[Because if Riz wants to get a beat down from a guy in a dorky shirt and a name tag, Mando can do it! But then they'd probably damage his work shirt and stress out Boober, so it's probably best that he takes it off first.]
We should probably go outside, too.
[Choke-slamming each other around the living room would likely also stress out Boober. Mando heads towards his bedroom, where he'll take off his shirt and hang it up. Riz can follow without worrying about offending his youthful eyes; Mando is wearing his armour and a long-sleeved shirt under the work shirt, so no horrible glimpses of aging flesh shall be had.]
[Of course they are going to head outside. There is barely any room inside the apartment to dash around, and also, it would upset Boober Very Much and Riz definitely doesn't want that in his life.
Riz doesn't follow Mando, instead taking the time to put on his shoes. He is, of course, wearing one of his proper suits, which is absolutely not adequate sparring clothes, but Riz is going to Riz. In fact, he'd argue that seeing as he also fights in these clothes, it would only make sense for him to spar in them as well. Something something, recreating the circumstances of battle.
Also, frankly, after being forced to wear just shorts and a t-shirt for the last month on account of his broken leg, Riz is not giving up his nice, comfortable suits for anything.]
[Mando re-emerges just in time to see Riz getting his shoes on.]
So we're practicing with slippery feet today?
[They've had this discussion before, Riz. Did you at least put some tread on the bottoms of those dress shoes? Mando gets his shit-kicker boots back on--ugly, yes, but with great traction--and holds the door open for Riz. He won't say anything about the suit. He knows how much looking the way you're supposed to look can mean, and wouldn't take that away from Riz.]
What kind of sparring do you want to do? Hand-to-hand or with weapons?
Again, this is what I always fight in. Just cause you need those big clunking boots, doesn't mean all of us do!
[Well, maybe having some extra tread on the bottom of his shoes would help Riz once in a while, but also!! He's just that good, okay. He's fucking amazing. And boots wouldn't go with his suit.]
Let's go with swords.
[Of course they aren't actual proper swords. They are wooden dummy swords, like you give to little kids. But its the best they've got and anyway, Riz is not going up against Mando in hand-to-hand. He's not suicidal.]
[He's fucking amazing until he hits some sand and skids out. But sure, let's spar with slippery feet. Mando has offered to buy him tread for the bottom of those shoes, and the offer still stands.]
[Maybe it's just a difference in perspective. Mando is in a lot more trouble if he falls over, since it takes him longer to get up. Maybe sliding and rolling around is all part of a speedster's fighting style?]
Sure.
[Mando grabs the wooden swords out of the closet and opens the door.]
Let's just head for the little field behind the apartment.
[Because this is the Pokemon world, most apartments have a little battlefield set up close by. Probably to discourage residents from letting their Pokemon fight inside. And that sort of field seems perfect for what they are going to do. Plus, it's close by.]
[They trot out to the battlefield, which is fortunately empty. Once they get there, Mando drops his sword and sits on the grass, motioning for Riz to do the same.]
Sit. I'm stretching out first, and you should do the same.
[Riz grabs a hold of Mando's gloved hands to pull, absolutely not thinking about how strange this must look to people looking on -- a man in armor and a cap doing floor stretches with a kid in a business suit.]
Oh, it was great! Seriously, Mando, you gotta get some of this stuff when you get home.
[They're not even the weirdest thing on this block. There's probably a Mr. Mime running around somewhere. Now that's weird.]
Tell me about it.
[Mando shakes his head.]
That stuff's expensive. I'd have used it on you if I had any, but I was out when I was brought here.
[He was planning on filling up at Boba's, but then never made it. If he was about to get into a gunfight over shitass Tattooine, the least Boba could do is fill up Mando's bakta tanks beforehand!]
[Riz truly isn't convinced Mr Mime isn't just a weird dude. But this is one mystery he doesn't want to dive into. The potential answer is too terrifying to contemplate.]
Fair. I guess back home I don't go out of my way to have healing potions on me either cause they can get pretty pricey and we always have Kristen and Fig with us.
[Riz quickly scoops up his 'sword', putting some distance between him and Mando, and starting to warily circle him. Honestly, this isn't Riz's ideal place to fight. It's an open field, while he thrives on stealth and shooting people in the back. But, then again, he's also holding a wooden play sword, so, you know, maybe nothing about this is ideal.]
Too bad there is no sand here for me to kick in your face.
[And it is coarse and unpleasant. People have been known to hate it.
This time, Riz doesn't try to dodge. Rather, he tries going for a parry. He won't be able to hold Mando's sword off with pure strength, but maybe with enough of a nudge he can redirect it just so and be close enough for a sneak attack.
[Mando isn't some wuss-ass Jedi, though, so getting sand in weird places doesn't bother him that much.]
[Riz's block does, in fact, redirect Mando's sword, and Mando makes a soft oofing noise when Riz punches him in the leg. The kid aimed around the beskar, the little brat, so it stings where he connected.]
Has Boober been showing you what we work on? That was a good parry.
[Too bad Mando is going to keep up the heat and keep pushing forward! He's willing to take a few hits when he knows he only has to get Riz once.]
[After Riz had obtained his Sword of Shadows, Fabian had insisted on giving him some sword lessons over the summer. Something about how his improper handling was an affront to swordfighters everywhere.
(Personally, Riz thinks it may have had more to do with Fabian needing any sort of distraction after killing his dad, which Riz understood more than anyone.)
On the second parry, Riz's leg gives a twinge, making him stumble ever so slightly. Not enough for Mando to get a hit in, but enough that Riz has to add an awkward dodge roll to the move to fully clear the sword, leaving him pretty unguarded for a follow-up attack.]
[Mando notices how Riz stumbles, and so he doesn't go for a full attack. Instead, he taps Riz in the ribs with his sword, then pulls back, falling into a defensive position.]
[Of course, Riz is familiar with the sensation of burning muscles. Just... usually it comes at the end of a long and involved battle. Or hours of sparring. Or even just running across town all day on an investigation. It doesn't come after barely two turns of sparring.]
And don't tell Fabian that. His ego is already so big.
[Yeah, yeah, he won't praise your friend, Riz. Not in front of you, at least.]
All right, I won't go easy on you then.
[Lies. He's going exactly easy enough to make it look like he's not going easy on him at all. It's a fine line to walk, and Mando aims another jab at Riz's legs.]
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[Because if Riz wants to get a beat down from a guy in a dorky shirt and a name tag, Mando can do it! But then they'd probably damage his work shirt and stress out Boober, so it's probably best that he takes it off first.]
We should probably go outside, too.
[Choke-slamming each other around the living room would likely also stress out Boober. Mando heads towards his bedroom, where he'll take off his shirt and hang it up. Riz can follow without worrying about offending his youthful eyes; Mando is wearing his armour and a long-sleeved shirt under the work shirt, so no horrible glimpses of aging flesh shall be had.]
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[Of course they are going to head outside. There is barely any room inside the apartment to dash around, and also, it would upset Boober Very Much and Riz definitely doesn't want that in his life.
Riz doesn't follow Mando, instead taking the time to put on his shoes. He is, of course, wearing one of his proper suits, which is absolutely not adequate sparring clothes, but Riz is going to Riz. In fact, he'd argue that seeing as he also fights in these clothes, it would only make sense for him to spar in them as well. Something something, recreating the circumstances of battle.
Also, frankly, after being forced to wear just shorts and a t-shirt for the last month on account of his broken leg, Riz is not giving up his nice, comfortable suits for anything.]
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So we're practicing with slippery feet today?
[They've had this discussion before, Riz. Did you at least put some tread on the bottoms of those dress shoes? Mando gets his shit-kicker boots back on--ugly, yes, but with great traction--and holds the door open for Riz. He won't say anything about the suit. He knows how much looking the way you're supposed to look can mean, and wouldn't take that away from Riz.]
What kind of sparring do you want to do? Hand-to-hand or with weapons?
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[Well, maybe having some extra tread on the bottom of his shoes would help Riz once in a while, but also!! He's just that good, okay. He's fucking amazing. And boots wouldn't go with his suit.]
Let's go with swords.
[Of course they aren't actual proper swords. They are wooden dummy swords, like you give to little kids. But its the best they've got and anyway, Riz is not going up against Mando in hand-to-hand. He's not suicidal.]
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[Maybe it's just a difference in perspective. Mando is in a lot more trouble if he falls over, since it takes him longer to get up. Maybe sliding and rolling around is all part of a speedster's fighting style?]
Sure.
[Mando grabs the wooden swords out of the closet and opens the door.]
You get to choose the terrain. Lead on.
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[Because this is the Pokemon world, most apartments have a little battlefield set up close by. Probably to discourage residents from letting their Pokemon fight inside. And that sort of field seems perfect for what they are going to do. Plus, it's close by.]
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[They trot out to the battlefield, which is fortunately empty. Once they get there, Mando drops his sword and sits on the grass, motioning for Riz to do the same.]
Sit. I'm stretching out first, and you should do the same.
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[God, dad!!! Get off his case!!! There is some very teenage eye-rolling happening, though Riz does still plop down to stretch out his limbs.]
I've been stretching so much these last few days, it feels like I'm going to be five feet tall soon.
[No one else could say 'five feet tall' with such disgust. Horrendous! He's already far too tall.]
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[Mando has never seen Paz Viszla stretch even once, and look how tall that douche is.]
The last thing you want is to pull a muscle and need to spend more time on the couch. Boober wouldn't survive it.
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[Mando moves to line the bottom of his boots up with Riz's feet and offers him both hands. Grab on and pull, kid.]
How's your leg feeling? Did the bakta help?
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Oh, it was great! Seriously, Mando, you gotta get some of this stuff when you get home.
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Tell me about it.
[Mando shakes his head.]
That stuff's expensive. I'd have used it on you if I had any, but I was out when I was brought here.
[He was planning on filling up at Boba's, but then never made it. If he was about to get into a gunfight over shitass Tattooine, the least Boba could do is fill up Mando's bakta tanks beforehand!]
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Fair. I guess back home I don't go out of my way to have healing potions on me either cause they can get pretty pricey and we always have Kristen and Fig with us.
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[Mando's back is now sufficiently cracked, and he lets go of Riz's hands.]
All right, let's see what you've got.
[In other words, like a true cheap-as-shit warrior, Mando expects Riz to go for him while he's still sitting down.]
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[Riz quickly scoops up his 'sword', putting some distance between him and Mando, and starting to warily circle him. Honestly, this isn't Riz's ideal place to fight. It's an open field, while he thrives on stealth and shooting people in the back. But, then again, he's also holding a wooden play sword, so, you know, maybe nothing about this is ideal.]
Too bad there is no sand here for me to kick in your face.
[See, he has remembered that lesson!]
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You remembered.
[He's pretty pleased about that!]
You could always start carrying some sand in a pouch. Just in case.
[Mando takes a jab at Riz with his sword.]
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And risk getting sand stuck in my pockets? Do you want Boober to kill me?
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[Geesh, does Riz think Mandalorians walk around with sandy pockets all the time? C'mon on now...]
Nice dodge.
[Going for another jab!]
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[And it is coarse and unpleasant. People have been known to hate it.
This time, Riz doesn't try to dodge. Rather, he tries going for a parry. He won't be able to hold Mando's sword off with pure strength, but maybe with enough of a nudge he can redirect it just so and be close enough for a sneak attack.
(read: punch to the thigh.)]
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[Mando isn't some wuss-ass Jedi, though, so getting sand in weird places doesn't bother him that much.]
[Riz's block does, in fact, redirect Mando's sword, and Mando makes a soft oofing noise when Riz punches him in the leg. The kid aimed around the beskar, the little brat, so it stings where he connected.]
Has Boober been showing you what we work on? That was a good parry.
[Too bad Mando is going to keep up the heat and keep pushing forward! He's willing to take a few hits when he knows he only has to get Riz once.]
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[After Riz had obtained his Sword of Shadows, Fabian had insisted on giving him some sword lessons over the summer. Something about how his improper handling was an affront to swordfighters everywhere.
(Personally, Riz thinks it may have had more to do with Fabian needing any sort of distraction after killing his dad, which Riz understood more than anyone.)
On the second parry, Riz's leg gives a twinge, making him stumble ever so slightly. Not enough for Mando to get a hit in, but enough that Riz has to add an awkward dodge roll to the move to fully clear the sword, leaving him pretty unguarded for a follow-up attack.]
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[Mando notices how Riz stumbles, and so he doesn't go for a full attack. Instead, he taps Riz in the ribs with his sword, then pulls back, falling into a defensive position.]
How's your leg doing?
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[Of course, Riz is familiar with the sensation of burning muscles. Just... usually it comes at the end of a long and involved battle. Or hours of sparring. Or even just running across town all day on an investigation. It doesn't come after barely two turns of sparring.]
And don't tell Fabian that. His ego is already so big.
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[Yeah, yeah, he won't praise your friend, Riz. Not in front of you, at least.]
All right, I won't go easy on you then.
[Lies. He's going exactly easy enough to make it look like he's not going easy on him at all. It's a fine line to walk, and Mando aims another jab at Riz's legs.]
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