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Martial arts training meeting go [so so open]

Morgan having made the call for anyone interested in their potential class to come meet them in the city, they awaited everyone who said they would be attending. The location itself, at least, was easily spotted by those looking for it, so Tim had approved the suggestion by Morgan for the meeting spot. And it did have a training room.

Tim himself was willing to give them a window of time to arrive, though he wanted to be organised and punctual enough to not keep people waiting either. At least they were able to mingle with each other in the mean time.

First they would have a meeting for those interested in assisting-- as teachers for specific skills or otherwise-- so that they had a firmer idea of where they stood with what they could teach. After that, of course, was the meeting for interested pupils, to organise. After that, they could get sanction to begin.

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"Somehow I thought I'd find you here." Morgan wasn't chuckling; he seemed pleased! And then, contrite: "Sorry I haven't been in touch recently about getting anything done. That whole giant fight has had me worn out, and we didn't want to schedule anything for when people were still working on the ship or whatnot."

"Can't get rid of me that easily," Hit Girl said, stretching some more. It was one of the most important things to do before you actually engaged in rough physical activity. "Don't worry about that: I've been busy too, what with some missions and doing some clean up in a new place I'm at. So when did you get a co-trainer?"

"I've really been wanting to organize this whole thing," Morgan said. "That way, if I get pulled back into the pods, anyone I'm training doesn't get left high and dry, for example. We're going to have a few people who can teach, hopefully, too."

"Good to know," Hit Girl said. "I was training with someone named Chase for a little while, but had to stop because I haven't seen him in awhile. I hate starting out with training that gets interrupted. So who ate these other teachers that we're gonna have here?"

"You mentioned that to me. It's one of the reasons I wanted to do it this way. As for other teachers, well, far be it from me to steal their glory," he said. "We'll do a little introduce-ourselves things once this all starts."

"Well, it sorta sucked," Hit Girl said. "I was really warming up to the guy. It's not really easy for me to warm up per say, you get me? But yeah, I know a few heads in this place, I'll make with the nice."

"Yeah, it's not good to lose a teacher you trust and respect," Morgan said, a very slight and distant frown touching his features. After all, he'd likely never see his own master until this whole mess had ended. "But it's worse to completely lose your training, so, better to prepare for the possibility than just hope it never happens."

"Yeah, I hear ya," Hit girl replied, flexing her fingers. "Tomorrow's a new day and all of that. "So this is turning out to be a pretty big deal, right? You have quite a few people who showed up. I know some of them too."

She spied Allenby, chuckling. "Definitely her. She's the one that threw the Overlord out in space, and got sent to bay for trying to help on the clone mission. Sh's...interesting."

"I'd like it to be bigger, but we are off to a good start, and that's good enough for me," Morgan said with a grin.

He followed her glance, then matched that chuckle, his grin becoming a little more boyish. "Allenby? I've met her, she's great."

"Bigger will come in time," Hit girl said, shrugging. "I'm cool with it being small for the moment, takes the pressure off."

Watching his expression, she was definitely giving him something of a leer. "She's 'great' is she? Well, she's definitely got balls, I like that. I wouldn't mind sparring with her, so long as the safety's were off. It's no fun that way."

"I'm used to dealing with larger classes. Not super-large, and across more age levels, but this is no sweat for me."

He put aside the obvious joke about Allenby and balls, especially since she fairly blatantly had none in the literal sense. "Oh, that's on my agenda too. I already agreed to try to teach her a few things."

"All the better for you then," Hit Girl said. "But I bet you ever had to teach a pony in your other classes, right?"

Hit girl nodded. "Yeah, we're all on the same level where we have to learn a few things. Still think I can take her though."

"No, as it happens, I have never taught a pony," Morgan said, wryly. "But I will find a way. Probably a variation of capoeira, really."

He honestly had no real ideas of either Hit Girl's or Allenby's skill levels. He had no reason to doubt that each was capable! So he just said, "Do me a favor and leave her in one piece afterward!"

Hit girl laughed. "Capoeira! Man, I'd really like to see that Applejack able to do that: you'd be the best teacher ever if you taught a pony to do that!"

But here, she wold be honest. "She's not a weakling. I don't think you'll have to worry about that. If anything, we'd both be pretty messed up."

"It's one of the best-suited I can think of for a four-legged practitioner with powerful kicks," he said. That simplified the matter, but the more he had considered it, the more he felt this was the first thing he should try.

"I'd be disappointed if she went down easily, but I'd be surprised if she did. Let me be a fly on THAT wall if you ever get her for a spar, I'd love to see it. I'll give you extra special training if you do a couple of fanservice rips to her suit," he said with a wink.

"Yeah, and she seems like the type that deserves to get stronger, you know? She has determination, and I can tell this world is pretty different from what she's used to. Like, you can see the strength in her that just needs a little push."

Hit Girl laughed aloud. "You know, on behalf of, like, womankind or whatever, I should be yelling at you. Then again, I'm hardly a woman yet, so I have no problems doing that. Better believe after a fight with me, there will be some fanservicey easter eggs there."

To Hit Girl's statements on AJ, Morgan could only nod. That summed it up exactly. She was a terribly brave pony who was terribly out of her element; Morgan's heart went out to her entirely.

"It can be tasteful!" he said. "I'm not asking for strip sparring! But I would assume you of all people wouldn't yell, since you already told me I ought to be going out and charming some ladies."

"Don't feel bad for her," Hit Girl said, not missing a beat. She could guess what he might be thinking. "If you really care about her, hit her hard with training. It'll be back breaking, but if she's anything like me, she'll appreciate you not holding back."

She shook her head. "Dude, I'm not stripping her: if she's in a fight with me, she'll be losing clothes because I don't play nice. She wouldn't expect me to either: hell, if she's worth her salt, I'd better have some torn clothes. Next best thing to having a scar, right?"

Hit girl's libido? Second fiddle to fighting...and just about everything else.

Morgan couldn't help but laugh. This had taken such an odd turn!

"Seriously, though, I'd rather avoid anything that does long-term damage. I can help with the healing, but even for the sake of some really quality training, it seems like a bad idea to have any of our good fighters out of commission for long."

"Oh, it won't be all that bad. But even I know in a fight with Allenby, you go all out. Who knows how many opponents she's had here that are willing to take it to a level where you're both out of breath and beat up?"

That was real training, the way she figured. You had to get hurt a little bit* to make sure you were doing it right!

*a little bit meaning fairly injured.

"Maybe so, but the ideal level of skill is one where you know what you could have endured. If you know that your opponent would have landed a devastating blow on you, even if they didn't, then that in and of itself is motivation enough to figure out where you went wrong and correct the error."

"That's why I want to fight her," Hit Girl replied. "I mean, sure, I could go into the Sensorium, or I could play it safe, but I want to push what we can do to the limit, you know? And with someone like her, I know we wouldn't have to hold back except for death."

"Whoa, I'm not explaining clearly enough, obviously!" He held up a hand, touching his other fingers to his forehead. "Look, let me try it this way. The greatest martial arts battle I ever saw, a conflict by two of the most skilled masters of any number of arts I can think of, was decided without a single punch, kick, or even motion on either of their parts."

Hit Girl just sort of stares at him here. Did he actually expect her to understand how anyone would be able to win a match like that? That made no sense!

"How? Did they do a Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon where they fight in each other's mind or something?"

"No, no, not that that isn't possible, but... it was a matter of both knowing themselves perfectly, and being able to read the other person perfectly." Morgan got just a bit distant as he remembered that scene. "Reading the other person, knowing what move you would use, how they would respond, but most importantly, being able to understand exactly what would come of it."

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