12750/Training Time

Training Time
Date of Scene:	11 September 2022
Location:	Chelsea Residences
Synopsis:	Art and Atrid get in some practice.
Cast of Characters:	Artemis Crock, Atrid

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Artemis Crock has posed:
Artemis Crock had been keeping a low profile the next couple of days, staying close to Atrid and occasionally being visited by her sister Jade. She didn't want to worry any of them with her crazy nightmarish outburst the other day. But she was also growing restless, and needed to get out and about.

So finally after day three of being cooped up, she'd slipped quietly early out of bed, got changed in her golden yellow yoga pants and black and gold cut off top that showed off her trim mid section, then headed down to the apartment's weight room to get in some much needed stretching and later on, she pulls on so,e combat gloves and starts working on the punching bag rather fiercely, trying to get the frustrations out of her system. Playing damsel in distress never really worked for her Afterall..

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen got up and into his MMA shorts leaving the room and heading down to the weight room he watches Art for a bit as he stretches himself and gets all nice and limber. Though Atrid wears no shirt letting his well muscled and toned torso be upon display.

"Looks like you can use a sparrin partner love of mine." He says with a chuckle pulling on his own MMA gloves. "I warn ya baby if you spar with me I won't be takin it easy on ya." He laughs as he starts to pump himself up. "Besides you could use the training yea?"

Artemis Crock has posed:
Artemis Crock beats the living daylight out of the poor punching bag, apparently with a lot of frustrations to let out. But she's panting only lightly when she finishes, turning to face him with a smile. She wastes no time crossing the room, closing the gap between the two of them, practically leaping into his arms to hug him tightly.

"Hey there, handsome, you that keen on punching the living daylights out of me like that punching bag there?" she smirks, stroking his hair thoughtfully, that challenging glint in her eyes and on her playful smile as she watches him lovingly.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen catches her and holds Art tightly giving her a loving kiss. "Nah just that eager to teach you stuff that you ain't been taught yet ya know?" He teases. "How's my gorgeous girl today?" He asks with a bright smile that almost immediately turns mischievous.

"So love there may be times where I cant be around ya know stuff to do with the X-Men, but Ill always be comin' back to you." He smirks giving her rump a playful swat. "So what do you want to do today hmm?"

Artemis Crock has posed:
Artemis Crock arches a brow at that, smirking back at him. "Oh yeah? Are you sure you'd be the one teaching me new stuff? Maybe you could learn a thing or two from me too, hmm?" she gently strokes his face lovingly before leaning in to kiss him softly again and sighs a bit. "I suppose it's to be expected..So you're a professional superhero, huh? That's..Nice.."

Her smile fades just a bit, seeming thoughtful, quiet as she lets go, shrugging a bit. "Well, a friendly sparring match would be good, see how the other fights, help each other, get in so,e practice before heading into that fight club bit."

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen smirks and kisses her back. "Yea learning each other's style and how we move is the best bet. It will help us keep up the team work as it were." He says with a smirk. "Shall we then Love?" With that Atrid immediately assumes a fighters stance.

Artemis Crock has posed:
Artemis Crock chuckles, and nods, darting back, sinking into a defensive stance. "Sounds like a plan." her stance is light on the feet, hands up and still wearing the protective leather gloves. Hard to tell yet if she's more a boxer or kicker, but her movements are fluid, almost dancing on her feet. Either way she slowly circles him, assessing his own style. "Don't hold back on me, k?"

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen grins and takes up circling her too. "Never, my love you've got a lot to learn about me if you think I take it easy on anyone." Chuckling to himself. Most would have trouble figuring him out, is he more a striker? A wrestler, a submissions guy? Who knew but it's then that he lashes out with the first two jabs.

Artemis Crock has posed:
Artemis Crock darts to the side, bringing up her arms to block those punches, and she seems quite quick on her feet, darting to the side, with a fake jab to the face before attempting to knee him in the stomach as she passes by him. "Good to know, I wouldn't you to make special allowances on me."

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen chuckles catching her first and pushing away her knee. "Never, I treat every sparring partner equally." He grins feinting with a left then a right before throwing a great roundhouse kick.

Artemis Crock has posed:
Artemis Crock grins and nods, "Good to know, cuz then I'd really have to kick your ass!" she darts back as he catches her knee, ducking from the fake punch but doesn't quite get out of the path of that powerful kick which hits her in the solar plexus, causing her to gasp and stagger back..Or maybe that was another feint, as she rushes at him with a fake quick side kick before ducking down with a low footsweep, then cartwheel-kicking back to cover her tracks in those weird acrobatic dancing kicks that is the pride of Capoeira fighters.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen smirks. "If you think you can." He calls back chuckling side stepping the first kick, the leg sweep connects and he stumbles...or does he that moment gets him under the cartwheel kick. Atrid charges at her attempting to drive his shoulder into Art's gut.

Artemis Crock has posed:
Artemis Crock is less talk more action for the moment, relying more on her speed and flexibility to continue to cartwheel kick out of the way, using powerful kicks to barely dodge out of the way of his shoulder ram. But of course flashy acrobatics have a price in that they use up more energy. She pauses a moment, hands up and ready, circling him again at a distance as she catches her breath. "Heh, you're good, but I'm better." she darts at him with a few quick side jabs with the one hand, keeping the other yo to protect her front, still bouncing lightly on her feet should she need another quick acrobatic escape.

Atrid has posed:
Atrid Torsen grins and shakes his head three quick jabs with the left a hook with the right. His skill is evident from over a decade of training, he launches two rapid fire kicks at Art's thigh.

Artemis Crock has posed:
Artemis Crock smirks, blocking the jabs, but when he comes at her with those rapid fire kicks, her arrogance may have git the best of her, yelping as she stumbles back, losing her balance and nearly stumbling to the ground before catching herself. "You're fast! Gotta give you credit for that, but.." she launches forward at him with a powerful jumping Front kick followed by another backwards handspring, kicking her feet out at him if he dares to get in too close.