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Bahram was in the gym today, getting a workout in. After the botched rescue at the bank, he was looking to let off a little steam, so he found himself by the punching bags. For the past hour he'd been letting loose a torrent of heavy, sloppy punches that were loud and would probably hurt someone, but wouldn't mean shit in a situation where he'd actually have to throw them.
"If we weren't just up against some... I don't even know what to call them. But if these guys were serious, some of those kids would have been dead, if not all of them. And Yeva and me, our training didn't matter."
"Would it have if the kids weren't there? I heard Yeva took a diplomatic approach but it was never able to get off the ground. What with the kids running around like a bunch of maniacs." He finishes his set and comes down.
Bahram just nods to both questions. After a moment he just stops hitting the bag altogether.
"I opted for the silent approach, though I'll admit fault in letting the kids take initiative. Murdoch took a bullet from a girl I assume never held a gun before in her life. They're going to need direction soon, Matt."
He goes and takes a drink, staying silent for a moment.
"You seem to be particularly pissed off about it." He walks over.
"Don't get me wrong, if I was there I'd be way worse than you, but you're still taking it pretty hard. I remember my first mission. I got thrown off a roof. You remember yours?"
"I don't like to fail," he replies simply, shrugging.
"Overestimated my rewind. Nearly got myself and two others killed because I was arrogant." He's not too pleased to think about it. "It's unfortunate how the only one to come out of that bank with a real injury was the only one who seemed to know what he was doing."
Bahram set his drink down and fixed the tape over his knuckles.
He was going to ask about that again sometime later.
"A combination of the two. More myself for lacking the control to calm them."
He starts to head to the ring in the center, cocking his head toward it as a signal for Matt to follow if he felt like having a spar. He needed to hit something besides a giant bag to calm himself.
"Perhaps if I have a better control over myself I can take more efficient charge in the field. Care to help with that?"
"Your plan is solid in theory." Matt nods as he grabs a pair of sparring gloves from his bag, tossing his spare to Bahram as he climbs in between the ropes to get in.
"Gunning for field leader over these pups, then?" He shakes himself loose before raising his hands in a stance.
Matt adopts a pretty basic strategy to move to Bahram's right to avoid the power left! He takes a step for each punch as he circles, looking to throw a right straight for his cheek!
Bahram gets smacked in the cheek and stumbles to his left! Now his face is all tingly.
He makes a quick recovery, sliding forward and ducking to the right. A left hook shot out for Matt's right side. He then shot back up and to the left, sending a right hook to his left side.
Bahram can't do anything to get away from the underhooks, so he just sends a left hook out for the side of Matt's head before he can gain any distance.
"I'm hoping one of them does," he answers honestly, taking a step back and bouncing on his heels. He feels most suited, but when it comes to it, they'll have to grow sooner or later. "I can't say anything good about the lot, for now, though. Besides Murdoch."
After speaking, he slides back in and launches a right jab feint for Matt's nose! Quickly after, he pushes back (Matt's left) and inward, sending a right hook for his left cheek.
Matt moves his head with it, not taking much damage between that and the close proximity.
"Yeah? Tell me about Murdoch, then."
He parries at the punch that never comes, ducking when the hook comes as he steps underneath and to the outside, throwing a low left kick to the back of Bahram's right thigh.
Bahram takes the kick and stumbles forward just slightly. In his already irked state, he's getting slightly more pissed.
"He's smart. Knows his limits." He steps toward Matt again, throwing another left jab at Matt's nose, fainting a second, and launching a left sweep kick to clip and pull him at the ankle.
"Clyde," he pauses, parrying both jabs before his ankle gets kicked. He steps forward awkwardly to regain balance as he spins, throwing a right back fist.
"He does," Matt takes the first hook to his tucked elbow before sending a counter left hook for his chin the same time Bahram's second hook would land.
He steps back to avoid the jab, parrying and sidestepping the cross as he moves away, staying light on his feet as he bounces a few times.
"Did you read his file? He set his friend on fire and became ostracized."
He comes back in for a left jab right knee to the midsection combo.
"It's something you and I can relate to, having spent all those years ostracized in sickness. He just wants friends--this is the way he thinks he'll get their attention."
Bahram parried the jab as it came out and stepped outside of the knee as it rose, shooting out his left leg in a sweep to catch Matt on his standing leg and pull it out from under him.
"The fact that I can relate is precisely why I can say nothing good about him."