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Mogar was unsure of how much of Antasija's skill had remained within the new shell she had received. There had been no word from Rapture for months now, and Mogar had a responsibility to those who had chosen to move from The Cape to the undersea Gotham. There was a particular dōjō he had been frequenting as of late, having the requirement to maintain his own abilities and being too lazy to find an apartment with a room large enough for the equipment. 

 

Of course, this came at a cost, but most of those in East Asia tended to look the other way so long as there was a financial transfer, even with those who had... unique abilities as he did, so long as he paid for any potential damages the owner did not really care what happened so long as Mogar didn't bring the building down.

 

The owner, an old man, was standing upon the patio outside, listening to the rain, It was 4am when Mogar and Antasija finally showed up, the idea coming to Mogar after an evening celebrating Antasija's return, it had been a few days so she had been much easier on the alcohol intake than him, it was going to be an interesting night.

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The dojo was expansive, originally for sword fighting, the owner had since given up the practice, and now it was filled with equipment for nearly any type of combat training. Mogar gestured around the large room, "Not bad, eh? I figured we should keep up on our abilities even while we're off playing house in Tokyo, though I also didn't expect you to be gone for so damn long either."
 
 "That's ok, neither did I really." she said, rolling her eyes at the thought of what had happened to her, "But I must say, a dojo just for the two of us is a little bit excessive. I've always wanted to be a feudal lady but this isn't the country I had in mind."
 
 "China had better castles anyway." thinking of being surrounded by gold everything. "We both have abilities that would not be easily explained away, the old man doesn't really care about what I do so long as I keep him paid." he said as he threw his slate grey suit jacket off to the side, the shirt coming off with it, stripping down to just shorts. "Let's check your skills doll." he said confidently, bouncing around on his feet, hands up.
 
Antasija wasn't really skilled in any Eastern martial art, she'd never bothered to learn since she didn't really need it, but she'd taken to a different style while she was hanging around in heaven and believed she'd gotten quite good at it. She touched a fist to her chest and took a wide stance.  Putting a hand up to touch fists, Mogar takes a step back and then quickly swings with a left hook, though not as gracefully as he planned the movement in his head.
 
Antasija immediately spins away and jumps, extending a leg out to try and catch her lover on the back of the head with her foot, landing gracefully to his left when the maneuver was finished. Not expecting a kick he tilted his head, deflecting with his forearm, staggering to the side and using the momentum to swing his own leg at her feet as she tried to land, "Learned some new tricks?" Caught on the ankle by his kick she turned the land into a roll and popped back up at the end of it, "It was really boring up there." she explained with a shrug, "If you gave me a cane it would be even better."
 
 Though he'd probably regret it, he walked over and grabbed one of the sticks to practice kendo with, tossing it to her, grabbing one for himself and twirling it in his right hand, snapping it back to rest along his arm, "Well I'm glad at least one of us did something for the past few months." he said sarcastically, taking a defensive posture, not sure what would come next. "A bit longer than your standard cane." she says, hefting it in one hand, "But it'll do." she swings it at his head, still one handed, but keeping a cautious distance. The wood slipped through his hand, bringing it up to knock hers away, replying with a swing of his own from above, diagonally across her, "Well," he grunted, "it's as close as we're going to get unless you want me to steal one from the old man."
 
 She swings hers around, using the momentum from his block to twirl hers around and parry his blow, swinging the other end at his chest, her other hand propelling it to its destination without gripping the pole. She was far quicker than him now, he took the shot hard, knocking the wind out of him, he lay on the mats for a moment, getting back up with a smirk and rubbing his chest, "I guess I needed the practice more than you." he said bashfully, leaning down to pick up his stick once more, raising it to meet hers as they paced in a circle around each other.
 
 She holds the pole out like a rapier, with her hand approximately 1/3 up the shaft of it in order to maintain proper balance while still being an effective swinging weapon and being more in line with what she was used to, "I've had little else to do but play dress up." He ran the end of the pole along her side, "And I missed that? How dreadful." getting back into a ready postion, thig time swinging far more aggressively at her, not wanting to be knocked down a second time.
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