Week 31 - Thursday afternoon, The Gym

[watchwight]

Ah, wrestling... the classic sport of the Greeks and the hand-to-hand combat of the Medeival Europeans. Huge trolls and nimble satyrs practice their stregnth and skills after class, all under the watchful eye of the coach. The floor literally shakes as combatants throw and pin one another to the mats. And so it is no surprise when Vincent

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[rita_anne_terry]

Rita-Anne looks up from where she's stretching. So she's not really on the team, but a knight should know more than how to fight with a sword and staff. And even if she's just supposed to watch... well... Laura Croft wouldn't just watch, would she?

"Oh, oh, oh, can I practice with him Coach? I'll be good, and won't hurt him. I promise!" She looks at Vincent. "It's my last day of learning, and I'm already an expert!" She grins enthusiastically.

[watchwight]

Vincent looks from Sir Gunthar to Rita_Anne. His fierce gaze through the lenses of his glasses looks the girl over from top to bottom and up again. His head turns back again to the coach, in a movement so agonizingly slow that its painful to watch. "I have no objections if the lady does not."

[rowan_staff]

Sir Gunthar looks from the pooka to the sluagh. "If both of you are all right with it, it's fine by me," he responds. "Just take it easy on each other, okay?"

He's suddenly distracted by a yelp from the floor. A troll junior-high student is pinned in the hold of a wildly grinning satyr high schooler. The troll coach sighs. "Okay, Tully, let him up."

[rowan_npcs]

"Yessir!" Tully releases his opponent and bounces to his feet with practiced ease. He extends a hand to the still-prone troll. "Give you a hand up, Rolf?"

Taking the satyr's hand with a grin, the young troll levers himself to his feet. "Show me how to do that sometime?"

Tully flashes a grin. "Maybe...if you offer the right sort of persuasion." He waggles his eyebrows in a gesture so over the top it's comical to watch.