Aug 13 07:10:01 105 PA

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Thu Aug 13 07:10:01 105 PA.

Roulin is wearing his fatigues as he's standing in the gym. His hands are wraped up as he gets to one of the mats. He's working on the fancy footwork, switching up from left to right, to left again. Almost like a boxer might.

Katsumi arrives in a black short and a green sleeveless t-shirt, nice CS military regular one if someone has the eye for it. The Japanese stalker stops in the near of her mercenary mate, crossing her arms around her chest and watches the man's training. "Nice work Roulin. You already made some improvement." She comments in her deep voice. "Are you ready for a little personal fight? Or do you want to warm up a little more?"

Roulin gives a sly grin as he says "Sure, I'm up for a brawl, but lets keep it physical, yeah?" He notices the CS mil gear, but dosn't comment or act surprised. A moment later, he throws a one two punch combo into the air in front of him.

"Good!" Katsumi smiles and turns to walk into the ring. "Ok, let we start." She says and walks into somewhere in the middle, starting to relaxes her muscles with a few dance-like steps and movements. "Would you like to start?" she smiles playfully and waves to the man to draw him closer.

Desmond comes rolling into the gym at a steady pace, walking smoothly inward as he scans the myriad of occupants. Once he spies Kat and Roulin he immediately turns to head towards them, saving his greetings until he has come close to the two. He's clad in his simple gym attire, sans his bag. "Katsumi. Roulin. I am here," he will rumble as he nears the ring itself. The names aimed in greeting at their respective owners, the last said to Katsumi with a slight dip of his head.

Roulin nods, climbing up to the ring, and jumping side saddle over the side and into a corner. He stretches slightly as he cracks some muscles and loosens himself up a bit more. "Yeah. I'll start...coming right at ya!" as he takes a few quick steps forward to try and close the difference, throwing his left out in a feint before his right fist comes on in for the real blow. Desmond is heard, but not replied to, not yet.

Katsumi glances briefly at Desmond, offering her a faint smile, but instead to let Roulin to take an advantage of her distraction - as she would expect him to do - she strikes first. The Japanese stalker jumps closer with a few small zigzag jumps, aiming her fist into the man's upper body, while she keeps her other fist defensively at the front of her head.

Desmond doesn't speak again, having noted the match that has begun. He lingers by the side of the ring, eyes lifted to watch the action mutely. Focusing on the initial movements with a simple, alert focus.

Roulin moves forward, but is quick to instead knock that incoming fist away with a twisting arm motion, deflecting it away as he tries to use the gap left behind for a quick jab to Katsumi's ribs. He's pretty inclose fighter, and he's not letting the psi-stalker get any breathing room.

It seems his attack take Katsumi by surprise. His fist hits her rib; making her step back and blink before she aims to attack the man's head. She couldn't let him to defeat her so fast.

Roulin quickly ducks his head under the attack, letting it slide harmlessly over him as he uses his lower position to try and press the attack against Katsumi. He's utterly quiet as he does this, the only sound is his breathing as follows up with another quick jab to the gut.

Desmond continues to quietly observe the interplay of the combat, showing no visible reaction to the back and forth of it. But his eyes remain steady, head turned slowly to keep them his gaze centered on them. <OOC> Roulin suddenly feels really bad for learning boxing while beating Katsumi

The second strike has hit Katsumi also and the stalker steps back once more, moaning from the pain. Her defense was to slow; she just reaches her guts with her lower arms when Roulin pulls back his fist. But she is still capable to strike back and so she does, it is a desperate attack without a real aim.

Roulin dosn't let up on Katsumi, pushing the arm away from him with a quick motion as he tries to go in for a finisher, and moves to do a strong right hook across her jaw. He's really pressing his advantage, and dosn't seem to want to waste a bit of it.

Katsumi is aware of the jab strike, perhaps because she was mostly protective of her head from the beginning. She pulls up one of her arm and leans back. When the fist swings in the air she makes her own attack, aiming from her left, hoping that Roulin has less defence there.

Desmond nods his head slightly to some aspect of the battle, his expression growing thoughtful as he follows the flow of the fight. Head canted slightly, he shifts himself a step to the side, adjusting his angle slightly as he continues to observe.

Roulin was not defending himself well, but in his moment of over extention, he seems to have already known something was admiss and pulls his arm back in time to catch the fist in the crux of his arm. Planning on trying to use this against Katsumi, Roulin then jabs his fist on the same side towards Katsumi's ribs again.

It works well; Katsumi rib is again a nice and easy target for Roulin. She is just too slow to defend herself. There is a moan from the pain as she feels the fist again. But she still stands, at least for now. She steps back to dance at the man's side and aiming several punches at his upper body, around the collar bone.

Desmond is standing at the edge of the ring, observing as Katsumi and Roulin spar. The big make is dressed in his light gym garb, all ready to go himself. His attention is focused on the other two, tracing the back and forth path of the battle with a critical gaze.

Roulin takes the hits well...well, mostly well, he puts up a great defense, but that defense isn't enough for when the unannouncing knock out blow sends him sprawling to the mat. There's even a few little stars orbiting his head.

Katsumi stops her attack as her punch hits the man's chin and knocks him out. She uses a few moments to crouch down and gasp for air. She needs that desperately! It wasn't an easy win; her ribs are hurt so much. She crosses her arms around her and stares at the unconscious man. "I will be soon no match of him." She smiles and glances at Desmond. "He is amazingly talented, a very good member of our team. He just needs to learn a few tricks. He is strong and fast. Damn I feel I will pass away soon."

The door brushes open, admitting another to the hot, humid room. In dusty gold trunks and a dark blue tee already dappled with the sweat of exercise, Sebastien looks not one bit out of place in the sparring room. A length of thick, soft-looking white towel drapes over his shoulders, which the lithe six-footer wipes unconsciously through his short hair and drops over his shoulders again, clearing his eyes of sweat. Blue orbs raise at that familiar voice, a small smile touching Sebastien's lips as he peers up. "You will also need to learn new tricks then, non?" he replies, in a voice that carries.

Desmond arches his brows when Kat gets in a good one and Roulin goes down. He pops up a moment after, hopping up to the edge of the ring before slipping over the ropes to approach the two. "A sound blow," he rumbles, kneeling beside Roulin to check him out. Though the most he can do is check that he's still breathing. Which he is. Satisfied, Desmond look to Katsumi and nods nice. "He is quite swift. Near a match for me, with his innate speed. Need you any assistance?" He pauses then to glance back as Sebastien announces himself, dipping his head to the man. "Sebastien," he rumbles in greeting.

Roulin is still out for a little bit, the little stars about his head have become little duckies. Nothing all that special, but he's likely to wake up pretty shortly.

Katsumi laughs and shakes her head, even that her laugh ends up into a cough. She straightens up and walks over to Roulin to check him. "Well it is about the talent Honey." She answers to Sebastien. "Which I have elsewhere. AT least I could take a few strong punches before I pass out." The stalker laughs once more and steps outside from the ring. "I need some rest before we continue." And with that she searches fr a seat.

Sebastien slips up to the ring and hops to the ropes, grabbing a handful and slipping between them. "What on earth were you doing using all of your strength?" Sebastien chides, and drops to his knees beside Roulin. "He's stunned, at the very least. He may have a concussion. Did you ever come to think of how it is you knock someone out like this? The brain tears loose of the binding fibers that keep it in place in the skull." Sebastien frowns, and gives Katsumi a very disapproving look. "Help me get him outsie where it is cooler."

"Yes, go and rest," Desmond agrees with Kat. He looks up as Sebastien enters the ring to do his own inspection. At the talk of moving him outside, Desmond leans forward and slips his arms underneath Roulin's sprawled form, lifting him up with an uncanny ease. "Out to the street?" Asked with some concern as he rises to his feet, shifting his grip a bit to be more comfortable for them both.

Roulin seems to stir and wake as he gives looks about. Apparently the hearing isn't...back...ahh, there it is. "Mwuuhhh." Okay, maybe the voice isn't completely woken up, as he gives gentle tugs to try and break free and stand on his own.

"No, we aren't used our full strength Sebastien." The Japanese stalker sulks and watches the mentioned man with some anger and hatred. "I tried to be very careful, but hell he was so close on me, I couldn't calculate my every movement. It just happened. And he is strong, even with the careful strikes I still feel his hits." She explains and leans back staring at the others.

"Non, out of this room," Sebastien replies. "The main exercise room will do. It is too hot and humid here -- I think because of the pool la." Sebastien slips into french and mutters something, reaching out to peel back Roulin's eyelids and inspect his eyes. "Perhaps he is not concussed, after all."

Desmond starts to turn and go when Roulin wakes on his own. He will pause then, glancing down at the man draped across his arms, considering him as he starts to come around. Though the first ineffectual struggles will only cause him to curl his arms a bit closer, keeping him in place. "Be still," Desmond rumbles as he moves to the edge of the ring after Seb gets a look at his eyes, moving him from the ring itself first, if not further after.

Roulin gives Seb a quick swat to defend himself, "Hands off the eyes." as he seems to not be wanting to move the rest of his body for the now, being carried away. "Mmm, Looks like I have two keepers now." before he smiles.

"Are you all right?" Katsumi smiles faintly at Roulin's direction. "I guess so, you are a capable guy and a good material to be an excellent boxer." The Japanese stalker stands up and walks toward the ring. "You are quick and strong. You just need to learn a few techniques." She hushes away the other two. Do you need a little pause for rest? I would gladly use some time to recover.

"If he can smile through this headache, he is either fine or beyond my ability to help." Sebastien steps away from the smaller man then, ignoring the 'keeper' comment, and walks back fearlessly towards Katsumi's hateful gaze. The mirth in his gaze is incongruous with the tenseness of his body, the firm set of his arms and the light dance of calves raised on the balls of his feet. One of his arms snakes out, wrapping fingers about the back of Kat's neck to draw her close enough that he can plant a kiss on the top of her forehead, blue orbs staring down into her smoldering gaze. Those blue depths carry depths, pools she could find herself lost in as he stares down a swollen moment before leaning in close to whisper at her ear, "People such as you and I must be very careful around humans. It is easy to forget just how fragile they can be." He gives her neck a gentle squeeze with that meaty hand and gives Kat a playful shove towards the ring. "So. Which of you is up next?"

After slipping over the ropes and dropping down from the edge of the ring, Desmond eyes Roulin before slipping his arm out from under the man's legs, letting them drop while he continues to support his back. A bit of an abrupt introduction to being upright, but Des will keep a hand on the man until he's settled his feet to the floor. He too provides no response to the keeper comment, merely giving Roulin a firm pat on the back once he's upright. Which could go towards upsetting that state. "I know not who is next, Katsumi called us here," he rumbles, looking towards her. "I have previously tested myself against both you and Roulin."

Roulin takes a few moments to get on his feet before he nods to Desmond and says "Thanks Desmond, and Hi." before he looks over to Katsumi, "Wicked punch in there...were you holding back?" he asks simply as he makes his way towards a bench to sit down at. "Didn't think you had it in you."

Katsumi is calming down from the hold of her boyfriend; she keeps her smoldering gray eyes on Sebastien. She even manages to smile warmly, but only until she hears Roulin words. The Japanese stalker glances there with a sulking face. "Of course I did Roulin." She tells firmly and escapes from Sebastien's arms. "I couldn't help, I aimed your collar bone, but apparently you moved into my punch with your head." She explains.

"Sure," Sebastien murmurs. "Blame the man waking up from the flat of his back, He ran into your fist." The scarred man grins and leans against the side of the ring, folding arms before him as he watches Katsumi walk away. Almost as fun as watching her walk towards him. "So ah, this is the recruitment meeting?"

"I means of testing each other to see what strengths and weaknesses we have," Desmond rumbles to Sebastien. "It was an interesting thing to observe, as one can always learn from observing how others approach battle." He looks to Roulin and offers, "Your agility is still exceptional, but you could use more speed. Something to consider for your future training." He looks to Kat and cants his head slightly. "For you, it seems the opposite is true, though agility is more difficult to train. But your speed is quite favorable."

Roulin gives a soft 'mmhmm' and looks to Katsumi for a little bit before sitting back and seeming to enjoy himself for the moment, much as he might still be groggy. "Thanks Desmond."

Katsumi occupies her seat once more, sulking even more. She is quiet, just watches Sebastien and Roulin. It seems she is thinking about something and tries to recover.

"Agility?" Sebastien asks. "Perhaps it is not so easy, but there is always technique. I imagine Katsumi knows something about bladed weapons. If she does not, well. I may know a thing or two about the sword." Sebastien's scarred face lights up in a grin, making him look almost human again, and he tilts his head to the side dismissively. "It takes longer, I know. But the pursuit of perfection is is as important as the destination."

Desmond nods to Roulin, then looks to Sebastien. "Katsumi favors knives, much the same as I do," he rumbles in reply. "A weapon given to agility more than most, but yes, it takes time. Perfection is something no one can truly attain, we all seek it without success for as long as we walk the path of the sword. But that only makes the pursuit all the more alluring, for there is always more to discover and learn."

Roulin looks over to Desmond before back to Sebastien, "I prefer vibroclaws myself really. I have a nice set sitting on the left arm of my armor. Great for parrying while I fight with something in my right hand."

"Damn right!" Katsumi straightens up and walks once more to the ring. "But you are not here to talk about perfection." She scolds Roulin? At least her smoldering eyes at set on him. "Stand up and go with me. I show you some punches." She keeps her arms crossed around her chest. "I give you a half-minute to recover vibro-clawer."

Sebastien gives Roulin a man-shrug and a look, as if to say, 'Yes, she's always like this.' He casts a bemused glance at Katsumi, taking a little step away from the woman, swallowing as much of his grin as he can manage. The result sounds a little strangled, but at least provides Katsumi some modicum of dignity. Wandering past Desmond, Sebastien speaks softly, "Try and make sure she does not kill him, non?"

Desmond arches a brow slightly and glances towards Katsumi as she gives Roulin direction to get back to the ring. An ear, then his head turn as Seb passes by to deliver a message. His brows lift slightly, his response subtle. "I doubt such a thing would happen, but I will." Offered in all due seriousness. He does then turn his attention back to Katsumi, wondering, "What plan you next in this training?"

Roulin gives a nod, as he looks back to Desmond. "Mmm, give me a minute, and I'll be good." that was ment more for Katsumi, but he's not really bothering to move, wanting to rest while he can.

"I will not eat him alive, I keep that joy for Sebastien." Katsumi laughs and offers her hand to the man. "Stand up Roulin, ok? We will just go to the bags, you could rest there and I show you some moves how to knock someone. And next time I am sure I will end in the floor." She grins widely.

Sebastien calls back, "Do not tease the boy!" He casts Desmond a small smile and nudges the cat's elbow as he slips past, raising a hand in a wave as he heads for the door. "Mademoiselle, do not stay out late. I was thinking dinner? My place? I will cook?" He peers at Katsumi with a broad grin.

Desmond considers and offers, "Perhaps we might call a pause for now and resume after both of you are in better condition. Some rest, some time to reflect on the match and consider what both might learn from it."

Roulin gives a nod, and heads out, or something.

Katsumi is heading out with a sulking face. Her teaching is already messed up; everyone has teir own opinion how is the best and how to do, she is the only one who have no chance to lead the rythm. Or she fees it like that. The stalker nods with a red face and hurries to change back her clothes.

Desmond considers as he watches the other three go, a subtle frown coming about as he observes Katsumi's demeanor as she goes. But he resolves to look to it later. Time is best now. He decides to linger about for a time, looking to some further refining of the self after his long hiatus.

<<Scene ends quickly due to RL attack>>

Location:Kingsdale - Gym Tags:desmond, katsumi, learning, roulin