Skxawng (anotherhellhole) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-09-22 08:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, jake sully, ~aaron cross, ~bruce banner |
Who: Jake and Aaron (and Bruce later on)
Where: A field
What: Wishes etc
When: Monday morning
Rating: sweary
Status: Gdoc, to be completed in comments
Ever since they’d found the weapons shop, Jake and Aaron’s morning schedule had changed quite a bit. They still did Taekwondo first thing with younger Jake, but then he would go home to work on motorbikes with Rach, which left the other two to supposedly do more in-depth Taekwondo as a form of physio. Which they were kind of doing. Sort of. If physio involved fighting in a field with swords and shields and not so much of the Taekwondo.
Jake still couldn’t hold his sword with his right hand, so he had his wooden shield on his right arm and fought left-handed. He wasn’t sure if it was the god in him or if it was just his own knack of adapting to new weapons quite easily, but he was damn good with the sword. Aaron was, too, and every single one of their sparring sessions was hard-fought and very close, although Jake always managed to just about beat Aaron which was pretty much unheard of when they weren’t gods.
He had signalled for a quick water break during their current session, and was pacing about, trying to work out some sort of weird kink in his back. Nothing seemed to shift it, but it wasn’t exactly painful, so he tossed his water bottle back towards the fence and lifted his sword again. "C’mon, a couple more goes and then I’ll have to go check the doors for today."