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Syd Porter
As enthusiastic as he had been to learn from Jackson, Syd couldn't shake the thought of getting to spend time with Skye when he was done. With her on his mind, his punches could be nothing more than soft, light throws of the fist. Aggression was the last thing she inspired in him, unless she was inadvertently attracting the attention of other men. But she was simply standing, just beyond the reach of the shadows, the lustre of her deep brown hair perfectly catching the afternoon sun...
Before he knew what had hit him, Syd was on the ground - his daydreaming had made him light as a feather, susceptible to the slightest of shoves. A little dazed, he looked up to Jackson and allowed him to lift him to his feet. "I know," he sighed, blushing slightly as Jackson dusted him off - he hadn't expected to be read so easily. He looked over to Skye once more as Jackson warned him of the trouble the two of them might encounter. "I've seen the way people look at her sometimes, but I've never had to do anything about it. I just want to be able to protect us both." He knocked his gloved fists against his head lightly in an attempt to bring his attention back to where he knew it should be.
Now, he listened carefully to Jackson's instructions, copying him as closely as he could. Once he thought he had the stance right, he looked ahead - this time, facing away from Skye - and tried to get used to the position: where his centre of balance was, how far apart his feet were, how he had distributed his weight. When Jackson demonstrated a short sequence of punches, Syd watched him with determination and couldn't help but grin at his words of wisdom. He wondered if the man spoke from experience. "Protect the teeth. Got it."
Jackson then went on to teach him a series of moves, which Syd tried his best to replicate. "I know my fists are meant to be up here," he said, bringing them back in front of his face. "But what if they go for somewhere else? The guys I've fought with before, we used to attack each other anywhere we could and the best way I knew to defend myself was to just...be faster than them. Stay ahead of them. And that didn't always work." He went over the moves a few more times, before adding, "Also, just so I know...are you teaching me to fight fair, or not? I mean, there are no rules in a real fight, right? Just win, no matter what it takes?"
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Enzyme Jackson
As enthusiastic as he had been to learn from Jackson, Syd couldn't shake the thought of getting to spend time with Skye when he was done. With her on his mind, his punches could be nothing more than soft, light throws of the fist. Aggression was the last thing she inspired in him, unless she was inadvertently attracting the attention of other men. But she was simply standing, just beyond the reach of the shadows, the lustre of her deep brown hair perfectly catching the afternoon sun...
Before he knew what had hit him, Syd was on the ground - his daydreaming had made him light as a feather, susceptible to the slightest of shoves. A little dazed, he looked up to Jackson and allowed him to lift him to his feet. "I know," he sighed, blushing slightly as Jackson dusted him off - he hadn't expected to be read so easily. He looked over to Skye once more as Jackson warned him of the trouble the two of them might encounter. "I've seen the way people look at her sometimes, but I've never had to do anything about it. I just want to be able to protect us both." He knocked his gloved fists against his head lightly in an attempt to bring his attention back to where he knew it should be.
Now, he listened carefully to Jackson's instructions, copying him as closely as he could. Once he thought he had the stance right, he looked ahead - this time, facing away from Skye - and tried to get used to the position: where his centre of balance was, how far apart his feet were, how he had distributed his weight. When Jackson demonstrated a short sequence of punches, Syd watched him with determination and couldn't help but grin at his words of wisdom. He wondered if the man spoke from experience. "Protect the teeth. Got it."
Jackson then went on to teach him a series of moves, which Syd tried his best to replicate. "I know my fists are meant to be up here," he said, bringing them back in front of his face. "But what if they go for somewhere else? The guys I've fought with before, we used to attack each other anywhere we could and the best way I knew to defend myself was to just...be faster than them. Stay ahead of them. And that didn't always work." He went over the moves a few more times, before adding, "Also, just so I know...are you teaching me to fight fair, or not? I mean, there are no rules in a real fight, right? Just win, no matter what it takes?"
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Enzyme Jackson