"Who wants to try and whoop my ass, huh?" Matt asked, looking down at the students in front of him. "Come on, don't be shy." The man said, with a laugh. "Look, I ain't gunna even gunna fight back...much. Let's see who can try and give ole' Matt a beat down!" He wasn't scared, these kids weren't anything new. He'd been doing this for a while now and only a handful of students had actually been able to hurt him. "What? Are all y'all some kinda wimps? Huh?"
The man scratched at the side of his neck. "Now how in the hell are y'all gunna learn how ta fight if not even one of ya comes up here? Now let's see it, someone get off yer backside and give me a solid left hook, right here." Matt said, fingers tapping against his cheek. "Bonus points if ya actually can reach it." The man laughed again, he was easily one of the tallest people in the school and dwarfed many of the students. "What if I lean over?" He asked, doing the said action. "Does that help ya?"
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Post by Dahlia Riddel on Mar 15, 2014 11:09:56 GMT -6
Dahlia was sitting near the front of the little group. One of the local's was in doing some sort of special training session. Really, she was only interested in it because the man's accent reminded her a little of home and of her parents. She was a country girl, through and through so it was nice to hear a friendly voice every once in a while. Though, at the moment, the voice was far too amusing to her, especially with what he wa saying.
As he kept trying to get one of the student to stand, her tail twitched. She was raring to get a chance at this beat down but she didn't want to look too excited about the idea. At the mere mention of the word wimp, she started to purr with amused chuckles. Her, a wimp? Hell no. She was all but sure she could take this country bumpkin on in a fight. She was more scared of breaking the old man than anything else.
Dahlia was starting to feel far too much temptation, her chuckles fading as she smirked at him. The cat ears on top of her head twitched as her tail started to flick about and she stood up. The other students were starting to murmur things to each other as she rolled her shoulders back and cracked her knuckles, being careful to not let her palms get knicked by her claws. She wasn't exactly a short girl though the man was still taller than she was. Then again, most men were. The girl, standing around five foot five shook out her wrists as she started to step forward. "Ya talk a big game dere, mistuh," she mused, taking the gloves out of her pockets and pulling them over her hands before balling them up into fists. She was stifling her chuckles at the moment, not wanting to seem amused as she went and threw her first punch. Man, this was going to be fun!
"Damn right I talk a big game, I know I can talk the talk and walk the walk. Let's see if you can little kitty cat." The man said with a smirk. "Come on, I believe in you. Just give me a solid one right here." He said, tapping his cheek. "Let's see if the kitty has a wallop behind her punch." Honestly, he was worried about this one at all. First off, most of the girls he had met couldn't punch worth shit, second off, he was a good foot taller than this little one. Sure, the term big things came in small packages came to mind, but he was sure his power could take whatever this little one could throw at him."