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[In the wee morning hours of Oct. 9th, a text goes out.]

anyone around mahogany and awake and want to go a few rounds run somewhere train creatures will take anything[Because that was one hell of a dream. One he's not too sure he's going to be able to get over too quickly right now. He's just... loathe to admit it even happened.]

[But, regardless of whether or not anyone is conscious to answer his question, the old bot can be found in a local park, either jogging with his Growlithe, or attempting to wrestle his Aggron.]

[Something physical. It's all that's going to get his mind off things.]

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I have no weapons.

Might as well just go with hands.

Very well.

[ She sets her tonfa aside, where her Scyther is conversing in hushed, worried tones to Ironhide's Onix. What's up with their trainers?

That done, she falls into a ready stance, and waves him forward. ] Come on.

[Onixes don't have shoulders to shrug with, so Napalm just shakes her head -- she has no idea.]

[Meanwhile.]

[He's a little curious why this tiny kid is so eager to fight. She doesn't have Heather's "i'm going to kill the whole world goddammit" attitude to pin it on, either.]

[So he moves cautiously, more slowly than usual, to test it. His grab for one of her arms is clear, without attempt to feint or distract her.]

[ She is tired, frustrated, and frightened. She watched her own pokémon, mangled and corrupted by the very sword she tried so hard to destroy, beg her for his death.

It was a dream, yes, but Talim does not ignore her dreams. It's a bad omen, and it shook her.

She's not pulling her punches.

She spins inside of his reach- she's small, but speed is her ally- jabbing an elbow at his gut. ]

[It sort of shook him, too. But Ironhide is more the sort to internalize these things.]

[Good. That was precisely the reason he went slowly. To gauge her reactions, her intentions. She's as serious as she seemed. He takes the hit, as a result. It earns a sharp grunt.]

[And then he makes an attempt to slam his elbow into her shoulder, to knock her back a few paces.]

[ She's already skirting back, so the blow is glancing as she twirls away. She takes a moment to roll her shoulder before falling back into stance to see what he'll do next. ]

[Huh. She's good. He's pleasantly surprised.]

[He circles her, arms loose, at the ready. If he goes to her, she's going to move out of the way. He'll have to make her come to him.]

[So he takes a step back, still watching.]

[ She clenches her fists, watching him. It's clear he's not coming to him.

He lunges, suddenly dropping low to aim a kick at his knee. ]

[Huh. So she's onto that strategy, is she?]

[If that kick connects to one of this frame's knees, it's going to drop. He has to block it. So he jabs a hand down, to try and grab her ankle at best -- or at the very least, block the incoming kick.]

[ He catches her, one big hand clamping around one tiny ankle. She has to brace herself with her hands to keep from totally falling over. Thankfully, that also gives her the leverage to swing her other foot up at the side of his head. ]

[When his hand connects, when he feels his hand clamp down and secure itself on her ankle, he pulls her up. Straight up. Trying to take her off balance.]

[Her foot connects, and his whole body jerks to one side, delaying his effort to pull her off the ground.]

[ She'll take whatever hesitation she can get, and twists again, swinging her foot at his belly this time, trying to wind him and get him to let go. ]

[If she's going to kick, he's going to try and catch her other leg, to have a matched set.]

[ This seems unfair somehow! She jerks her foot free, thankfully, frowning. ] Do you intend to just cling to my ankle the whole time?

If you cannot escape... yeah.

[Although he kind of wants to see what she'll do to get out of this. She's been a nice surprise so far.]

[ She glares up at him, balanced on her hands with one ankle in his grip.

The kick she launches at his knee is sudden, fast, and hopefully surprising enough to make contact. ]

[It is. He grunts, sharply, dropping her in order to keep himself from pitching over as the kicked leg starts to crumble.]

[She picked a good target. He didn't think he'd been favoring it. Maybe she'd been lucky.]

[ Knees are always a safe bet. Hit them just right and anyone'll hurt.

She scrambles away, putting distance between them again. ]

[As she scrambles, he starts rolling forward. Hard on her heels, in a forward rush.]

[Let's see what she does with this.]

[ She hears him right behind her, and if that's how he wants to play it, then fine. She stops suddenly, plants her feet, and launches into a backflip.

She should be able to clear him- she can very nearly clear her Dragonite in a flip- but if not, she plans on using his shoulders as a springboard for her hands. ]

[As she flips, he makes a grab for her. He probably isn't fast enough, but no one ever said Ironhide didn't try.]

[He also can't help but bark out a laugh. All right. He's impressed. She's better than he'd thought she'd be.]

[ That laugh does something- it snaps her out of her foul mood, out of the growing sense of dread deep in her stomach. When she lands behind him, she has a little smile on her face. ]

I've fought much bigger than you, Ironhide.

I can see that. Did not have you figured for a soldier.

[He doesn't look terribly put out by all this. Because, dammit, he'd be a piss-poor soldier if he couldn't appreciate someone else's skill. It's drastically different from his own -- he could never do anything like that.]

[... and it reminds him of someone.]

You fight a little like someone I know. Liked to flip over my head too.

I'm not. I'm a priestess.

[ It's good to be talking, to be thinking of anything else. ]

A friend of yours?

... Huh?

[Talim that really doesn't explain anything to him.]

Something like that. Yeah.

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