2616/Late Night Sparring
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| Late Night Sparring | |
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| Date of Scene: | 27 September 2017 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Alfred Pennyworth, Robin (Wayne)
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- Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
Another late night in the Batcave is being had as Alfred makes his way from one spot to the next with a small vacuum cleaner. He's dressed in a pitch black suit, and white gloves, doing his best to move from one spot of dust to the next.
Occasionally he even stoops down to his knees to wipe up a bit of water left behind from the various sparring sessions which go on in this section of bat-cave.
His work it seems is never done as behind him he leaves a wake of spotless perfection. There's not a speck of grime left behind him as he moves calmly and collectively with the grace of a man who's had lifetimes to perfect his poise.
As Alfred moves from one spot to the next he humms a quiet little tune to himself. The song is Put it on the ritz, by Fred Astair, quietly hummed with the dignity it deserves as the loud humm of the bat-vacume threatens to drown it out while picking up a bit of dust left behind in one corner of the hall.
- Robin (Wayne) has posed:
It was a night where Damian had dedicated to his studies. He would have to prove to an academic board that he had the knowledge to pass high school. Since this ran late, the youngest Wayne had kept in tonight.
Dressed in a gi, he had been ready to terrorize some holograms, but the humming of the tune had changed his mood just a bit.
Damian had made his way to the center, giving a slight bow to the older man. "Pennyworth." He offers, seemingly in a not so violent mood. His green eyes look up at his elder, a certain amount of respect lie there, both from his older brothers, and from his seemingly stalwart demeanor.
- Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
"Ah, young Master Wayne" A light pause as Alfred shuts off the vacuum cleaner, allowing it to set up right. "What a pleasant surprise." His face turns to a warm and welcoming smile.
"Little early for training isn't it?" He offers as a lighthearted jab before letting his smile fall to a smirk. "Glad to see you've made it home once again in one piece." He pauses to take off his white gloves. "You all do worry this old man so."
- Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian keeps his neutral stance. "I always come back in one piece. That's what we do. At least the ones worthwhile." Alfred had seen the scars the fifteen year old had amassed on his torso before.
Damian puts himself in a ready stance. "I hear you are a formidable fighter as well." It was true, he had heard rumors from nearly every member of the family. The young Wayne had a self-assured smirk on his face.
- Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
Alfred walks slowly his cadence one of respect and grace as he moves. "I suppose word travels eventually on everything in this house." A lighthearted chuckle as he looks towards the ceiling.
"I suppose you're right to a fashion, on both fronts, but it's been a long time." He smirks while taking off his jacket to set to one side, the button down undershirt still left behind as he removes his tie as to rid himself of an easy grab position.
"Of course I'm always up for a quick spar to get the blood flowing." Walking towards Damian slow but steady as he takes one step in front of the other coming close to the young man. "Assuming you won't go easy on an old man." One last smile before he extends a hand out towards Damian.
- Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian isn't without honor, he extends a hand to Alfred. He makes note of the faded scar that is there. Perhaps a good story to listen to at another time?
"One does not insult his sparring partner by not giving ones all. That is how we show respect." He offers, taking back his hand and bouncing from foot to foot before he halts, getting ready. He of course waits until his opponent shows readiness before he rushes, jumping up to perform a roundhouse kick.
- Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
"Then I'll show you the same courtesy." Alfred comments before moving back from the handshake to ready himself. He stands perfectly still in a stance of reagle pause for a long moment as the roundhouse kick comes flying towards him.
Like a blur alfred twists grabbing the leg and using Damians own momentum to send him flying. All the speed and grace of the big bat as he finishes a spin looking towards Damian with a combat stance.
"An excellent first attempt" Alfred genuinely congratulates. "Absolutely excellent."
- Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian's eyes had widened in astonishment. He spun around from the force of Alfred's deflection, landing on his feet, crouched down and one palm on the floor.
Almost instantly Damian's green eyes flickered with a fire, before getting back up to a vertical base. He approached again, attempting a flurry of close punches from all sides. He obviously did not expect Alfred to be as skilled as he really was, but he was determined to give a good fight, just like when sparring against Dick or Bruce.
- Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
It's no easy feat for Alfred to keep up with the punches but he does put in a good show off it. One deflection after another before he slides back away for a moments pause to catch his breath.
Alfred takes this moment to pull at his shirt, sending it flying to one side and landing down onto the mat. Beneath his shirt are a number of old bullet scars and stitches from long forgotten battles far in the old mans past.
With a deep breath he flings back forward towards Damian with a kick of his own speed grace and power on his side as each fluid motion seems to be carefully calculated as much for the show of the thing as it is for the actual action.
- Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Size and experience are certainly on Alfred's side. Damian had barely enough time to jump back from the kick, as there was a fair amount of contact to the boy's side.
A slight grunt given as the telltale thud rings through the training hall. The boy Robin was already breathing hard at the exchange. "So" A breath. "You -are- much more than you seem." He notes, his hands flex, his stance changes, tiger-stance. Damian starts to motion widely with his 'claws' before he makes his next move, dual fists to the solar plexus. His knees slightly crouched in that gong fu style.
- Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
"Never judge a book by it's cover young Master Damian." Alfreds leg sweeping as he lands down onto the mat allowing him to turn back to face Damian once more.
The elderly mans breathing slow and methodical as he calculates out the likelyhood that he'll need an ice pack or two come morning. For the moment this is the most combat he's personally seen in ages. "I would think you of all people would understand that fact of life."
There's a slight pause in Alfreds motions as the shot manages to get through sending him flying back through the air and another gracefull landing. "An excellent strike." Alfred comments with a return back to a normal standing posture, all too suddenly. "I think that is me sorted for the night."
Alfred already begins recollecting his clothing visibly somewhat shaken up by the force of the strike not exactly expecting to be hit at all.
- Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian, still breathing somewhat labored stands, bowing low and with much more respect to Alfred than he had seen before.
The youngest Wayne had that kind of honor in him, in the short spar, he was able to see things that he hadn't before. And that was something that would never lessen. "Thank you, Alfred." He says in as genuine of a tone he can, before returning to his stand.