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[fe_male]

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making up things is just so much easier

[motherofnemesis]

Yeah, it does. [ He may be talking about himself but she's just going to apply that statement to herself too because she can. ] What don't they grab? What do you want to learn.

it really is

[fe_male]

[ Well he was talking in general but the sophisticated part can be about them both. He wouldn't object to that. ] I wanna knowww... Hm. Can you show me - [ as his brain helpfully supplies 'something familiar about the dangers like me', which doesn't work, but whatever. ] What if they've got your hands tied up?

'do i know anything about this nope okay doesn't matter'

[motherofnemesis]

[ Super sophisticated brains, aw yeah. ] Well, that depends a lot on how many there are, what your hands are tied with, but mostly for that you're going to want to know how to kick things really hard. There's a couple things you can do if they grab you by your tied hands, too.

although i exhaustively wiki half the time anyway

[fe_male]

Okay, well, then what's the most useful thing that you've learned that you can show me here?

the worst is when i wiki it to hell and still have to make it up

[motherofnemesis]

[ Hmmm. ] The small things, generally. For instance, how to break someone's nose in a way that is highly likely to kill them. The points in the arm that hurt like hell when you poke them. How to kick someone in the shin so that it doesn't hurt you but they feel it for weeks. [ Shrug. And asking her to pick based on what's saved her life wouldn't really work either, because she has a lot of things that have saved her life. ] The throws are the most fun, really.

see usually i wiki to hell and then have to make it sound like i made it up anyway

[fe_male]

[ It's sad that no aspects of this conversation are ringing 'normal people don't say these things' alarm bells, for either of them. ] Yeah, the throws are a blast. Total ball there. Let's throw a ball. So, okay, hit me with another throw, then.

that sounds equally frustrating

[motherofnemesis]

[ Well, they are definitely not remotely near normal, either of them. ] Sure, then. Try and punch me.

damn playing characters who know things

[fe_male]

[ He shifts again, back into movement, and after a handful of seconds' worth of sizing her up again, he does try to punch her. ]

yes seriously they are the worst!

[motherofnemesis]

[ She moves aside, grabbing his wrist as it comes in and stepping inwards, transitioning into a throw but not quite following through so that she's holding him up suspended over the floor, legs planted solidly for support. ] Like that.

/stares at own roster. cries a little

[fe_male]

Woa-aahh, okay. [ This isn't like. Odd at all. He can't tell if he likes being just hoisted up like this or if he'd rather have been thrown. ] Yeah, okay. You're a lot stronger than you - well not that you don't look, but, yeah.

hahaha..ha yes same

[motherofnemesis]

[ She lets him go a little ways above the floor after a moment, far enough that he gets the picture of how a smooth and uninterrupted throw would work but not that it will hurt at all, and grins down at him, a little amused. ] I actually put a lot of effort into that, so thanks.

we can be overwhelmed to death together

[fe_male]

[ He's decided the floor is comfy. ] Good job, really. [ Because yeah he's not - I mean, Bruce outweighs him, he's second lightest on the team after Natasha, but that's out of a team full of people who are built like anything from Japanese compacts to all-American dual HEMIs, but all cars regardless. It's not easy to throw around a full grown adult no matter how big they aren't. ] Okay, so that's one more throw. What is that, three now? How many are there? There's like. Three, right?

yes excellent

[motherofnemesis]

[ The floor is not comfy, Tony. She puts her hands on her hips and raises her eyebrows, watching him. ] There's like, hundreds. [ Kind of amused, and she reaches her hand out to help him up. ] But if you can get, say, three basic technique ideas down you can make them work for a lot of things.

[fe_male]

[ Yeah, well. He takes her hand after a second or two of evaluating it, and then gets to his feet. ] The primary color approach to fighting - I like it.

[motherofnemesis]

You try and throw me now. A full throw, too, all the way through. [ Grinning. ] If you can make me actually hit the floor you get extra credit.

[fe_male]

Wow, teacher's a little competitive. [ But okay, deal. He'll go for that. He'll start moving again, rolling out his shoulders and getting down to business to defeat the hunnnnnns ]

[motherofnemesis]

Maybe a little bit. [ Just grinning as she loosens her shoulders and then starts to throw a punch. ]

[fe_male]

[ He blocks it fairly easily, twisting and stepping around her. It was a decent opportunity, but he's not going to go for the first one. He wants to see if he can find something better. In the meantime, he'll aim a kick to try and buckle her knee, knock her off balance. ] Not the only one.

[motherofnemesis]

[ She grins in approval at the block, eyebrows going up as he keeps moving because now she's interested. Trying something new is always a good thing in her books. The kick she moves back from just late enough for it to contact a little, the combination enough to unsteady her a little. She's watching his face more than anything now, eyes bright and interested. ] Oh?

[fe_male]

[ The little amount of contact is still enough to be encouraging. ] You think it's possible to make it to the top of any industry without being a lot competitive? [ Never mind that technically he started at the top, that it was his father who put them there initially and only him who cemented their position. It still takes a lot to stay put, particularly when you rapidly and completely change your industry.

He's still moving though, watching. He doesn't mind playing the long game, tactically, and he starts in on a series of relatively blockable punches. ]

[motherofnemesis]

I think you haven't had a lot of real competition. [ Blocking as she talks, not striking back yet because she's curious to see what he's going to do, itching to get something new. Her eyes stay fixed on his face, peripheral vision enough for now. ]

[fe_male]

Aww, that's sweet. [ Well, he was sort of hoping she'd play back a little more than that, but okay, if she wants to be difficult. He keeps up with the rapid-fire punches, occasionally one to a little off from the main trunk of the body - something to her side, one to her shoulder to ostensibly knock her a little off-balance but really just mean that she's having to cover a wider range of attacks. Then suddenly he drops, trying to sweep her legs. There was enough projecting that he thinks she'll jump over the attempt, which means she'll have to land, and when she does, he'll grab her at the waist and roll her over his shoulder. If it works. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ She always wants to be difficult. It's really just her favorite thing to do, to be honest. But she is more actively engaged now as he starts to gain momentum, blocking enough to keep things from landing and trying to track his movements. She does jump over that attempt, and as she lands she laughs a little bit at the familiar feel of the first steps of a throw, braces herself against the landing so that she can roll back up. ]

[fe_male]

Hey, no doing that. [ He threw you, come on, the least you can do is actually fall over. But he lets her roll up to her feet, moving and moving again to see what else he can start to think of. ]

[motherofnemesis]

Okay, I'll make you a deal. You bring me down again, I'll stay down. [ Which will actually be hard to make herself do, because her instinct is to get up as soon as possible, not get down at all if possible, but she figures for this one round she can manage it probably. She throws a few quick punches at him, looking for his reactions. ]