Training
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Our past makes us who we are. If you need proof of this statement, you really need look no further than my current situation. It's 4 a.m. I'm behind the mask, on a roof and ready to swing into action.
Below a couple of small-time crooks were engaged in a little breaking and entering, I wasn't in the mood for these no hope thugs after the night I had had. It wasn't their fault I'd spotted them on my way home, Batman had taught me better than to leave them be, and Bludhaven had taught me not to leave them to the police.
Right now swooping in majestically was not in my game plan, utilising my d-cel line I dropped straight down in front of them. The question I presented them with was simple "Will you go quietly, or do I have to make you quiet"; they chose option two, giving me a chance to unwind. I'll tell you now that I went in too hard on these mooks, they were unarmed, I was tense, the conclusion of our confrontation left me slightly less tense and two unconscious goons trussed up on the police departments front steps.
The first guy walked his big gut into a light kick, which left him recovering doubled over. Meanwhile a scissors kick to the head allowed his cellmate to be, get real friendly with the floor. I admit that the circus performer in me was making a game out of these two bit villains. I liked each one of them to watch me work over his friend.
The fight was never going to last very long and I timed the finale to entertain myself, blocking the bad punches of gangster one and letting his ally charge me from behind. I backflipped into position, crouched and launched straight up into a flying splits, it took me less than three seconds to perform, and more than one body out of the game with its execution.
This was no glory work, it was even a little bit sloppy, it showed how far my personal training had really slipped, but at least my style was mine once more. My recent sparring partner had taught me a lot, but had not managed to change my style in the way that I feared he could have, it was clear that I needed to get back to my normal routines as soon as possible…
But for tonight, Bludhaven beware, Nightwing is back in town.
