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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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[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.

A... religious leader, if that makes sense.

[ Eh, whatevs. She's been here long enough to realize that the word "priestess" may not be familiar to everyone. ]

And... that makes you capable of doing...?

[He makes a sort of flipping hand gesture with his hands.]

It's a long story, but my people dance to honor the Wind Deity. My fighting style is based on those dances, which is why I spin and jump a lot. I let gravity and momentum make up for what I lack in size.

So. You are dancing. As a form of combat.

I suppose you could put it that way.

... If he ever shows up here, you should teach it to him.

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