fandomtownies | Atlas Gym, Wednesday Morning

Aly wasn't...quite as happy about this whole sparring with swords thing. But there was the argument that you should at least try out a gifted weapon and Wade made a very good ~~threat~~ argument about why it should be today. So she showed up. Swords - and knives - in hand.

"No teasing about how bad I am."

Wade raised his hands in a submitting gesture. "I would never." A beat. "Okay, I so would, but I'll keep it limited to constructive criticism, okay?"

She shook her head, chuckling. "Constructive criticism that doesn't include the words 'you fight like a girl?'" she asked hopefully.

"Well, I've gotten my ass kicked by a couple girls over the years, so I won't mock based on gender alone," Wade promised, twirling the sword easily. "One sword, right?"

"One sword," she agreed, unsheathing hers and setting the smaller weapons to the side. She swung it carefully, getting a feel for the differences in balance before raising an eyebrow at Wade. "Ready for me?" she teased,

"Always am!" Wade wasn't going into any form or stance, just ambling in a small circle around her. It had been a while since they sparred and he was getting a feel for it again. "Though, really, I should warm up. Have to set a good example to the kids."

Aly stood back, lowering the weapon. "Well. Go to."

Wade twist his torso for a moment, grinning suddenly and charging instead of following it through.

A quick slash, up from the ground and aimed for her chin. Enough distance that it wouldn't actually hurt anyone. Because that would be of the bad.

Maybe she could get through this without actually having to use a sword, Aly thought hopefully as she saw the grin and dodged out of the way without waiting to see where he was going to strike.

"See, the kids always fall for that one. It took a couple of attacks to get them to just go for it before I'm ready," Wade said, letting the sword arc up and rest on his shoulder.

And continued to circle. "They need the practice though. People don't wait for you to get ready."

Aly chuckled, shaking her head. "Obviously you need a more chivalrous opponent," she teased, shaking her wrist to get it used to the weight of a sword again then sliding in for a high arcing cut that she knew would be blocked.

It was, but he was grinning at the attack. "I know! What good is chivalry if you're dead as a doornail?"

"And that's why I'm not a knight," she teased, ducking low and swinging at his legs this time, just trying to get a feel for the blade.

Bringing the blade down to block, Wade moved back, spinning a little as he moved. "And are instead the cutest spy with a sword I've ever seen," He said. "Really you are!"

She danced back, making a face at him. "Only spy with a sword."

"I might have seen more than one," Wade said, pouting a little as he dart forward to slash as her head. "I have had a long and interesting life that might be full of spies with swords!"

Aly managed to duck under the sword but lost her balance as she did and had to roll back up to her feet. "Have you?"

"Well-- no, not really." Wade kept on her, bringing his sword down on where she landed, just enough delay for her to get out of the way. This was less a fight and more an exercise in control with a sharp object. "But you didn't know that!"

"How dumb-" she raised her sword up to block his strike before rolling out of the way. "-do you think I am?"

The question was followed by a more serious flurry of blows ending in a lunge.

...not that those work with katanas.

Not really, but it was good enough to make Wade back off. "Aww, I don't think you're dumb! Even if you are blond."

He twirled the sword, watching how she handled hers. "Maybe you should hold it with two hands?"

Aly glared. "If I can't fight one handed, I shouldn't be fighting," she replied.

Wade rolled his eyes, taking the proper grip on the katana. Two hands in an actual stance.

"See? Two hands. Though, I'm used to one hand since I usually fight with two swords. Or a sword and a gun. Or a sword and knife. Or, on one memorable occasion, a sword and a leg."

"...a leg as a bludgeoning weapon?" Aly asked, starting to grin. "I want to see that now, you know."

"Like a club," He replied, switching back to one hand and out of the silly stance.

And dashing forward for another strike across her chest. "It was actually a funny story that involves these army base in Indonesia..."

"You're going to tell me stories while you pretend to fight me?" Aly laughed, blocking easily and lashing out again towards him.

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