WHO: Ethan Taylor and Michael Bordeaux WHAT: Some swordplay WHEN: Saturday afternoon, 7 December WHERE: Rec center, gym RATING: Low STATUS: ongoing; closed
Fencing had nothing to do with Ethan's powers. After all, once he became proficient enough, his psionic blasts were meant to keep attackers away, and with his ability to merge with Evan, he became a much more powerful creature altogether, with no need of physical weapons.
Except that Ethan wasn't a complete fool even if sometimes he acted like an airhead. There were mutants out there that could drain or steal powers, so to have a combat ability was an ace up the sleeve. Besides, he really loved the art of fencing. There was a beauty to it, the delicate but lethal dance with blades, the strategy involved, the quick-thinking... Using a gun, with its shocking immediacy just couldn't come close. Sometimes he thought the day when the gun took over the sword as the primary weapon of choice was one of the saddest days in history.
Therefore, he was excited as he hurried to the gym, all kitted out with his foil in hand, to meet Mr Bordeaux. Ever since he'd found out the man was a proficient swordsman, Ethan had fallen into hero worship - it helped that Michael had a resemblance to the swashbucklers in the stories and films Ethan loved.
Realising when he got to the gym that he was early, Ethan decided to put his waiting time to go use by going through a warm-up to get his body ready for the bout - stretches and a bit of cardio - while going over some ideas in his mind. Perhaps he could get Mr Bordeaux to teach him some other forms, like using two swords? Proper medieval fighting? Just without the armour! He grinned at the idea as he stretched to one side, one arm curving over his head, losing himself in the daydream.