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[fierybluebird]

[Marco has gotten used to a full workload, so this semester, having precipitously less means that he has too much time on his hands. Sure there's the usual "productive" things like club activities or working on methods to keep his family alive when he gets back home, but a pirate has to chill out and have fun. Thus one morning finds Marco hanging around the ceilings, trying to perch upside down like a fail bat. Or maybe a blue ninja. Friends might get randomly dropped upon (for his amusement) but as for the rest, well does anyone ever really look up? If they do, they'll see a half-phoenix, half-blond man chilling out, and getting dizzy. Pro tip: phoenixes are not meant to perch upside down for long periods of time. Or maybe ever. Moral of the story: Leave it to the bats.]

Well, at least I know my claws are strong enough. [Stifles a yawn, this makes him sleepier than it should.]

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[fierybluebird]

Oh? I like the primal feel of it.

[redcinemareel]

I save such primal feelings for the BEDROOM. [Smirks]

[fierybluebird]

Hah~ All the more reason for practice then.

[redcinemareel]

I suppose.

[The training center has the usual suspects inside. Trainers, grats, some other creatures they picked up when the Garden crash landed before. Grell pays that no heed, however. She does realize that she isn't really dressed for practice of this nature. Oh well!

Turns to Marco, putting her hair up into a ponytail.]

Teach me, oh wise one~! [Yes, she is getting ideas for sexy roleplaying for later.]

[fierybluebird]

[Apparently. And he just grins and sets her arms up defensively and nudges her legs into a good kicking position.]

All right there's all kinds of basics to start with. First I think falling back to use your opponent's momentum against them, eh?

[redcinemareel]

[She's not used to this position! Who fights like this?!]

Momentum. [THIS STANCE IS AWKWARD. More than likely because of a lack of chainsaw.] Right.

[fierybluebird]

[MARCO. When he's not you know... flipping upside down and weird shit.]

Now if I come at you like this, the basic goal is to move me with the flow to a position better for you. Like pinning me to the ground, or flipping me. If I throw a punch like this. [Demonstrates by breezing the throw past her cheek.] You'd dodge back that way and try to pull me forward by my arm because it's outstretched. Or trip up my balance because I'm already in motion forwards so it wouldn't take a lot to keep that going.

It's like physics really.

[redcinemareel]

...I'm retaking that class this quarter.

[HAVE YOUR OWN STARE THROWN BACK AT YOU.]

But, I understand. [She fought with the tiniest scythe EVER, so maybe fighting without one wouldn't be so different...]

[fierybluebird]

Okay... I guess we could just go on instincts if you wish.

[Twists her wrist abruptly to get her to fight back.]

[redcinemareel]

[Yes, this is not similar to fighting with a tiny scythe. Winces audibly before placing a hand onto his shoulder, yanking Marco forward for a knee to the abdomen.

A note: Grell is not as frail as she appears. Might wanna watch for her strength.]

[fierybluebird]

[Eyes widen and grunts as he's kneed hard. Yup, she knows what she's doing all right. He kicks out to try to lock her knees and switches the arms back to a defensive posture.]

[redcinemareel]

[She jumps quite high to avoid that leg, landing a few feet away from him with a short slide of her heels in the ground.

...oh, right! Fighting stance.]

[fierybluebird]

[Dashes into action to pounce her and kick at her face.]

[redcinemareel]

[NOT THE FACE! Miraculously dodges that, grabbing that leg and swinging it, and him, over her head. Kind of tosses him away instead of smacking him into the ground.]

[fierybluebird]

[GRINS. Marco likes sparring. And somehow it being with Grell makes it more fun, even without the blood play.] Nice job sexy. [He's thrown back, but rebounds quickly, sweeping his legs low at hers instead and aims a slow punch at her shoulders.]

[redcinemareel]

[It is at least reassuring to her that she could harm him as much as she wanted, and their makeup sex would be HOT.

The punch lands, making her twist around, but swings the other hand in an attempt to backhand Marco with the momentum of the turn.]

[fierybluebird]

[Tries to duck low and block with his other forearm, but he's already swooped in a little too close to back out it. Following true to form with his advice, he just tries to move Grell forward with the trip and slap.]

[redcinemareel]

[What is WITH aiming for her face?! She moves her head back in time, feeling the air brush over her skin as the hand continues on its path. That was way WAY too close! Leaps up only a little so she could twist her body for a roundhouse kick.]

[fierybluebird]

[It's a target she always moves to protect. And he blocks her kick with his and moves to knee her in the stomach.]

[redcinemareel]

[The knee connects, and it's pretty painful. She doesn't breathe, but it's quite a shock to her body nonetheless. Drops to one knee, clutching her abdomen.]

[fierybluebird]

[Eyes widen and drops everything to bend down and check on her.] Shit... Grell... are you all right?

[redcinemareel]

[TACKLES HIM!]

I am now~. [Hook. Line. And sinker. Walks fingers over his neck, mesmerized.] I could EASILY slit your throat right now. [Hums at that.] It's been too long...

[fierybluebird]

[BLINKS. And then relaxes slightly -- not all the way what with the threat of having his throat slit and then just chuckles quietly.]

Too long since killing someone or fighting? [Gently runs his hand soothingly over Grell's throat and under her chin.]

[redcinemareel]

Hmm...both. [Grins SHARPLY. It's so easy to just...give in.]

[fierybluebird]

Ahh of course. Don't kill me Kitten, I'll be a lot less fun like that. [Pet pet pet, not that he thinks he's in danger. Cocky bastard and all that.]