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003 ☀ video ☀ show you the difference 'tween my gun and my pistol

[ Jaye's been restless and it's starting to get to her; starting to show, really, if the way she runs her hand through her hair and fidgets with her silver wolf earrings before speaking counts as 'showing'. ]

I'm looking for a fight... or a spar, I guess. No guns, no blades -- in fact, if it's a weapon you brought with you to meet, you can't use it. I'm looking for hand-to-hand more than anything. [ Hmm, what else. ] No fatalities or potentially fatal injuries.

[ There's a pause, one lip curling upward slightly. ] You can pull your punches because I'm a girl, but I won't be as nice to you. [ Confident much? Well yes, because she never said anything about not shapeshifting. Besides, this is a good way to assess threat levels.

There's a pause though, then some more fidgeting with one of her earrings as she continues, on a different topic now. ]

Stefan, Bass -- other than the general creepy factor and how bad it smelled, that walk wasn't half bad. Not as useful as we were hoping, but maybe we can try again later.

Metalman, Kirk the Lipstick Captain, Dances With Bears or Goggles or Brick Shithouse, whatever I'm supposed to call you, and anyone else who was all concerned -- we're fine, we've been back, we didn't get lost, none of us are dead, and I got the chemical smell out of my nose.

[ And another pause... ]

Seriously, anyone who wants to spar. Let's go.

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[ She's in a good mood, high on adrenaline and the fact that she's fighting, and it's making her reckless (has already made her reckless, and she's going to feel all her fights later and curse every bruise even as she loves them). Aragorn grabs her arm and crouches and if Jaye fought fair, it would probably tug her down into the ground, but Jaye doesn't fight fair.

In her experience, no one really does.

She's yanked off balance but she grabs for Aragorn, his hair (not as long as hers but long enough) and his shoulder. Hair-pulling tends to be considered 'wrong' or at least girly but Jaye just sees it as effective. It'll be hard to flip her over if she's threatening to take his scalp with her, and even if she misses his hair, there's still a good chance that she'll manage to knock him in the face. ]

[ It takes him by surprise, because Aragorn does fight fair, as fair as he can against the legions of orcs who rare have hair to grab, or rare come near enough to him to grab hair. He feels her fingers slide into his hair, grabbing onto the strands, but he moves immediately, trying to jerk his head out of her grasp.

But it catches instead, and Aragorn feels like a fool for a moment before he bats the feeling away, his hands closing around her wrist and trying to turn himself around, as if in a dance, to look at her and to take her off her feet. ]

[ It works but she's still got a fistful of his hair (and she may need to ask him if he's using the proper amounts of shampoo) and other tricks up her sleeve. One foot lashes out at his leg to kick him in the knee, hopefully hard enough to send him stumbling or hard enough that he'll drop her. She's still yanking at his hair, too, but she's grinning.

Jaye might apologize for not fighting fair later, in her own way. More of a "no one's going to fight fair" sort of comment and a clap on the shoulder, because "sorry" isn't a word she likes to let leave her lips. ]

[ Perhaps he might even thank her, for she shows him now a manner of battle that he has never once thought of before. A manner that might be used against him in the future, hence it is useful.

And he's stumbling, letting go of her arm and jerking hard, uncaring if her grip on his hair will tear out a few. It won't be the worst wound he has received. ]

[ It won't be the worst but it'll hurt. Still, his jerk was unexpected and she swears, stumbling with him and into him before she can find her balance. His hair is quickly discarded but the fight isn't and she throws a jab right at his kidneys.

She's beginning to realize why the Medieval Brigade is so fond of armor, really. Probably fewer kidney shots. ]

[ Now that is what he's familiar with. Aragorn feels the air being smacked out of his chest and he immediately turns around, ignoring the tiny black spots that sparks in his eyes or the red haze of pain, immediately grabbing for her arm with one hand and her shoulder with the other, sweeping his leg out to attempt to throw her onto the ground to pin her down. ]

[ Jaye works out -- lifts weights, goes running, the whole nine yards. Still, she's known her whole life that she has certain advantages as a woman, and with those come disadvantages. Without weight training to the point that she looks terrifying, Aragorn likely has more musculature. What she's fairly certain Aragorn doesn't have is the ability to shapeshift.

She goes down, she lets him pin her, and she thrashes. She doesn't want to use that card yet, but it depends on how he's got her pinned, whether she can roll the two of them over or throw him off. ]

[ Two hands with two wrists, Aragorn's thighs spread around her hips. In another situation, another place, such a position would be indecent, but Aragorn is a warrior born and bred, and he has naught to think about but winning.

He has not lost a battle in near sixty years, and he does not intend to start now, whether or not Jay is a skin-changer or not. ]

[ It's okay, Aragorn -- Jaye can think about how indecent it is and laugh. Her legs shift, feet finding the ground before she jerks her legs up to slam her knees into his back. Her hope is that it'll surprise him enough to loosen his grip. ]

[ Ouch.

Aragorn hisses out a breath as he falls backwards against his side, hitting against the wooden floorboards with a sharp, hard thud. He shakes his head a little, narrowing his eyes at Jaye-

And he waits for her next move. ]

[ He falls and she rolls, pulling herself away just before it's her turn to try and pin him. She doesn't go as a woman, though -- he's strong, too strong, and she's hardly as threatening as a human. One hand hits the ground to stop her roll only to turn into a paw, orange and black fur sprouting before she pounces.

If he doesn't move, there's going to be a tiger on top of him. If he does, well, she's prepared to have fun. ]

[ He rolls as he sees her shift, and Aragorn knows the beorning, the skin-changers, but they turn into bears. Not this creature in front of him, majestic and magnificent with beautiful, golden fur. Aragorn freezes for a moment, his breath taken away by the beast, whose fangs shown in its mouth only add to its feral beauty.

Aragorn breathes out softly, almost reverently. ]

'Tis a beautiful beast you have chosen, skin-changer.

[ But he doesn't hesitate for long. He's already ducking down, aiming for the white, furred underbelly, aiming to punch and kick out at it- and avoid those claws and teeth. ]

[ There's a rumbling growl at the compliment; it will probably never stop amusing her, the reactions some people have to the creatures she can turn into, especially the ones they're unfamiliar with. First Riddick with the hedgehog and the bear, now Strider with the tiger.

Tigers are large but they are on four legs, not two, and so ducking down to punch at her underbelly brings his head right at striking distance. Though she's careful not to use claws, the strength of the tiger is far more than that of a human, and one massive paw lashes out to more or less attempt to slap Aragorn in the face. Teeth snap at his foot as well, though again, she's being careful; it wouldn't do to actually maul him. ]

[ Aragorn has not once met the beorning, but he thinks that this 'spar' is little different from one. He knows that he is being toyed with, yet he cannot feel insulted - he has no sword, after all, and fighting without one has him at great disadvantage. He can not help but laugh, a low quiet thing, and pushes away the memories of the last time he has been ambushed so, until he is flat on his back with a friend clambering over his form.

He reaches out for both hands, pushing away the beast's paws, careful of its paws. He is smiling still when he speaks: ]

'Tis undignified, but I do not have your friend's power of victory. I must concede.

[ Tigers can't purr but it sure doesn't stop Jaye from trying, a pleased rumbling growl slipping through her mouth as her lips cover her teeth. She moves forward though, nudging his face with her large muzzle before that rough tongue comes out to lick up his face. If tigers could grin, she'd be doing so.

She moves then, however, flopping down onto her side next to Strider. He's said she wins, and so she'll take a moment to bask in it the way tigers do -- by being large and lazy. ]

[ Despite the tiger's size, he reminds Aragorn of a contented hobbit after a meal, sprawling out and half-snoozing. He only hopes that the tiger does not eat as much as the Shire-folk do. The licking, however, is new, and he cannot help but laugh.

And he reaches out and, very careful, stroke his hand through the silky, bright hair on top of the beast's head. His lips quirk upwards further. ]

'Tis difficult to converse with such a form, Jaye Skin-changer.

[ Jaye yawns in response, moving so that she's settled onto her stomach before shifting back. She does it slowly this time, letting Aragorn watch, if he'd like to. Thankfully she's controlled enough that whatever she's wearing becomes part of the animal and returns when she comes back.

It probably looks painful, but it isn't, even though it should be. She keeps the eyes, claws, teeth, and stripes for last -- partial shifts can be hideously useful, whether for intimidation or just to open envelopes. ]

Technically you could talk as much as you want. I just couldn't really reply with words.

[ It does look painful, and it is only her placid expression and the lack of pain-shine in her eyes that stopped him from asking after her.

At her words, his lips quirk up. ]

There are many conversations of silence, but rare do I have one with such a beast. [ It makes him think of Brego, his faithful steed whose intelligence shines through his eyes at every trot. ]

What is its name?

[ Coyote is a trickster, but he is also a creator and he is wise and cares for his own. He was kind with his gift, far more kind than some others are. ]

The tiger. [ She stretches, something rather feline still in the gesture. ] They're the largest type of wild cat -- and unlike most felines, they enjoy swimming. There are ones that are white with black stripes, too.

[ He notices the feline gesture, and wonders how much of her remains of Men, and how much is like the Beorn.

He shakes his head. ]

Not once have I seen such a creature in my world.

[ Things linger, sometimes. Her stretch is feline now, and sometimes her head tilts like a curious bird or her foot scuffs the ground the way a hoof might. She is still human while she's an animal, able to separate thought from instinct, but sometimes she's still a bit animal while she's human. ]

Do you have regular cats, at least?

[ He nods slightly. ]

Smaller ones, aye. None higher than my calf.

There are several kinds, back home. Not where I come from, not exactly, but scattered across the world.

[ She shifts, tilting her head to look at him a bit more. ]

I could show you, tell you about them.

I will be much obliged to you. [ He inclines his head. ]

Yeah, well. It's something to do, right?

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