What: Teaching Murphy to fight Where: Outside When: Mid day Warnings: Not likely Status: Closed
Some part of Murphy wondered if he was biting off more than he could chew. Octavia wasn't just some girl who knew how to fight. She'd been trained by warriors who fought for their very survival damn near every day. She had become one of them, a warrior in every sense of the word.
She could chew him up and spit him back out in tiny, crushed pieces before he even knew what hit him. If she wanted to kick his ass, he wouldn't be able to sit down for a week. And while he didn't expect her to go easy on him, he knew she wouldn't hurt him. Not really, or at least not permanently.
As long as he was open to taking direction, to listening and giving everything he had to it, he'd learn from her. Maybe, just maybe, he'd learn to fight respectfully instead of down and dirty, pulling out all the stops and doing whatever he had to do to survive. That had worked for him, up to now. Maybe it was still working for him, but he wanted something more.
He wanted to be more than just The Cockroach. He had survived this long, but maybe now it was time to start living. But first, he had to get his ass handed to him a few times.
He made his way to the clearing where he was going to meet Octavia. She hadn't arrived yet, so he started doing some easy stretches. He figured that would be important. And it was good for focus or some shit. What did he know? He was just thinking back on thing she'd heard other people say.