Be Prepared (Singing Hyenas Optional) [ Open ]

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

Sokka had found himself an open spot in the city that seemed it would do perfectly for what he needed it for, and then set to work. He laid his weapons out in the grass and sat, considering them. Sword, spear, knife, war club, boomerang, shotgun, and a newly acquired semi-automatic handgun. He let his hands drift over them a moment before he picked up the spear. It had been a bit too long since he'd really practiced with that, best to stay sharp and focused. He raised the weapon into a guard and set off into a series of lunges, thrusts, parries, and ripostes; advances and retreats against an imaginary opponent. The young man ended with a final thrust, then dropped the weapon back onto the grass, taking in a few deep breaths before picking up his boomerang and jamming it into his belt, then drew his sword. This was good.

When he practiced he didn't have to think about anything. Not Katara and her willing submergence into a strange and foreign culture. Not Aang and the Nightmare King. Not Kelly and...whatever was going on with her. Just the sword and the footwork. He slid forwards into a neat lunge, dropped and turned it into a down downwards slash before it merged into a rising jab with the point, mind focused solely on remembering everything he had been taught. Probably why he didn't hear anyone who approached.

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[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

Sokka eventually slowed his sword practice and sheathed the blade before picking up his warclub. He hefted it, then went through a series of practice moves. Lunges, jabs, strikes from overhand, underhand, side to side, parries. Anything that might be encountered in a battle situation. After a few moments of this, he turned towards Terry to keep practicing, when the Batman caught his eye. He blinked and squinted up at the costumed Terry.

"Uh. Hey up there." He raised a hand to wave at the silent observer.

[itsmynamenow.livejournal.com]

Terry felt oddly proud that he hadn't been noticed right away. It was like he was back in the saddle, so to speak - back to flitting around in the shadows, being all sneaky, like Batman was supposed to. Even if the young man's attention was focused on his training rather then his surroundings, it was still nice to know that he still had his skills as the Dark Knight.

"Hey," Terry responded in a gruff voice. It was second nature to use that voice while in the costume, so he didn't even think that it might be a bit off-putting. "Where'd you learn to fight like that?" He said, nodding his head at the now-discarded sword.

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

"From my teacher, Master Piandao. He is--was, I guess, the best swordsman on my world." That was a sobering thought. Did that mean he was the last surviving practitioner of the Piandao school? He shrugged it off, looking the strangely clad young man up and down.

"I'm Sokka. What do I call you?"

[itsmynamenow.livejournal.com]

"I'm Batman." Short, to the point -- but then the part of Terry's brain that wasn't working on being the Dark Knight kicked in. "I'm also called Terry."

He glanced over the equipment Sokka had set out in the grass. They all seemed to be pretty old-fashioned weapons, but one stuck out to him. "What kind of world do you come from where you use swords and semi-automatics?"