Who Needs Clubs to Fight?

[skyward_eyes]

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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[skyward_eyes]

"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."

[baruthumos]

"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."

[skyward_eyes]

"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."

[baruthumos]

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

[skyward_eyes]

"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."

[baruthumos]

"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."

[skyward_eyes]

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

[baruthumos]

Yeah, how stupid does he think Omega is. He's going to stand here where it's safe and run his mouth until Nida gets mad enough to get sloppy. "My Imperial Majesty, please. I am no mere duke."

[skyward_eyes]

"Your imperial doucheness," Nida corrects himself easily. "You know we had entire lessons on not letting anger inpair our fighting, right?"

[baruthumos]

Omega rocks back on his heels. "You needed lessons? Wow. You must have been really out of control."

[skyward_eyes]

"Cute," Nida rolls his eyes. "So, you're really going to stand there and try and make me do something stupid out of anger?"

Yeah, like that's going to happen.

[baruthumos]

"Should I be shooting for sexual frustration?" Omega bluffs. "Because you are really not my type."

[protective_logic]

"You're too old," Nida smiles sweetly at him.

[baruthumos]

"You wanna rethink that, kid?"

[skyward_eyes]

"Nope," Nida smiles. "You're way too old to get me frustrated like that. And you can't beat me in a fight. That is the attractive thing."

[baruthumos]

"That is really not incentive to win, you know." Omega points out.

[skyward_eyes]

"Yeah, I guess so," Nida grins. "Thing is, you won't win anyway so I don't see how it's a concern.

[baruthumos]

"You know the thing you're doing won't work," Omega informs him. Nida keeps returning to this point, it's worth poking. "No matter how badly you want it to be true, there is no magic number of times you repeat that you're going to win that makes the Universe reshape itself to your hopes."

[skyward_eyes]

"Then let's see what the shape of the universe is," Nida smiles. He waits half a moment before darting in. He fakes left then spins and brings the staff as hard and fast as he can into Omega's leg.

[baruthumos]

Omega is not stupid, he knows Nida is going to aim for his knee. He moves out of the way even as Nida is faking left, and while the staff still makes contact, it's not nearly as bad as it could have been.

That does mean the left jab he hits Nida with comes from the shoulder, and it doesn't land with nearly enough force for his liking.

[skyward_eyes]

It does get enough force to get the tiniest since out of Nida. But he rolls aside with the punch that ends up hitting just below his collarbone. Staff tucked close to his body it is easy to spin away, then flash the weapon out. The best part of a polearm is the force multiplier it offers, and swinging it with a full body twist at omega's uninjured shoulder is easy.

[baruthumos]

Taking the hit to follow Nida seems like a good idea. Omega ignores the eletric pins that chase down his arm, throws a right hook in the general direction of Nida's kidneys.

He misses.

[skyward_eyes]

His accuracy is no doubt lessened by the fact that Nida, seeing the blow coming, simply sumersalts left. Mobility is easier when you are young and flexible.

[baruthumos]

Omega is neither, and he falls back into his Philly shell, waiting for Nida to come back, and for feeling to return to his fingers.

[skyward_eyes]

"Sell hit harder," Nida shrugs as he comes back to ready. "You're surprisingly patient for, well, you."