NATE
As it turns out, it isn’t that strange, confirmation sending Nate’s own brows up in an uncanny reflection of the other ascended. ”Must be weird to have come back to... all this then.” A hand lifts to gesture at the hills around them, meaning the world at large though how well that actually translates is a guess. Still, despite the time, the worlds that desperate their experiences, Nate can make the other man crack a grin. That has to be a win somewhere, huh? ”Maybe I will.” He agrees cryptically, grinning all the while.
It never hurt to grow closer to the Family, after all, no matter the choices he had made, the things he’d done that still made him feel greasy and ashamed. In the moment, he can focus on this, can pretend that everything is easy and simple. ”I’m looking forward to it.” Another laugh leaves him, and they drop into a ready position.
”A complete idiot, huh?” A surprised tease, before Nate steps forward, a fist flying out to catch Aamu’s shoulder, not as gentle as he’d go with any other beginner, but still gentler than a real punch. The goal is to make the other man stumble, then sweep his legs out from under him, though Nate doesn’t fully account for the ascension, the lack of a pain response, and it’s a fair bit clumsier than it could be.
There’s no reason to press any more than that, Nate offering a hand out instead to help Aamu steady himself again. ”You don’t need to lower yourself that much. It’s fine for knives, but you want to be able move easily.” He demonstrates how he sinks into his starting stance, feet apart just so, his fists raised to protect his face, his vitals. Giving Aamu a moment to match him, and look over him to ensure he’s right, Nate nods, a lifts a hand. ”Punch me. Plant your feet and move with it.”
It never hurt to grow closer to the Family, after all, no matter the choices he had made, the things he’d done that still made him feel greasy and ashamed. In the moment, he can focus on this, can pretend that everything is easy and simple. ”I’m looking forward to it.” Another laugh leaves him, and they drop into a ready position.
”A complete idiot, huh?” A surprised tease, before Nate steps forward, a fist flying out to catch Aamu’s shoulder, not as gentle as he’d go with any other beginner, but still gentler than a real punch. The goal is to make the other man stumble, then sweep his legs out from under him, though Nate doesn’t fully account for the ascension, the lack of a pain response, and it’s a fair bit clumsier than it could be.
There’s no reason to press any more than that, Nate offering a hand out instead to help Aamu steady himself again. ”You don’t need to lower yourself that much. It’s fine for knives, but you want to be able move easily.” He demonstrates how he sinks into his starting stance, feet apart just so, his fists raised to protect his face, his vitals. Giving Aamu a moment to match him, and look over him to ensure he’s right, Nate nods, a lifts a hand. ”Punch me. Plant your feet and move with it.”
All dressed up like a switchblade knife
Let’s hang in love from the gallows
Let’s hang in love from the gallows
