The gym appeared to be almost entirely barren of visitors, the silver haired man noted. It was not surprising, given the time of day, the pay-per-use gym obviously didn’t have many early risers, and he’d well taken advantage of that fact. In truth the relative privacy was only one of factors that had made him choose this location.
He’d opted not to spend his time training within the bounds of the academy, despite the notably better equipment. After all, having the full range of his abilities be well known knowledge would not serve his current purposes. It wouldn’t do to allow people to truly be able to gain a measure of his strengths and weaknesses. There were allowances of course, but he’d tried to keep the amount of people with that knowledge low.
The main reasons he’d chosen this gym as opposed to others was that it had an area meant for learning combat, with an obvious emphasis on unarmed fighting. Street brawlers and punks often visiting it to hone their skills. It also happened to be pay for use, and while they had a registry it was a simple matter to use a false name.
The Silver-haired man shifted into a typical martial arts stance, his opponent a slightly portly man with a handlebar mustache. He wasn’t altogether very good, and Slynt had largely been simply avoiding the man’s attacks now. It was meant to be nothing more than a warm-up truly, but the clumsy brute had been making a rather poor one in all reality. Slynt had already seen six ways he could have incapacitated the man without killing him.
While his original background in fighting would have been a similar style, a mesh of street brawling and other somewhat clumsy fighting styles, his travels had allowed him to learn more artful martial training, though he’d never had the time to master any one style, instead simply incorporating what worked best into his own fighting style as he met different teachers with vastly different fighting styles. His style was mostly built on others, but he’d ensured that it was functional, dropping elements that were problematic and tuning it to his own strengths. He’d taken a perfectionist stance to his fighting in recent year, as it could easily be the difference between life and death. As a result, the silver haired criminal had become an adequate martial artist.
He demonstrated this now, as he tired of the mustachioed man’s clumsy attack deciding to end the spar there, before the main event showed up and the true entertainment would begin. He stepped around an attempted punch, in the same movement using his own leg to sweep the fat man’s legs out from under him and causing him to fall to the matted floor meant to ensure the safety of fighters.
It hadn’t been a very interesting conflict, Slynt thought as he walked away from the downed man, who was currently picking himself up from the floor, before apparently deciding to go utilize some of the exercise equipment to try to improve himself most likely. Slynt paid the man little mind, as the two of them had only agreed to a quick spar before going back to their own business. He himself went to a water bottle, unopened and untampered with, that he’d set aside. Drinking in the liquid while wondering how the girl would approach this little meeting. There was always the possibility she’d simply attempt to neutralize him, but Slynt doubted that. Despite how amusing it could be. His jacket had been left on the rack by the door, ensuring she wouldn’t miss the place, naturally he’d left nothing inside it, but he knew she’d get the message just fine.
Now he simply had to wait for his sparring partner to arrive.
He’d opted not to spend his time training within the bounds of the academy, despite the notably better equipment. After all, having the full range of his abilities be well known knowledge would not serve his current purposes. It wouldn’t do to allow people to truly be able to gain a measure of his strengths and weaknesses. There were allowances of course, but he’d tried to keep the amount of people with that knowledge low.
The main reasons he’d chosen this gym as opposed to others was that it had an area meant for learning combat, with an obvious emphasis on unarmed fighting. Street brawlers and punks often visiting it to hone their skills. It also happened to be pay for use, and while they had a registry it was a simple matter to use a false name.
The Silver-haired man shifted into a typical martial arts stance, his opponent a slightly portly man with a handlebar mustache. He wasn’t altogether very good, and Slynt had largely been simply avoiding the man’s attacks now. It was meant to be nothing more than a warm-up truly, but the clumsy brute had been making a rather poor one in all reality. Slynt had already seen six ways he could have incapacitated the man without killing him.
While his original background in fighting would have been a similar style, a mesh of street brawling and other somewhat clumsy fighting styles, his travels had allowed him to learn more artful martial training, though he’d never had the time to master any one style, instead simply incorporating what worked best into his own fighting style as he met different teachers with vastly different fighting styles. His style was mostly built on others, but he’d ensured that it was functional, dropping elements that were problematic and tuning it to his own strengths. He’d taken a perfectionist stance to his fighting in recent year, as it could easily be the difference between life and death. As a result, the silver haired criminal had become an adequate martial artist.
He demonstrated this now, as he tired of the mustachioed man’s clumsy attack deciding to end the spar there, before the main event showed up and the true entertainment would begin. He stepped around an attempted punch, in the same movement using his own leg to sweep the fat man’s legs out from under him and causing him to fall to the matted floor meant to ensure the safety of fighters.
It hadn’t been a very interesting conflict, Slynt thought as he walked away from the downed man, who was currently picking himself up from the floor, before apparently deciding to go utilize some of the exercise equipment to try to improve himself most likely. Slynt paid the man little mind, as the two of them had only agreed to a quick spar before going back to their own business. He himself went to a water bottle, unopened and untampered with, that he’d set aside. Drinking in the liquid while wondering how the girl would approach this little meeting. There was always the possibility she’d simply attempt to neutralize him, but Slynt doubted that. Despite how amusing it could be. His jacket had been left on the rack by the door, ensuring she wouldn’t miss the place, naturally he’d left nothing inside it, but he knew she’d get the message just fine.
Now he simply had to wait for his sparring partner to arrive.
