WHO: Davy Jones + OPEN (Buffy? Faith? Pyramid Head?) WHAT: Davy in the training room, sword fighting WHEN: Wednesday morning RATED: TBA, depends on who joins
Now that the orb bit was all settled, Angel met his untimely end.... again... things didn't seem to really need Davy around again. He could only read so much before his head exploded and so now he had returned to one of his older and more fond activities, fighting. It was different now that he was human. More painful, to say the least. Things didn't move as well, he wasn't as strong, and he missed having that damn claw.
Not to say that he was bad now at the sport. He was still unfathomably wonderful at it. He just now, from time to time, would forget he wasn't half-crustacian and would lash out with his free hand only to be met with a punch far less desirable for his opponent, the might wood board. In his frustration he snarled and kicked over the target sending it across the floor.