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[compos_mentis]

[Written]

Anyone know where I might find a fellow by the name of Norrington?
I'm due for a drink with the man.

[There is a pause. Her pen taps a few times before curiosity abounds, and then she just starts to write random terms. Someone, somewhere, must be curious enough to ask her, right. And after spending some time as Fergan, she sure needs

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[Voice]

[originaljackass]

[He doesn't care about the math much. But this is a pretty lady who likes to fight. Women like a strong man who can prove they're marginally better, but without putting the woman's own skills to shame. Yeah, sure. He can do this. Even if he isn't crazy about duels.]

What kind of spar we talking about here?

[Voice]

[originaljackass]

[He was getting a little impatient, but her perks up to see her arrive. She's dressed more appropriate for a brawl. Clearly she's taking this more seriously than he is.]

Nina. I was starting to think you wouldn't show.

[He undoes the belt holding his sword and pistol. He tosses them to the side.]

[compos_mentis]

[Nah she's just comfy like this. Call it paranoia, maybe? But seeing him doing that, she nods and removes her gun and the onyx-looking knife that is her voidblade and drops them to the ground. She then cracks her neck as she gets closer]

Sorry, I got lost.

[originaljackass]

With everything so white out here, can't blame you.

[No, he doesn't believe her for a moment. She picked the spot, after all. As he approaches, he rotates his shoulders to loosen up.]

[compos_mentis]

Yeah, regularly white out in these parts. [Okay, nod and... there.]

[originaljackass]

[He shifts into a simple defensive position. There's no special martial arts training on his end. What he's armed with is a millenia of fighting off bastards that used to be bigger and stronger than him.]

[compos_mentis]

[Nina's own stance is then taken. Her experience is similar, really. She's had dozens of styles and disciplines etched into her over the centuries, but at this point most of her combat ability is taken from a long, long time of kill people or defending herself when needed.

Sure, most of it involved guns too, but she had to go melee at least a few times.

For now, she just keeps eye contact with him. Studying the stance, seeing if he'll make the first move or if he's going to wait on her]

[originaljackass]

[Sorry gorgeous, you won't get much time to study. He immediately jumps into the gray, going for a simple and easy charging tackle. Hell, it probably won't work, but there's no better way to gage your enemy than to force her to react.]

[compos_mentis]

[Too true. Alight, she sees your tackle and raises a nimble little side-step. Her intention here, given the timing, is to see if she can't trip Jack up - throw him off-balance from the charge - but she knows that probably won't have worked on anyone with any degree of skill, so she also readies herself for the inevitable retaliation]

[originaljackass]

[It's enough to make his tackle miss, but he hardly trips. After he passes her up, he delivers a swift elbow towards her gut. Whether it connects or not, he'll turn and follow it up with a punch towards her left cheek.]