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WHO: Keith + You
WHERE: Dawn of the Delts, Maurtia Falls
WHEN: April
WHAT: Self Defense and general working out
WARNINGS: None -- will updated as needed.

Self Defense-- After the Class

[ Being a self defense instructor was a little more complicated then he realized at first. His first few classes were less than ideal (some minor yelling, enough tension for a knife to cut through) but now he was finally easing into the role. Keith was putting his patience to the test with each class, but it was good for him. A shame he won't remember doing this if he ever goes back home permanently.

He observes for a moment, before offering a kind smile. ]

All right. Good job, but make sure to keep your toes back when you kick like that. Don't really want to be breaking them now.

[ If only Iverson could see him now. He'd probably keel over and die at the shock of it all. ]

Let's wrap up for the day. Remember, you're more then welcome to come see me after for additional help.

Workout - Needs more 80s music

[ Anyone could probably notice that Keith is working out harder then normal. His hair is tied up, hands balled in fists as he throws punches at the hanging bag at the side of the gym. He's quick to throw a roundhouse kick, before taking a step back to breathe.

With Allura showing up he's reminded again of the battle of Naxzela and what happened. It was war, their mission to stop the Galra from taking over (and subsequently destroying) the universe took precedence over his own life-- didn't it? Working with the Blades was a constant reminder that they all signed up for this. Knowledge or death.

Was that really the only way?

Angry at himself, he throws another punch -- a bad one at that -- and he withdraws his hand in pain. At least he's not punching an actual person? ]

[ ooc: If you'd like to do a separate post let me know! I'd be happy to do a prompt for people directly. Otherwise, feel free to use this as an open Dawn of the Delts Gym post as well! ]

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[ Luke knew he was welcome at now Kanan's dojo whenever he wanted, but he also wanted to keep an open mind, and maybe sometimes go train somewhere where the people from his galaxy didn't frequent. So when he heard about Dawn of the Delts, he couldn't help but take a look inside. It was a nice little gym with plenty of equipment, and it looked like a few different classes available. ]

[ Now if only that weird, niggling feeling in the Force would go away, he'd be able to enjoy it a little more. ]

[ He frowned to himself, turning to try and find where the source of that feeling was coming from, only to hear a loud THUNK next to his ear. He turned toward the source of the noise, only to find a knife embedded in the wall behind him, mere centimeters away from his ear. If he hadn't turned his head, it probably would have... ]

[ Luke swallowed, an awkward, uneasy look coming to his face, before he turned again, trying to see where the knife might have come from. ]

[ He hadn't expected him to ever show up. They hadn't run into each other since-- well since he got his ass handed to him in the alley so many months ago. His reflexes (and his agility) are extremely different from their last meeting, and without thinking he tosses his luxite blade at his head.

Keith was surprised how close he got to hitting him. He really shouldn't have aimed like that considering Luke was a customer but... ]

Oh no.

[ Anger outweighing logic, he storms over, glaring at Luke. ]

You're not welcome here. Not after that stunt you pulled.

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[ It took him a moment to remember who this person was, considering how long it had been since they ran into each other. He let out an exasperated noise, his shoulders dropping as he stared at the guy. ]

Really? You're still out to kill me?

[ He reached back, pulling the knife out from the wall. ]

How many different ways do I have to tell you, 'I've never met you before'?

That wasn't my-- [ He rubs his face, groaning a bit. ] Look I'm not trying to kill you but I know what I saw.

[ He holds his hand out, a sour look on his face as he rests his other hand on his hip. ]

I don't believe that. I know it was you.

[ And his dumb magic!!! He just wanted that hover bike. ]

[ Luke was half tempted to just slip the knife in his belt. Seriously, the guy throws it at him, and now he's expecting him to just hand it back? The sour look on his face clearly shouted at the other man that he was lucky he was actually a nice person, before he held it out to him. ]

You realize you started accusing me of attacking you just after the Heaven Scent clones were wandering around, right?

[ Please tell him at least noticed that much. Please. ]

[ Keep it Luke and he might just kill you. He's grateful when he hands back the blade, quick to put it back in the sheath on his belt. He frowns, trying to think back to the Heaven Scent situation.

Clones. The guy who attacked him could have been a clone sure, but how was he supposed to believe that? He crosses his arms, giving Luke a look over before he sighs. ]

This place just keeps getting stranger and stranger.

[ He at least had the decency to look a little guilty, rubbing the back of his neck as he glances away. ]

Sorry it's just been... weird. [ For lack of a better word. ]

[ A small, kind smile came to Luke's face when he could feel the hesitant realization. Obviously the guy still didn't trust him, but at least it seemed like he wasn't going to try to kill him again. ]

Tell me about it.

[ He shifted his stance, folding his arms over his chest. ]

That clone very nearly killed my best friend. He knew the difference between it and me, so he was able to defend himself before things got out of hand. I'm sorry that you didn't get that chance.

[Since Darin had been Ported in, he had a lot to get used to. Nothing in this world was anything like his own, and all of the time he spent adjusting seriously cut into his usual routine.]

[Back home, he'd be up at dawn, prepping the forge to open, then getting into his normal workout routine. If he was going to conceal his strength, his powers, he had to at least look the part physically. That meant constant strength training to not only build his body, but to heighten his control.]

[He's currently doing some dead lifts, working up a good sweat. Nothing too crazy, about two hundred pounds, enough to work up a sweat and to pass as normal for his build. The young man across the way angrily beating the crap out of the sandbag. He exhales and puts the weight down just as he throws that bad punch. Darin can't exactly resist the urge to comment.]

Yikes. What did that sandbag ever do to you? You alright there?

[ He instinctively flexes his hand, focusing first on the pain. He then shoots a glare at Darin. ]

I'm fine. [ He snaps, before he takes a deep breath. ] Sorry I didn't mean to...

[ He shakes his hand, turning to face him. ]

Just trying to relieve a little stress. I must have gotten distracted.

Hey don't apologize to me. I'm not the bag.

[Darin rubs his chin for a second.]

I could be though. I mean, if you want a sparring partner. I can promise you that I'm way more sturdy than that thing.

[It's not often he's willing to admit that he makes a good punching bag.]

Whattaya say? Up for more of a challenge?

You sure about that?

[ Should he really be accepting this from a total stranger? He's hesitant at first, if only because he's used to training on his own. He gives him a smile though when he adds to his offer. ]

All right. Sure. It'd be nice to have a sparring partner.

What can I say? I routinely make poor decisions. How else am I gonna learn what's bad for me?

[He laughs and motions off to the side where a small ring is set up for the patrons who prefer to have someone to box with. He foregoes any sort of protection hops right on in, unwinding and then tightening the tape around his hands and wrists.]

I agree with the sentiment though. I haven't had a sparring partner in months. Not since I left home.

[He eyes the training pads, the large ones that trainers put on their hands to give their partner targets to hit. He decides to pick them up and slide them over his hands, clapping together before planting his feet shoulder length apart.]

Name's Darin, by the way. Darin Altway. I'm pretty new here.

[ He follows him to the ring, stretching his arms as they walked. Once he's in the ring he bends to stretch his legs, bending his knees to make sure that he's not tense after punching the bag wrong. ]

It's nice to meet you, Darin. I'm Keith. I've been here for... about a year or something close to it.

[ Which looking back was a little surreal. Maybe he felt a little more guilty then he let on to Allura. He's been here for almost a year and what does he have to show for it? ]

Alright Keith... [He pounds the mats covering his hands together again and starts hopping from one leg to the other to get the blood pumping.]

Whenever you're ready. And don't you dare go easy on me. I'm a lot more resilient than I look. I used to train alongside the Elite Royal Guard of the Knights of Alvale. I'm no slouch!

[He plants his feet again and waits for Keith to start striking.]

[ it's literally after the class when elektra arrives. is she checking out the competition? not really. elektra's own gym had been a business born out of boredom and some need to prove herself. coming here had been on a whim, but elektra wonders if it had been her hunting for something after all. there's an itch beneath her skin that hasn't quite been soothed by a punching bag ... after all, that can't fight back, can it? ]

[ approaching the defense instructor after he offers his hand for additional assistance, something she can see matthew doing despite it potentially affecting his own career, she smiles as she approaches. ]

You make it look easy.

[ had she been watching? yep. ]

More like patience and practice. [ He turns to face her, looking a little sheepish at first. ] Hope I didn't start class without you.

I don't think I've seen you around, though.

[ He doesn't recognize her as a regular customer at the gym, but he could always been wrong. It's not like he's at the gym every day (having to commute for work was enough as it is), so if he was he hopes she'll clear it up fairly quickly. ]

Oh, no. [ elektra shakes her head. ] I’ve been looking for a place to challenge me. There’s only so much a punching bag can do. [ she smiles, like it’s something to feel sheepish about. ]

[ it's the truth ... she's spent a lot of time hanging around gyms, wondering how far and how fast they'll push those around them. she's seen a few she hasn't minded, and dawn of the delts fits that. ]

Do you teach often?

That's a relief. [ He chuckles a bit. ] Hard to find a challenge in a punching bag. I can see that.

[ He pauses briefly. ]

About twice a week. I thought about picking up a third day but-- right now that's about it.

What’s preventing you from picking up that third day? [ elektra tilts her head to the side, curious. ]

[ as someone who is hungry for a lot of blood — for action and that addictive adrenaline rush — it’s almost a strange concept to think not many others feel the same. and to give credit where credit is due, elektra is actually curious, especially given not everyone has been blessed with her background. ]

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