omega's hand. Getting in that close isn't something he wants. He would rather not give the larger man an easy place inside of his easiest blocks and parries.

Omega pivots easily. Nida's faster than Omega is, but he likes distance. Omega can work with that. He's not afraid of getting in close.

If he ducks, and Nida swings, he can block it and get in. Or he could fake out an overhand and go for the disarm. No, save that for later. Omega bobs and throws low, ready to slide closer.

Low Nida can deal with. A half step back, the tip of the staff flashing out at his legs. The intention is to sweep him off his feet, or get him into the air for even half a second. Can't easily protect yourself there, and if you don't land right then the lack of balance will give Nida the fight without too much injury to Omega.

Omega shuffles back, a little clumsily. He's not going to jump, not when his style is based on hitting hard and slow. Instead, he circles to Nida's off side.

"So, this is what you're going to teach Theta? Waving a broom at people like an old lady who sees a mouse?"

Trash talk is one of Omega's favorite strategems.

"I'm the cat, this is the paw, and the mouse is going down," Nida responds easily and then with a quick movement he lashes out with three blows, ankle, stomach, shoulder.

The first, Omega can avoid and the second, he takes the hit. The third sends pain racing down his arm, followed by prickly numbness. One or two more solid ones like that and his shoulder will freeze up, making his arm useles until the swelling goes back down.

"Who said I'm the mouse?" Omega fakes high, aims low. All he wants is to get close enough to grab Nida. If he can.

"The cat," Nida laughs as he flips backwards to avoid the blows before lashing for knee and shoulder again. "Meow."

He's good. Not trained for years while you're a kid and thus everything is ingrained good. But good enough that Nida thinks with a bit more practice from Omega it might get pretty interesting. But for now he's got speed, reach, and training. If he had more time and experience he'd be deadly.

Okay, first of all, going for Omega's bad knee is just dirty pool. He tries to shake the numbness out of his hand -what is Nida's new obsession with beating the hell out of Omega's shoulder?

It's no good. His fingers are well and truly not working -he'll be fine in ten minutes, but in the middle of a fight that might as well be ten years. At least they're locked up in a fist, so he can block and punch, if not strike or grab.

He circles, trying to get the light in Nida's eyes. Maybe if he had a really big watch...

As if you can get light in someone's eyes when the lights are all overhead. Still, Nida can read what the man is after and it almost makes him smile. Like he'd allow that. He doesn't have a specific point to guard, a path to block, so he's capable of quite a bit of movement to keep light out of his eyes.

What he sees now makes him smile too. The way that Omega shakes his arm, that means he's found an old wound. Easy to abuse. And Nida's more than willing to do that. The small part of his swordsmanship training tells him to abuse the spot, but staffs don't work like that quite as well. He shifts his stance a bit, deciding to hold his ground for the moment, and he goes for motion. A thrust of his bo-tip at the kneecap of the leg he knows is injured. Another jab for the stomach to knock the wind out of him if it hits, and one more higher up, aiming once again for that hurt shoulder.

That's it. Omega drops like a sack of potatoes, and he can't tell if it's because Nida knocked his breath out or his knee out from under him. He hits the ground hard and just lays there, unable to do more than wave an obscene gesture in Nida's direction.

"Get up when you're ready," Nida says, backing up far enough that Omega can't take him with any quick moves. "If you think we're done you've got another thing coming. This isn't over until you surrender."

Tiny little asshole. Omega waits a second more to see if Nida will come check on him, then climbs to his feet with a stiffness he only has to fake halfway. "If I was a real bad guy, I would just shoot you," he says.

Surrender? Omega has never surrendered in his life. Whatever other skills he may lack, Omega has endurance enough to outlast anyone.

"When my home was attacked, the soldiers that did it had guns, Omega. I killed five while defending the bridge and making course adjustments. I did this without getting more than a few bruises and one bullet grazing my shoulder. Yeah, I may not have supernatural supplements anymore, but I still have the skills and the reflexes. And idiots like you who see a stick and think they can win."

All the while he spins the staff easily through his fingers, circling Omega slowly. "I have spent the last five years of my life learning to be a weapon. I chose this, I dedicated myself to this. And I will make you respect that and what I can do for Theta. Even if it means beating you into bloody submission."

"You're very dramatic," Omega notes. Did he actually say something about Nida teaching Theta? Or is this round eighty seven of Everyone Assumes Omega Shuts Down His Brothers Every Time? It might be the first one; Omega remembers complaining at Delta about Theta standing on his own two feet and it is an established fact both of them have problems understanding the words coming out of Omega's mouth.

It doesn't matter. Omega needs to knock Nida off balance, and Nida just handed him a way to do that, gift-wrapped. "That was when your parents got shot? Because if this is an improvement over you then, I question how your parents tied their own shoes."

"I was eight. It was a long time ago and before I could fight. They stood up for what they believed in and died for it," Nida shrugs. He tries not to let it get to him, especially not with Omega. "I get it, I'm dramatic and fucked up. So are you, so is your family. And so is Theta. Especially Theta."

He's more than picked up on where Omega and his other brothers went wrong. "He's scared. He's fragile. He's got no confidence and no ability to stand up for himself. I'm trying to show you that I've got that. I'm an orphan who lived through a war and I'm not hiding in a corner shaking. I want to help. I want Theta to be confident and strong and somewhere, in your best intentions, you missed that."

Omega is not going to let Nida turn it around on him. Oh, he's angry, but Omega doesn't get stupid when he gets mad.

"Missed what, your intentions? Your intentions have been very clear. Though I hope you have no hidden ones, because at the rate Theta's going..."

Yes, he'll throw his own brother under the bus to win a fistfight.

"You're young, perhaps you haven't learned." Omega pours as much condesnation in his tone as he can. That always makes people mad. "Sometimes, things get broken and they can't be fixed."

"Missed getting him there. I want to help. Friends can be harder than parents sometimes, and I want to have that chance to help him. Introduce him to people. Teach him confidence."

As for trying to piss him off for a fight? Well, Nida lets the condescension roll off of him like water. Anger doesn't help in a fight.

"And sometimes the young see hope where the old cannot. Sometimes we can change things because we have different ruts we're stuck in. Now get up so I can kick your ass."

Omega stretches out, exaggerating makinf himself comfortable on the floor. "So...you're going to be mean to my brother in the hope that you can change him with the power of the friendship of your love and you're going to prove it works by hitting me with a big stick to make a point I never disputed."

This is the last time Omega agrees to fight anyone ever. Of all time.

"Grats on not understanding," Nida answers simply. "As for the big stick, maybe I just want to fight someone who looks like he can take it. And who thinks he can kick my ass because I'm young."

"Oh, I can take it." Omega finally pushes himself to his feet. "But that's not why I'm going to kick your ass. I'm just better than you."

"You're really, really not," Nida chuckles lightly, sliding back into a defensive stance. "Hate to break it to you. Or maybe I enjoy it."

"I am merely limiting myself to the skillset of the average punk on the street," Omega claims with a perfectly straight face.

"Which will make it even easier to kick your ass," Nida chuckles lightly. "I'm a soldier, Omega. I'm not a street punk. You are."

"Hey, I'm not a street punk! I'm a certified paramedic." And a former street punk. "And if you're a soldier, I'm the Queen of Sheba."

"You're highness," Nida smirks, giving the most miniscule of bow. No reason to lower his defense.

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Omega is so bad at hand to hand. So bad.

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Omega does not have parents and is Very Bad at empathy

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