Luke grunted softly as some of the air was knocked from his newly re-grown lungs, and he lay on the soft earth looking up at the blue sky. He wasn't certain whether his laughter amused or annoyed Alice as she sat atop him. Luke folded his arms behind his head and nodded absently as she explained her techniques. "Right...uh-huh...fascinating..." He laughed again at her last comment, nodding vigorously as he openly ogled her leather-clad frame.<br/><br/>"Now throw me off." She commanded, her eyes hardening a little. "Technology won't always be there for you," she said, a slight air of superiority in her words. 'The hell I won't,' Nirvana thought huffily. Luke smiled and looked up into Alice's face, his own eyes growing serious for just a moment.<br/><br/>"You don't get it, doll. I don't use technology because I<em>can't</em>fight." Without warning his legs shot up and snaked around her arms and shoulders, trapping her upper body and holding her almost immobilized. Her shocked expression was priceless as she stared down at him, his own expression one of complete relaxation.<br/><br/>"I use it so I don't have to." And with that he bodily lifted her off of his chest and threw her fifteen feet away, using the momentum of the throw to flip himself back up into a standing position. His aloha shirt flapped wetly against his body as Alice climbed to her feet, surprise still etched on her face. Luke shoved his hands back into his pockets and turned to face her, his cocky grin back in place.<br/><br/>"So, sugar. You wanna spar? Let's spar. Oh...and I'm gonna hold you to those 'techniques' later..."