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uh the VAMPIRE part???

Because I'm definitely not the type of person that would absolutely want to punch a vampire and brag about it?
Oh, wait.

....
okay but if u punch him its going to end up being a two on one fight and tulip is scrappy

You're really bad with trying to talk your fight-trigger brother out of fights.
For the record.

[Because Diego is not inclined to back down simply because a woman gets involved. He fought along side one that was just as ruthless and brutal as he ever was for too many years to make the mistake of underestimating someone simply because they were a woman.]

u know what make that three on one because i'll join them
fight me diego

Come down to the gym and put your money where your mouth is right now, Four.

alright, lets go
i've got a few new tricks up my sleeve

I can't wait to see this.

I'll meet you in 10.

[ Meet you in 10, Diego says, and Klaus knows there's no backing down.

He knows his brother's going to flatten him- his little adventures with Luther and Molly have proven that he's lost his touch, that he's out of practice, and even though the skills are still buried under the skin, he's a rusted knife corroded with neglect.

Diego's kept up his skills with his vigilantism, with his boxing and his dart throwing and all the things Klaus has previously mocked him for. It's not going to be a fair fight.

But Klaus doesn't want it to be.

It's an catalyst, he thinks, as he dresses for a fight. Athletic leggings and a loose tank top, showing off his new tattoo that crawls down his arm as a homage to the horrors number Six contains. It's a reason to keep training. To get better.

He's going to get better.

It's a few minutes more until he's down in the area they've turned into a makeshift gym, pacing across the mats on the floor. It's been too long since he's done this, and he's starting to get nervous. Diego's not going to hold back.]

So, think we should establish some ground rules, right?

[Truthfully? Diego doesn't even expect Klaus to show up. He's convinced he was just running his mouth, writing checks his ass can't cash. But still, he heads down to the gym to wait for his brother. Whether he shows up or not is irrelevant. He'll just do his own routine if he doesn't show.

And when Klaus does wander into the gym, Diego's already midway through a set of warmup stretches. He perks a brow as he pushes himself to his feet.]

Ground rules for what?

For this fight, duh.

[ He's already starting to stretch, comparing the competition. Even as kids, Four had never been a match for two. Even now, when they're the same height, Klaus is still scrawny and lean and lacking all the edges his brothers had.

As kids he'd never really needed to be a brawler like his siblings. That was One, and Two. Three and Five. Even Six, his designated protector, probably had more physicality outside of the Horrors than he did. And he remembers the first time they went out, how it had been Three leading the charge, Two and Five and One on clean up. He'd given snide remarks and taunting laughs- a game for them to play- but his kill count had been... Well, Zero. ]

No biting. No powers.

[There's a scoff and a slight shake of his head at that.] Tch. Fine. It won't be that way in a real one, though.

[But maybe it's best they don't go full-throttle. Even with his self-proclaimed 'mostly sober' days here, Klaus is still a twig compared to-- well, actually compared to any of them. Vanya may lack the training the rest of them were afforded as kids, but she still looked better than the man that looked like a strong wind could break him in half. Klaus has never been brute strength, though. He was always more a supporter in that sense. Distraction. Look-out. He was resilient and could bounce back from just about anything, though.]

I still don't have the best reign on the empathy, but I'll try to avoid it.

[He sounds bitter admitting that, and he is. Awfully so. He hates being so out of his element with these sort of things, and he hasn't been unskilled with his powers in a very long time.

He lets Klaus run through his stretches and get warmed up until he slides too easily into a solid stance.]

All right, ready?

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In what? The real fight? Diego, if we're in a real fight against each other, something has gone terribly wrong.

[ He finishes stretching, shaking out his arms like this is going to do any good. He's put on a little weight- a healthy weight- since his overdose several months ago. Actually remembering to eat and being encouraged by Ben to try new things has put a little more meat on his bones so he's not quite as 'snap in half at a gust of wind' as he was three months ago.

But healthy weight doesn't equal muscles, and even with the strides in recovery he's made, he's still lanky and lean and hardly a threat. ]

Promise not to read your mind~

[ He gets into a starting stance, a defensive stance. He knows there's no beating Diego, but that's not the name of the game at this point. It's lasting in the fight. One minute. Two minutes. Try to set a record to beat. ]

Ready.

A real fight. Not one between us, dumbass.

[He watches his brother's antics with a half-amused, half-annoyed look on his face, not bothering to resist rolling his eyes at the way he shakes his arms out like he's really preparing for something, here.

He barely waits for Klaus to say he's ready before he's little more than a flurry of motion, the first punch flying in an insant.]

(( because I just rolled a three which means Klaus is getting punched in the face ))

[ It's honestly over before it even begins.

Klaus gets punched in the face, a boxer's jab, and he's falling to the mat seeing stars. He thinks his ears are ringing, and maybe his nose is broken, but it's been a damn long time since he fought anyone as quick or as strong as Diego, and it shows. ]

Ow! Christ! Asshole!

[ He hisses as he tries to scramble up from the mat before Diego can pin him down. ]

[He blinks in confusion before the rest of the scene catches up in his brain as his brother hisses up at him from the floor. Seriously? Already? He shakes his head.]

Oh, come on, what'd you expect? [He doesn't even try to pin him, not yet. Not this early.] Fight me, Klaus. [He's even going to let him make the first move this time.]

[ Fight him? Oh, he's going to fight him alright. He springs from a crouch, arms moving, trying to wrap them around Diego to take him down to the mat with him. ]

[Diego smirks, anticipating Klaus doing exactly that and as he darts toward him, arms wild, he takes the opportunity to catch him around the middle and flip his brother onto his back on the mat, kneeling as he pins him with one hand in the center of his chest.]

You're more out of practice than I thought. [As he gets up, catching Klaus' hand as he does, he tugs his brother to his feet along with him. He knew it would be kind of like this, though, so it isn't really so much a chastising comment as it is an assessment.

Before continuing, he wanders over and grabs a couple of things-- a set of punch mitts for himself and hand wraps for Klaus. He tosses the wraps to the other.] You know how to do it?

[Boxing wasn't exactly a regular part of their regimented training as kids, but it was something Diego had picked up over the years more as a hobby than anything.]

[ Landing on his back, he lets out a slow exhale, wincing as he allows himself to wallow in self-pity on the mat. His hands curl up into fists, and he tries to soothe the burn of how quickly he's been flipped.

When he sits up, Two is throwing a pair of wraps for his hands, and he shoots him a slightly confused look. ]

Do what? Box?

[ He's starting to wrap his knuckles, the old academy training kicking in. Boxing wasn't part of it, but fighting? Came as natural to them as breathing. ]

Nah. You know I'm not a fighter, Di.

I know, but you're also full of surprises. [He shrugs a little and watches Klaus wrap one hand and he pauses, mutterin at his brother to stop and making him let Diego fix it before he finishes.] And we have to start somewhere. So--

[He makes a vague beckoning motion-- though it's awkward and bulky with the punch mitts on.] Come on, give me your best shot.

[ Klaus rolls his eyes as Diego takes his hands and tapes them, but he watches carefully. A few more times, and he might be able to do it himself.

He's not entirely sure what the goal is- old training is to fight dirty, to incapacitate, to get him on the mat. He'd never really been one to victor in their little sparring matches, especially not against Two or One. And when he did make progress, it's because he'd played dirty. ]

No, but I did sleep with a boxer once. Stayed with him about a week.

[ He throws a few jabs, starting into the mind games. Make them uncomfortable, like he'd done when Hazel and Cha-Cha. ]

You know, I think he went to the same Gym you did!

Somehow, I'm not surprised. [His voice is flat, unflinching at the first remark-- and the second didn't really do much more but earn Klaus an eyebrow arched in his direction.] How do you know what gym I was in, anyway?

[Diego's goal is just assessment at this point, see exactly how far down the blackhole of drugs that Klaus' skills have gone, what needs work and how much it will take to get him into a proper kind of shape. Right now, the most he knows is: A lot. He's lost a lot. Needs to work on a lot. But that's not enough to make any real training regiment.]

Give me a roundhouse kick. [He doesn't expect this to go well-- in fact, he fully expects Klaus to go too full-throttle and land on his ass. But he still waits to see how it plays out.]

[ Klaus can't help but pout a little at Diego's non-reaction, his bluff called. He supposes that, given how much they know about each other, not much could make Diego uncomfortable. Well, not anything that he was willing to throw out right now. Of course so much could be said to get into his head- nasty, mean things on the tip of his tongue, about always second best and not good enough for the police force and a million other things that would probably leave him a human pincushion.

But the gears are already turning, and he's slowly putting two and two together as Di gives him another order.]

... So what, you're evaluating me now?

[ He crosses his arms, stepping back. ]

Maybe I'm not as good as you, but I know how to fight, Diego.

Yes? [His voice leaves no room for question-- this should have been obvious all along, as far as he's concerned.] Isn't that the point? You wanna get better. [A beat and his features wrinkle in confusion.] ...Don't you?

[Had he completely read this whole thing wrong somehow?]

I do, I do, I just...

[ Training under Diego wasn't exactly what he had in mind. No doubt about it, Two would be a hardass about it. No slacking off, no missed days. Not like telepathy training with Ben, which was going at a much slower and easy pace.

Slowly, he exhales, shakes out his arms again. Welp. Time to commit.]

Was kinda hoping that I'd find someone outside the family to train with, you know?

[ Mostly because he couldn't keep up with One through Three. All his years of squandering his talents, and he imagines Ben is a better fighter htan he is. Hell, Vanya could probably kick his ass if he tried hard enough.

A small part of him feels a flush of shame at just how much he's let himself go, but the majority knows that he did what he did for a reason. He didn't always want to get high, he tells himself, he just had to to block out the ghosts and keep them from trying to crawl under his skin. ]

... Roundhouse kick, right?

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i am really bad at writing fights, it's problematic with a character like Diego t b h

And this is where d20s are my friend

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End here or back to you?