[Training] I close my eyes to see

maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane

'Well, if that's the case, then it was a really stupid thing to do." Remi says through a hesitant laugh. "I am faster, stronger, and more than a little more powerful than you. The last thing you want to be is on your back with only a stick between you and I." He did his best to make that sound as politically correct as he could—supplementing staff instead of wood, for example—but gods if it didn't still send some strange sensation ringing from the base of his neck down his spine.

"Well, what you might have done instead, was instead of just pulling straight backward, lean more to one side. I might have pitched straight over you that way." Rolling his shoulders as if that's where the tension that needed to be relieved was (it wasn't, and clearly so), Remi clears his throat. "Okay. Let's try again. Same thing."

Assuming Ianto raised the bar in a defensive stance again, Remi would proceed as he had before. Striding forward and reaching out for the staff, not minding if Ianto held it still or tried to hit it with him again, this time the alchemist would reach out with a foot and try and kick the merchant's legs out from under him.

THE LULLABY

maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing