Sparring session for Nick

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For some reason, Connor never expected the holidays to be this hard. Thanksgiving passed by without much notice, he's never really celebrated that, but Christmas has had him on a private roller coaster. One minute he's blissfully happy to have a home and a woman he's in love with who loves him back, even knowing the truth of what he is, the next minute he's remembering holidays with John and Rachel and even Brenda and he just wants to go bury himself in a dark corner with a bottle of whiskey. All the scotch he's been given as gifts is going at a distressing rate. It's not even New Year's yet, and then it'll be his birthday soon after that, which he just hopes nobody will notice at all...

Just a few days after, and he's pacing, resisting the urge to crack open the next bottle. He needs a distraction. He needs to get out. He needs something to do.

The message that comes on Nick's pinpoint is typical Connor, brief and brusque and to the point.
Want to spar?
There's coordinates attached, and he's got the sense to have picked somewhere it's night. Connor's waiting in a grassy field on a quiet world he ran across in a Nexus guidebook. There's an almost full moon that gives him enough light to see by, and it's not the dead of winter, here, so he can stand around in t-shirt and jeans and sneakers without freezing his ass off. He swings the katana slowly, working his way through kata. There's a couple of rapiers and a western broadsword on the ground nearby... and a bottle of scotch, because his willpower gave out already.

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"I didn't think it was going to come back to me quite like it has." He smiles, watching Connor check the blade. It shows the care it's been given, and Nick worries a bit about how his own blade will weather the Japanese steel, but there is only one way to find out. He doesn't reach for his sword quite yet, once Connor finishes and moves to start again, he will.

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Connor shrugs, taking his time finishing the inspection. "Didn't we spend a lot more of our lives living with swords than with guns and... other things?" That's partly his way of trying to gauge Nick's age, but he's already pretty sure the vampire is at least as old as he is. He doesn't know how much older...

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Nick smiles at Connor's fishing and stretches a little. He picks up his blade, and gives it his own inspection, though its hardly as thorough as Connor's. He's gone over it already, and he's just reviewing techniques in his head while he talks.

"We did." He flips the sword, inspecting the opposite side. "But I put more time into learning the arts once I was immortal. Swords became secondary."

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It's only half fishing, and half reminisce. Connor gives him a sidelong glance, though. "...The arts? What arts?"

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"Anything that caught my interest. I've dabbled in quite a bit, but I prefer painting, and playing the piano." Nick smiles and sets the sword in his lap. He's not at all adverse to talking about something unrelated to warfare.

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Connor gives a noise that is very definitely a snort. "...You were some kind of... noble, weren't you?" He gives Nick a sidelong look, eyes glinting. "You're not English?" That's a little bit of a give-away, if Connor's old enough to take the feud between the English and the Scottish personally. His expression is hard to read, a smirk that's both amused and a little ugly.

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Nick shook his head with a smile at the snort. He could guess what Connor thought of nobles, particularly Englishmen.

"My family was from what's now known as Belgium. Knights, my father and I." Which meant in the grand scheme of things, his family had very little political power at all, but they may still be called nobles.

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"Ah. Well. As long as you're not a bloody sassenach." He grins, teasing. That's probably a word Nick hasn't heard in a long time, and Connor's brogue is showing. He stands, and rolls his shoulders a little, readying himself for round two.

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"Hardly." Nick stands, smiling and stepping away from their spots of rest, though he stays facing Connor as he backs up into the open area. "Though I did spend a little time in Wales." He salutes Connor with a smirk as he briefly adopts a practiced British accent.

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Connor paces with him, just out of sword's reach, finding his own position. He rolls his eyes a little, though. "Show off. I never was good at accents..." Which probably explains why his own default is a bizarre European muddle. He's not sure how to fake anything else.

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"I had a good teacher, and a world war to help." He squares off, his voice having returned to normal again since he doesn't want to be obnoxious. Now that he has a sword that feels more natural in his hand, he falls into an older European stance, something more fitting for a man in armor, perhaps. He's loose, and ready to go again.

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"...Just one?" He hesitates, frowning a little. "Languages are no trouble, it's just the accents..." Connor hasn't really stopped moving, but it's growing more fluid, smoothly controlled. He's pacing and shifting across a small patch of ground, moving like a tiger. That's just warming up.

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"Just the one I spent time in London." Nick watches Connor's pacing closely. He remains defensive for the time, but the predatory motion leaves him uncertain whether he should strike first. He decides to wait for a moment more. "I was encouraged to blend in, as much as possible."

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"That's the trick, isn't it..." His raspy voice gets softer, and any smile fades away. "Blend in, look normal, but you can't... live like they can, because you can't settle down, or get attached, or else..." He pauses, shakes his head, and suddenly he's dropped low and whirls in, a snakelike movement that, if it works, will smack Nick in the legs with the flat of the blade. One advantage of a single-edged sword is he can turn it if he needs to and keep from cutting him, that way.

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Nick's stance is better suited to avoid stabbing motions, and he takes the hit in the leg and his frown turns grave. He'd be down a limb at least, if that had been a true hit.

"Or to be someone they can trust, who doesn't stand out enough to get noticed." Nick backs off a bit more, resetting himself so he's more mobile. His techniques, such as they are, aren't nearly as adaptable as Connor's, but he will do what he can.

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Connor's still turning and keeping low, until the movement takes him out of sword reach again.

"I'm... not so good on trust." He smiles bitterly, because he knows that's the understatement of the millennium.

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"It's a hard thing to come by." Nick moves in a slow circle, before quickly pressing forward, sending quick jabs and short slashes at Connor.

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"...Dangerous." He circles and keeps moving, his defense fluid and fast. Connor's had plenty of time to get his wind back, and this fighting style is his default. He's definitely had some Eastern teachings, but the occasional kick or once a light kidney punch in passing hint that his roots taught him to fight dirty. Nick's just lucky this is a 'play nice' match. Connor knows how to break a man's nose with his forehead. Highlanders fight rough.

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Nick takes a few stumbling steps back after one of those added hits and eyes up Connor again. As much as this is fun and games, he doesn't like being kicked around, Lacroix made certain of that.

He comes in quickly, intending to force Connor into closer quarters if he can. His sword is used for defense, even as he attacks, just trying to keep the katana out of the way as he advances.

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As far as Connor's concerned, he's holding back because this isn't really about beating the crap out of each other, it's just for fun.

When Nick gets in close, Connor first tries to dodge and turn and spin out of the way to avoid it. Nick's being aggressive about it, though, and when they get locked in close he finally frowns and twists a little to knock the hilt of his sword on Nick's head. "Don't do that! I only know how to fight dirty up close!" He's panting though, because Nick's making him work hard, now.

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Nick actually laughs a little, almost childishly, at Connor's bump to the head and keeps locked in close to him for a moment longer to frustrate him before giving a playful shove that sends them far enough from each other to reset. He smiles as he flourishes the sword only a small bit. It's not arrogant, rather it's just meant to be a little distracting.

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There's something very teacher-y about Connor's tone, but he locks blades again, wrestling to keep Nick from getting his sword against him while they're up close, then makes a face as he staggers back a little. He's a lightweight, really, fast and agile, but not all that strong.

He's too smart to fall for distracting flourishes, though. He's watching Nick's body more than his blade, anticipating, while he gets his own stance back.

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For whatever Nick looks, his appearances are truly deceiving to his strength. Connor's not going to fall easily for the same trick, so Nick circles before going in for another attempt to knock Connor's blade from his path and come in close. He won't be surprised if it fails, but it's worth a second try.

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He's starting to notice how much stronger Nick is, and he's worried that'll be a problem in close quarters. That can turn into a wrestling match in a hurry, and he usually loses those.

His best defense is to just be faster and wilier, so this time when Nick comes at him he makes like he's going to block, then just drops at the last second to tangle up Nick's legs. If they weren't both fast healers, the vampire would have bruised shins by the time this is over.

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Bruised shins, and a sore body. Nick goes down hard with a pained grunt, the wind knocked from him and leaving him momentarily dazed as he stares up at Connor for a moment as he realizes he needs to move. He takes the moment where he still appears dazed to at least untangle his legs quickly.