[He nods and releases her arm to open the door. At once he heads inside and begins removing his suit jacket, folding it cautiously and setting it on a bench where it won't get mussed.]
[Wanda meanwhile is in her Ultimates uniform, so as he adjusts his clothing, she's stretching her arms and legs, this and that to prepare for a light sparring session with Edgeworth.]
[It's nothing to be ashamed of, as far as Wanda's concerned. He mentioned he was a lawyer, and this just gives her an idea of how easy she'll need to start out to begin with.]
It's good that you've take advantage of the opportunity.
[He frowns at that statement - but a moment later, his face is composed; he bows.]
Nothing that would damage the surrounding environs; nothing that would cause true injury to the other party. Again, the point of this is simply to prove your fitness, not ultimately to prevail, so do what you must to display your capabilities.
[And because she is the one that is to be put to the test, she takes an alert stance, subtly shifting her weight to the balls of her feet as she steps closer.
For a moment, she's content to take a moment to study him, to move slowly and see if he'll go on the offense or not.]
When it seems that he too waits to see if she'll make the first move, she steps forward into action. She starts first with a feint from her left hand, testing, before following with a kick she expects he'll block if he's competent enough to do so.]
[She's certainly fast, and he knows essentially as soon as she moves that she's going to be better than he is. He's been training enough with Tyke that he is able to block the kick, though only just; as soon as he has blocked it, he steps back and away.
His counterattack is done from that distance. He uses the power of his mind to jerk her ankle out from under her while she's still on one leg - though it's gentler than it might be, because much of his concentration is given over to preparing to cushion her fall if she's in danger of hurting herself.]
[He's successful in jerking her leg out from under her. His power doesn't seem to be anything physically visible, which makes it harder to predict and block. Then again, her father's mutant power isn't visible so this isn't impossible to her, just challenging.
She hits the mats but immediately tumbles into a roll and slides back onto her feet immediately. If they're using powers, well, alright then. Wanda sends a hex bolt toward his feet. If it doesn't hit him directly, it will certainly bunch up the material around him to trip him up.]
[That was...rather spectacular, actually, and for a moment he's absorbed in seeing the physical manifestation of her ability rather than actually defending himself and fighting. Consequently, he's late jumping backwards to avoid it, and so the bolt does hit the ground and it does trip him.
Fortunately, he's quick-thinking with his power now; he uses it to slow his fall and support himself, so that he pushes back onto his feet. He's certainly, however, on the defensive now.]
[Since he's upped the ante a bit, Wanda continues more aggressively, approaching quickly and going in for another kick, and a jab if he can't think quickly enough to block her after a fall.
Her eyes are watching him quickly, carefully as she does, however, waiting for any sign of a tell if and when he chooses to use his power again.]
[He needs a bit of room to recover; he blocks the kick but the jab gets through, and he steps (doesn't stumble, at least - Tyke's training has done well) backwards -
So he uses his power again, picking her up with it, lifting her off the ground. The grip of the power around her waist is - perhaps a touch comically - gentle and gentlemanly, the wrap of telekinesis holding her demurely about her waist and upper arms.
It's an expenditure of energy - there's a rime of sweat on his forehead - but it's less effort than fighting.]
[Okay, so it is is telekinesis. Wanda's hands go to the grip at her waist which yes, is firm but gentle. It's automatic to try and pry him off, but it only lasts a split second. She does better matching power for power, and sends a hex toward him.
Like the one before, the bright pink bolt is powered by an equation of probability, one that when it hits him will affect the chances of his gift failing against his best efforts.]
[Wanda pauses then, watching him drop and slowly get up once more. She lands on her feet when his gift breaks, expecting it would, and her knees bend with impact.
Her expression shows a faint note of concern.]
We never said when our stopping point would be.
[Which is to say, she'll keep going until he's seen enough.]
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It won't. If you knew my brother you would know that.
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I wouldn't necessarily count on that. She is...very off-putting.
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As you say. I suppose I'll have to find out for myself then, though I don't anticipate any problems.
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I hope not, to be certain. In any case -
[He turns and stops before a door.]
In this room is a small exercise area which we on security have taken over. There's an area where we may spar as well.
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Does every group on board have a place they've claimed for themselves?
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[She nods to the door, expecting him to open it when he's ready.]
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Did you learn to fight before you arrived here?
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No.
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It's good that you've take advantage of the opportunity.
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I'd sooner I hadn't had to.
[And then he turns towards her, rolling up his shirtsleeves.]
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[It's the way of life, and Wanda lifts her shoulders in a shrug as she moves to stand opposite him.]
Do you have any particular way you do things? So many rounds? Anything off-limits with regards to powers perhaps?
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Nothing that would damage the surrounding environs; nothing that would cause true injury to the other party. Again, the point of this is simply to prove your fitness, not ultimately to prevail, so do what you must to display your capabilities.
Are you prepared?
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[And because she is the one that is to be put to the test, she takes an alert stance, subtly shifting her weight to the balls of her feet as she steps closer.
For a moment, she's content to take a moment to study him, to move slowly and see if he'll go on the offense or not.]
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When it seems that he too waits to see if she'll make the first move, she steps forward into action. She starts first with a feint from her left hand, testing, before following with a kick she expects he'll block if he's competent enough to do so.]
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His counterattack is done from that distance. He uses the power of his mind to jerk her ankle out from under her while she's still on one leg - though it's gentler than it might be, because much of his concentration is given over to preparing to cushion her fall if she's in danger of hurting herself.]
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She hits the mats but immediately tumbles into a roll and slides back onto her feet immediately. If they're using powers, well, alright then. Wanda sends a hex bolt toward his feet. If it doesn't hit him directly, it will certainly bunch up the material around him to trip him up.]
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Fortunately, he's quick-thinking with his power now; he uses it to slow his fall and support himself, so that he pushes back onto his feet. He's certainly, however, on the defensive now.]
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Her eyes are watching him quickly, carefully as she does, however, waiting for any sign of a tell if and when he chooses to use his power again.]
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So he uses his power again, picking her up with it, lifting her off the ground. The grip of the power around her waist is - perhaps a touch comically - gentle and gentlemanly, the wrap of telekinesis holding her demurely about her waist and upper arms.
It's an expenditure of energy - there's a rime of sweat on his forehead - but it's less effort than fighting.]
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Like the one before, the bright pink bolt is powered by an equation of probability, one that when it hits him will affect the chances of his gift failing against his best efforts.]
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Oof -
[It breaks his concentration; the telekinetic grip is loosed at once, so that Wanda will be loosed to fall to the ground.
He gets up, but a bit slowly; his physical attacks and reactions are slower by far than his mental ones.]
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Her expression shows a faint note of concern.]
We never said when our stopping point would be.
[Which is to say, she'll keep going until he's seen enough.]
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