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Galen Forrester<br/>
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Mentions: <a class="username" data-user-id="3476" data-username="@tristyn grace tucker" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3476/">@tristyn grace tucker</a>​</div><br/>"I'm learning a lot from you too," Galen chuckled as he listened to her explanation. "An evil god... where I'm from, we aren't really in direct contact with any gods. Well, some say magic itself is a form of divine energy that the gods allow us to use, but... I can't say I've ever met a god. I suppose if you are immortal, you are kind of like a goddess yourself? But then, if you are able to kill a god, maybe you're even more powerful!" He gave a laugh, his mind spinning with all these unusual ideas.<br/><br/>With her covering her chest it was a little easier to concentrate, though he felt bad to make her feel uncomfortable. He tilted his head as he asked: "But if your beauty is a curse from this god, then he is responsible... so what responsibilities do you mean?"<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi56.photozi.com%2Fimages%2F9tvGf.png&amp;hash=a5fae486a78bcc1a3514a6401a5d7331" title="9tvGf.png">
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John 'Axle' Winters<br/>
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Mentions: <a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="@MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">@MonsterMistress</a>​</div><br/>Axle took the rifle and turned it back into its harmless orb form as she replied and went on to explain her experience with hand-to-hand combat. He smiled subtly, and gave a nod as she mentioned if he was suggesting they spar. "Well, yeah. If you're up for it."<br/>By her enthusiasm, it seemed quite clear she was more than up for it. As she changed the settings, he set the orb down on the martial arts studio floor and laid his pistol down next to it, before standing up and chuckling.<br/><br/>"I ain't planning to hit you that hard anyway," the soldier told her somewhat playfully. "But you're sure eager to get your ass whooped." He gave her a little taunting wink. "Alright, let's assume a fighting stance, shall we?"<br/><br/>He kept one foot where it was and slid the other back, and also brought one arm forward - his flesh and blood one - while keeping the metal one back a bit, both clenched into fists. "You can position yourself however you like, open palm and hidden dragon or whatever you like, but I prefer this kind of stance. Putting one half of your body more forward and the other back makes your body less easy to hit than if you were to just stand still. You try to hit from either side, my forward arm and leg are there to deflect, and my back arm and leg can follow up with a counterattack. Or that's the idea."<br/><br/>He waited for her to assume whatever stance she wanted to try or was most comfortable with once he'd given his insights into his own, then added: "No matter how you fight, punches and kicks or grappling and wrestling... It's about how you throw your weight around, being aware of how your opponent thinks you're going to attack, and choosing spots to hit in a way that throw your opponent off balance. So pay attention."<br/><br/>John relaxed his front fist then to beckon her. "Now, ladies first," he growled with a grin as he began to move slowly in a circle around her. "Show me how you want to bring an old dog down."