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WHO: Ashley Magnus
WHERE: South Village, by the water
WHEN: random Mornings throughout the month
OPEN TO: Everyone
WARNINGS: Updated as needed

un: magnus

One more day of this normal routine and I'm going to fucking lose it. South Village. By the mill. Sparring partners needed before I go fucking nuts without work. Any morning from dawn until lunchish.

Ashley never thought about how much of her life was spent constantly on the go. Even in her downtime, she realized she wasn't likely to sit around long, coming up with reasons to get out and move. It's a restlessness that she took for granted when she had the Sanctuary work to do, and an entire city to traverse. Not to mention abnormals to contain, especially with the uptick because of the Cabal before this place.

Now if this place is Cabal or not, she doesn't know, but if it is, they already know what she's capable of so there's reason to hide it.

Mornings start with a run, heading out further each day, taking new routes, trying to not only learn this place but learn every path she might need for any reason. Not to mention the creatures, the resources, anything to keep her on her toes and know what she might need no matter what happens.

By the mill she practices with the few weapons she's gathered, using them in various ways so she knows the heft and weight of them in case. Everything is in case, even if here she has no idea in case of what. There's only so much a person can practice alone, so she hopes sending out that message will draw a few people to practice against. Will keep her on point, not to mention meaning she could get a chance to know more of those here. It's already been eye opening, and she's curious what else this place holds.

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Danny wasn't large but he was fast and precise and those were the skills that he relied on when he fought. Unless Ashley began to plan her strikes, she wasn't likely to hit him. He saw the way her body moved and while she was quick, it was clear that she didn't want to leave herself open for an attack.

It was interesting watching her and for a brief moment, Danny wondered who exactly she was fighting. Was it him or was it something else. "Fight me." He growled at her as he rose to his feet. He didn't press the attack but waited for hers and caught the swing of her leg with his hand. He took her force and let it continued in front of him, adding to it to throw her off balance.

"Adjust for who you are fighting." She had a lot of skill but Danny could see ways that she'd be able to hone her abilities with just a little bit of training. "Knock me off balance."

He waited for her to steady herself, holding his left arm out in front of him with his shoulder forward. It shrank the area she had to attack and gave him quick access to both defense and offense. He thought about taking her down now but that wasn't the point of this exercise.

And that is, oddly enough, not an opponent Ashley is not used to fighting. Even those that seemed human enough, her father included, tended to be larger, darker, more bulk and magic and supernatural twists than they were quick, well trained people closer to her own size.

It's an adjustment she's never had to make, and being called out on that sits heavy and sour in her gut. Not that he's wrong, but that she hates that she's fallen into that trap. More upset with herself than on being called out on it.

Drawing back for a moment as a means of regaining her balance, at least having enough skills to think about recovery, about what it takes to get herself back on her feet rather than ending up a downed target. Drawing a deep breath and trying to make herself focus on Danny and not on the fights she's spent her life fighting. Exhaling slowly, thinking about center of gravity, about balance points.

When she came in again with a series of punches and then a sudden, less telegraphed kick to try and plant the sole of her boot just below his sternum. Aiming lower on his torso, working to try and hit vulnerable points, ones that might have longer lasting effects.

It took a little while longer but one of Ashley's strikes finally hit Danny in his chest. He stepped back then and stopped. "Good." His mouth curved into a smile. "You're finally learning." She had a lot of talent and a lot of skill but it was easy to fall into the same routine of what you knew.

"That's enough for now. I'm going to design a training program for you." It'll take him some time to figure out what's best to compensate for what she needed to improve while continuing to practice what she knew.

"You'll need to find a few different kinds of people to spar against. Your problem is that you're all in your own head. You have the skill and the talent but you need a clear head when you fight and you need to see your opinion." It was a difficult thing to master and something that was impossible for a lot of people.

Huffing out a breath, taking a few minutes to truly draw herself back, to try and get herself back to a place that isn't that of focus on the kill.

"Cool. That would be awesome, thanks," she says, nodding.

She chuckles at that. "I spend a lot of time on the hunt, and usually I fight against those that are less... I'm a monster hunter," she admits. "So my opponents usually act on instinct, and I act on not dying in an alley. So I can't argue that you're right."

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