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Fight Club, Atlas Gym, Sunday Evening

Tyler paced the gym barefoot as the fighters assembled. "Graduates," he began. "Students. Teachers. People who work in town. Miscellaneous others. Welcome to fight club."

"We're glad to have you here," Ghanima continued smoothly. "But if you're here, you fight. If, for some reason you cannot fight, we ask you stay towards the back. This isn't a place for voyeurism. If you want a show, go find a television."

"Ghanima, you speak my language," Tyler informed her., before turning back to the group. "Two people to a fight, fights end when someone goes limp or says stop. We are not trying to kill each other here; we're trying to train. We're trying to improve. Got questions, ask one of us." He looked at his cohort. "Anything else?"

"Rules are on the door," she said crisply, "but we're happy to answer any inquires you may have."

"Now go hit the mats or go home."

[OOC: Preplayed with

atreideslioness. Up early for SP; guests welcome.]

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He met her her gaze, the corner of his mouth twisting. "I expect you don't let down your guard lightly. But I can be unpredictable, like the desert."

Parker's face cleared as she concentrated. "Let's see how you do against oceans of contradiction, then." Since sometimes even she wasn't sure what she'd do next.

A heartbeat. Another heartbeat. A shift of weight, and--

a cobra-fast kick at his ankle, eyes on his to see what he'd do.

He was now standing a few feet away from his position seconds ago, the movement hardly visible. He knew he was showing off, and he waited a few moments before aiming for a punch against her shoulder. "What contradiction? Surface and depth combined?"

Parker angled back, remembering this speed from Irulan, taking the punch at an angle, not full-on. "If the surface is shiny enough, most are satisfied," she pointed out, enjoying the banter as well as watching him move. "And they don't think about the storms they're beckoning." Relax a little, relax, waaait... and aim a punch toward his head, confident it won't land; kick to where he should be then, even if he dodges it instead.

She understood the speed and had a strategy. Irulan must have taught her. "And body of water is unpredictable, only a fool forgets that." He ducked, took the kick, used it's energy to try and spin her around. "And only a fool challenges a desert storm."

"Unless they have some other goal other than survival." Parker spun with it and kept spinning, lashing one arm out blindly while she regained her feet, breathless and grinning wickedly. "What would you die for, Leto Atreides?"

And stop and breathe and wait and hold....

"It's not death that is the issue, but death without purpose." He moved quickly, trying to tire her out and make her grow careless. "It's a luxury few can afford."

Parker's eyes flicked to where he re-appeared, and she stifled the impulse to immediately attack. "True enough," she said, voice mild. "Although I plan on not dying at all."

And paused, and pause, and a high-kick in front of her, hoping she got the timing right to at least clip him. Damn, he was good.

"Everything dies, or it wouldn't have lived." The kick brushed against him, but he was already moving backwards. Then he imitated her movement. Surprise in repetition, after all.

Parker took it on her shoulder, and was surprised, albeit fast enough not to get hit completely. "But attitude shapes reality, you know. I'm not going to die. Especially at the hands of my enemies." She smiled wickedly. "And reality will do what I want."

She threw a reverse strike to where he should be, then stepped into the path of where he might end up, and just stood there. Amused.

"Reality obeys you? You seem like a good ally to have." As they were headed for the same spot and no one changing their minds, Leto ended up charging straight against her.

"I am."

And Parker let him knock her down, rolling with it, then grinned up at him with teeth. "Now what are you going to do?"

He offered her a hand, prepared for retaliation. "Declare myself the winner."

Parker didn't pull him down, but curved her hand into his and rose upward with a wicked smile. "Except I was playing to lose gracefully. So who really won there?" She gave his hand a squeeze, then shrugged one shoulder.

"Adapting the rules to your advantage? I can't question that." With a smirk, he offered her a slight bow.

Parker grinned and gave him a very slight dancer's bow, one foot behind the other, and then rose, stretching out her arms. "God. Much better workout than that little blonde kid. Thanks for that. You're a credit to those crazy women who trained your stepmom."

The Reverend Mothers in his mind were shocked!

"The Bene Gesserit? Oh, I'm sure they think so."

Parker gave him an amused look, then nodded over toward Alanna. "I've got one more match lined up, with an old friend. Who is also going to kick my ass, but at least it's amusing. Care to go for a drink with me after, and tell me how Irulan is doing in more detail?"

"You strategy will be useful today, then," he said. "And I will be happy to join you."

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