She's more confident in herself and where her body is at when she does reach out to Erik. And frankly she's missed sparring with comrades. She's nearly bursting with energy to have a good fight, her smile bright and warm when she sees him approaching.
"I would, though Erik is fine. Ain't got much holding on to being a 'mister' in a place like this." He shrugs, but his body language is both warmed up and ready for this fight. It's been a minute since he's done hand-to-hand for fun. "Any rules for this engagement?"
It's a familiar look and for a moment she feels at home. It has been some time since she's sparred with a friend as well. "That's a good question," she says and considers it for a moment, "I admit, I'm leery of what my strength is in this world. And as we're not familiar with each other, how about tap sparring? Where one taps instead of hits?"
"Sounds good to me," he replies, nodding. There's the matter of being dressed for the occasion, which wouldn't be the gear he has on now, usually, but. Well. The clothes of Thedas are very different from what he was used to back home and he's been here long enough to actually have a few pieces of clothing other than what he came with.
He misses sweats, though, especially for something like this.
If he mentioned it, Diana would echo the sentiment. A short chiton would always be her preference, but lacking that, a pair of sweats would be nice. As it is, she makes do in breeches and a loose shirt.
She tips her head politely, "By your leave then." And moves. She is not nearly as fast as she would normally be, but she is still fast, closing the distance and reaching out to tap his shoulder if he doesn't move to block.
She's fast but so is Erik; he does a little dodge-block combo that has him redirecting her reach just outside of his shoulder. He hadn't expected her to move so quickly, to be honest, but years of training and a hesitance to be the first one 'tapped' kicked into gear at just the last minute.
He's not as well-trained as she is, however, and she's got years and years (one imagines) on him in the practical study, so eventually, she's going to get him.
It's hardly a surprise. Even among the Justice League, there are very few with training experience similar to an Amazon born. It doesn't make the spar any less enjoyable. When she does inevitably land a tap, she backs off a little with a smile.
"You fight well," she says, an earnest compliment. She's breathing harder than she would be in her world, her resilience impressive but not as endless as it normally is. It feels good, in it's own way.
"Thanks. You fight like a fuckin' pro, it's... something else, really." He shakes his head, panting. She could've wiped the floor with his entire JSOC unit, he's sure, especially since she still got him even after the Heart-Shaped Herb and whatever arriving in Thedas had done to limit those powers. "Wanna make this a regular thing? Keep each other honest and in shape." There's no gyms here, he's had to do what he can to make sure he doesn't get any weaker just because he's in a different place.
"I am in a sense," she says, thoughtfully, "I've fought a great deal in my life." And his offer has her beaming again, "Of course, Erik! I would love that." It eases the ache of homesickness for the Justice League a little.
"Same, but you fuckin' owned that fight." Which means maybe her life has been longer than his, or maybe it means she started training as an actual child and not just as a young adult as he did. "Cool. OKay. Mornings, then, like... I dunno, three times a week?"
That way they probably won't overdo it, right? Right.
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"Hello. Would you be Mister Stevens?"
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He misses sweats, though, especially for something like this.
"Ready when you are."
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She tips her head politely, "By your leave then." And moves. She is not nearly as fast as she would normally be, but she is still fast, closing the distance and reaching out to tap his shoulder if he doesn't move to block.
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He's not as well-trained as she is, however, and she's got years and years (one imagines) on him in the practical study, so eventually, she's going to get him.
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"You fight well," she says, an earnest compliment. She's breathing harder than she would be in her world, her resilience impressive but not as endless as it normally is. It feels good, in it's own way.
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That way they probably won't overdo it, right? Right.