AWD #376: Friendly Fight
Friendly Fight.
Summary: Two Taurans, one sparing mat. What could go wrong?
Date: 02/07/2016
Related Logs: Shortly after Unfriendly Fight
Niamh Toby 
Fitness Center - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
Smelling of sweat and grease, the Fitness Center is a place where individuals can come to work out or just work off stress. The area closest to the entrance is taken up by two very large sparring pads with a pathway down the center, each pad removable to reveal a Pyramid court beneath. The walls beside the pads hold lockers for everything from pugilist sticks to boxing gloves to rubber guns, though deadly weapons are strictly prohibited in here except by authorized personnel such as on-duty Military Police. Standing goalposts for Pyramid are also kept against the wall. Past the pads are a vast number of nautilus machines as well as free weights to lift. At the back of the room are workout bikes, rowing machines, treadmills, and stairclimbers. There is an entrance to the pool at the rear as well as a locker room to the side.
AWD #376

Sometimes in the afternoon, late-ish. Niamh's not due to go on shift for at least another couple hours, but here she is in the Fitness center working out. Well, at least maybe that's working out? She's occupied a corner of one of the sparring mats, dressed in standard issue sweats, though her shoes are off and she's still wearing gloves. The strange red-head is putting herself through a series of stretches. Nothing too taxing, but she's been at it a while judging by the sheen of sweat on her face and the messier-than-usual ponytail. Close by is a kit bag with a towel thrown across the top of it and a half-empty bottle of water set beside it.

Toby strides into the fitness centre with his own personal little storm cloud above his head. He's in his standard off-duties rather than his sweats, and heads straight for the heavy punch bag before he realises he doesn't have his hand wraps and stops. Glancing down he considers the gloves on his hands, then comes to the conclusion that they aren't padded enough for his intentions. Turning back it's then that he spots Niamh and gives his fellow knuckledragger a brief nod of gretting and a grunted "hey."

Not really paying attention to who's coming and going, Niamh has a small frown of concentration on her face as she moves one leg all the way back behind her and the other all the way out in front of her to form a full splits. Then she stretches forward slowly and wraps her hands around the arch of her foot. She holds the position for all of a few seconds before Toby's grouched greeting startles her out of her focus and she jumps, tilting sideways as she does and landing in a slightly undignified heap. Righting herself after a soft grunt, green eyes blink up at the older Crewman. "S-sir… I mean uh… Tob- er… Shackleton." The redhead stammers out her own greeting, quickly pushing to her feet and moving over to her kit bag. She glances over at him again, «Ah… you ok?» A small frown, head tilting as she addresses him in Tauran. «You look like someone's going to get a beating…»

«They just had one,» Toby admits as his eyes flick to the door, «but please, stay out of it though if his mates turn up.» He doesn't know if she would leap to his side against a pose of MPs, but wants to make sure she doesn't get any dumb ideas. Flexing his hands he runs his hands over his knuckles one at a time but seems convinced that there's no real damage. «Somepeople have got their priorities fraked right up,» he notes by way of explaination, «have to remind 'em of what we're fighting sometimes.»

Niamh shifts from one foot to the other, throwing a look toward the door, then back to Toby. «I can take a beating as well as the next person.» She replies with a quick shrug and a cheerful grin. She rolls her eyes, «Don't they just? But then…» She trails off and gets a distant look in her eye for a moment, staring off into space as she reaches down and snags her water, taking a quick drink. Niamh snaps back to the present, suddenly and gestures with one hand to the empty mat, «We could spar, some, if you want? I'm not very good, but it's always more satisfying to hit a person than a bag…?» Admittedly, there's a hint of nervousness as she eyes his hands, probably weighing up how much damage he could cause, but it disappears quick enough as she offers another grin.

«I don't doubt it,» Toby replies with a faint grin, the tension in his shoulders relaxing very slightly. He rolls his shoulders a few times as he nods back as she agrees with him, then glances to the mat as the offer is given. He considers it carefully, then nods once, «okay.» He could do with dumping some adrenaline after all. «Just promise me you'll let me know if I go too far alright?» Kicking his boots off he then steps onto the mat, takes a stance, and lets her start when she's ready.

<COMBAT> Toby attacks Niamh with Unarmed but Niamh DODGES!
<COMBAT> Niamh attacks Toby with Unarmed and MISSES!

Watching Toby moving onto the mat, Niamh bends to roll her sweats up a little around her ankles and then quickly reties her hair so it's not all up in her face. Then she steps up to join him, falling into a basic stance. She's barely got herself ready when Toby moves to hit her. Emerald eyes widen with surprise, and then she gives a short, bright laugh, as she bounces out the way. She tries to land a punch, but she's too busy trying to stay upright that her hit misses and she takes a couple of steps back, trying to center herself again, focusing on the other Crewman.

Tobys stance can only really be described as untrained. He knows how to throw a punch certainly, but his style could best be described as street-brawler rather than any codified martial art. "Ready?" he asks he moves forward, giving Niamh just enough chance to settle into her stance before he kicks things off. Not that much happens first pass but then he colects himself, gives her a brief smile, then mvoes forward again.

<COMBAT> Toby attacks Niamh with Unarmed but Niamh DODGES!
<COMBAT> Niamh attacks Toby with Unarmed - Moderate Stun wound to Abdomen.

On the other hand, Niamh's style is kind of formal. No street brawling for her, but her dodging certainly seems well ingrained as she ducks away from his fist. The movement slips fluidly into a forward momentum as she sends a fist into the opening left behind by him. Being a little smaller and lighter has its upsides as her fist connects with his abdomen with a moderate thump. Not much weight behind it though and she's already making a move to bring herself out of range again.

«Stand still,» Toby grumbles, although the faint grin on his face betrays the fact that he's not entirely serious. «How am I supposed to hit you if you keep darting around like that?» The second time his fist misses he starts to grumble again and 'oofs' as her fist collides. «Oi, stop that.» He's still grinning though.

<COMBAT> Niamh attacks Toby with Unarmed and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Toby attacks Niamh with Unarmed - Critical Stun wound to Chest.

<COMBAT> Niamh has been KO'd!

Maybe it's the grinning that makes Niamh miss a step and stumble, right as she's trying to take another hit at him. She shakes her head slightly and regains her footing. Not in time to miss Toby's fist as it comes flying toward her, catching her squarely in the chest hard enough to knock the air out of her. A harsh grunt and Niamh's bent over double, gasping for air as she shakes her head, «Frak,» looking up, she's clearly wanting to laugh but not having enough air to make that happen. «Okay… okay… no more… you win…»

Toby doesn't spot the stumble intime to pull his blow and looks immediately apologetic as she bends over. «Sorry,» he says quickly, then offers a hand to help her back up when she's ready. «Take your time,» then reaches with his other hand for her water bottle to pass across.

Niamh takes the offered hand, and accepts the help upright, but drops it as soon as she's on her own two feet. She takes the water bottle and shakes her head slightly. «No apologizing, I'll be quicker next time.» There's an undercurrent of determination in her voice, and she tosses Toby a quick, cheerful grin. Despite looking slightly red-faced and still catching her breath, hand rubbing idly over the area his fist hit. «It's fine. I've had worse.» Lifting the bottle she takes a sip, then offers it to her fellow Crewman.

Toby doesn't say no to the water as it's passed across and takes a swig before capping it once more. «You're quick enough» he notes, «any quicker and I'd have to nail you to the floor to have a chance at landing anything. Fraking skippy-toes.» Good job deckies don't do callsigns really, or he might be tempted to try and make that one stick. «Think I'm going to go hit the head, get a shower before it gets busy at shift change. If I'm not on Deck later get the Chief to check the brig, I'll probably be there.»

Niamh shakes her head and rolls her eyes… «So it was you…» She laughs and takes her water bottle back, connecting the rumor in her head with what Toby's hinting at. Then she nods, «mmm… yessir… will do.» Niamh bounces on her toes and steps back toward her bag. «I'm gonna see about getting a look at that Raider. Need to find… uh…. someone. I forget her name right now, and ask about it. You… well, don't go hitting anymore people. It's nice having a planet-buddy around on Deck».

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