Who: Chris Argent and Martouf What: Meeting each other When: Tuesday morning Where: Fight Science Gym Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Chris had been in town just shy of eight years, more than long enough to be well-versed in pretty much everything the town threw at them. There were always things to catch him off-guard, true, but all he could particularly do there was train however he could to minimize the potential.
He was edging close to 50 at this point in life, but that wasn't stopping him from keeping up with training. Between being a hunter -- albeit one who hadn't done much since arriving in Madison Valley -- and being Jill's main Guardian, he had no choice but to keep up on things. He would never forgive himself, in either capacity, if something happened and he couldn't do anything.
He tended to do most of his training at Fight Science Gym -- there was always somebody around to spar, pretty much, and his style lent itself well to the place.
Out of the corner of his eye, as he circled his opponent -- he'd grabbed Alec, since the Shadowhunter was always a good challenge --and noticed someone he thought he recognized. He got a better glance at the man, quickly realizing it was his facetwin. He actually hadn't seen the man around all that much since his arrival, though he knew the other man had been at the latest fight night. Attention clicking back to his opponent, he just managed to duck a punch. Instead of coming back to his feet behind the other man, he swept Alec's feet out from under him.
Alec hit the mat hard and lay there for a second, tapping out as he did so. "Not bad," he said. "Not bad."
"High praise." Chris held a hand out to help the other man up. He meant the words, too; he knew the training Alec did and knew what his runes enhanced.
A moment later, Chris was grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from his face. He dropped the towel and reached for his water bottle, noticing Martouf watching him. Well, then.