Salamandastron: Caverns - Boxing Chamber -------------- Salamandastron --------------- This room obviously has a rather singular purpose, and that purpose is not hard to discern, if one was only to look around. There is only about ten or fifteen feets worth of space in which to walk, around the perimeter, and the reason for this is that the rest of the space in the room is taken up by a slightly elevated fighting ring. The platform is about two feet above the floor, and upon each corner of the square platform there is a wooden post. Encircling the ring in are lengths of rope extending from each post. The floor of the platform is somewhat giving, as it is in someway padded. So far as the perimeter of the room, chin-up bars attached to the walls are staggered with benches, from which creatures can watch the fights. ------------------------------------- Visible Exits: [C]averns THIS ROOM IS BROADCASTING

While most are on break after lunch, one doe has taken this time to practice a bit of her kicking. She perches up on the flat platform of the boxing ring, rounding around a stuffed dummy weighted heavily to the ground. Her eyes narrow as she concentrates, her ears slicking back just as she lets a powerful kick fly. Wimble hops up slightly, jabbing out with her long footpaws. The dummy gives way just a bit, swaying and bobby around on it's base. "Ah, tha'll teach yah, varment!" Wimble says with satisfaction, letting her stance fall in order to readjust the dummy.

What better place to work off those after-lunch pounds than the boxing chamber? :D Darklett does visit this place, but probably not for that exact reason. Seeing as it's already occupied by just Wimble, he grins, and half-walk-half-jogs into the chamber, stopping to watch Wimble deliver that heavy-hitting kick to the dummy. Hoo. That woulda hurt if it was a real beast.

Wimble rolls her shoulders, stepping back and dropping back into her kicking stance. She is just about to administer another blow when her ears perk and turn, pointing right at Dark. The doe's nose quivers slightly and she glances over her shoulder, finally spotting the other. Wimble turns and trots over, leaning up on the rope railing and grinning down at him. Her left ear bends at a right angle in a salute. "Hallo, Lieutenant Darklett. What honor do I owe f'your presence?"

Darklett nods to Wimble in greeting, his paws finding his pockets, his thumb still hanging on the outside. "Oh, just decided to come here. I have been more often; boxing's a great way to work on agility. And since my biggest curse in close combat has been moving just a -little- too slow, I'm looking to improve that." He nods towards the dummy. "Does it complain much?"

Wimble leans back and takes a few jabs in the air with her paws, jerking them in and out within a blink of an eye. "Ah yesh. Don' 'ave much trouble wid agility, y'know. But then gain, I am a runnah!" She bounces up and down on the balls of her feet, falling back into the same position against the rope rail again. Wimble glances back, returning her look to Dark with a wink and a smile. "Aw, he /was/ a righ complainer, y'know. Til I knocked mos of 'is teeth out. Why, y'looking for a match, Sah?" The doe asks with a huge smile, leaning over and fluttering her ears.

"Err." Dark stammers a little, as if seriously questioning that he -should- get in the ring with the... rather hyper doe. "I guess, that's what I came here for, right? Heh." He pulls off his uniform tunic to reveal a much thinner and easier moving undershirt, and starts climbing in the ring. Lifting up the dummy and depositing it off to the side, he backs up into a corner, and crosses his arms over his chest a few times, then grabs either ankle and pulls it back, stretching out his legs. "Any special rules you like?"

Wimble chuckles to herself and pulls up the ropes, allowing easy entry for the other. Hyper? Maybe not, but she does seem spirited! The doe back peddles back into the center of the ring, moving the dummy off to the side. She turns and rolls her shoulders, her feet thumping on the hollow stage. "Eh, depends on what y'want, Sah. Kickin', or jus' paw boxin'? Don' mattah t' me none." Wimble winks over at him. "If y'want ah full work out, I suggest th' kickin' sort."

Darklett smirks, watching the... Spirited doe almost hop around the ring. He thinks on this for a moment, then nods. "Then we'll allow kicking, too, I guess." He rolls around his neck and leans back, still warming up... but then he's finally rocking back and forth slowly on his footpaws, trotting towards the center of the ring and raising his fists. He's glad that Wimble's a little tall, so he doesn't have to crouch too much, but he starts circling the doe, holding up his guard and trotting around, keeping his eyes on his sparring partner.

Wimble catches the smirk, her ears flopping down almost immediately. "Eh yeah... those lemon pies were sugary, weren't they?" She mumbles, rubbing her shoulder and growing still as she waits for him to warm up. It doesn't take long for her embarrassment to rub away, and she's quickly falling into the circling dance, eyes locking in on the other. "Ladies firs', eh Sah?" Wimble says with a chuckle, bobbing forward. She jabs out a paw, but it's a fake, and quickly the doe is back into the circle stance, kicking out once with her left foot, right at the side of his left hip.

Darklett twitches his nose, leaning back and raising his forearms to block the jab, but as it was a fake, he lowers them, spotting the kick and swiftly moving a paw downward, his right forearm blocking the kick and his left paw shooting out, aiming for her upper chest, at the spot just below her neck, his previously blocking paw coming back up to guard his midsection.

Wimble tries to bob back, but with her foot having just got back to the ground, the balance proves difficult. Instead the doe bends her knees, letting the hit meant for the sensitive simple scrap at her neck. She toddles to the side, the scrap of a hit still sending her a bit off balance. Of course, the doe quickly takes this as an oppurtunity to send a fist at the lower section of his ribs, a few inches above the stomach.

Darklett spins to the side to keep his body square with Wimble, his paw retracting from the punch while his other moves to block... However, since she's punching for his opposite side, he's a little late, and takes the body blow full on, backing up to escape any followups. "Hm. Good shot."

Wimble straightens up, her paw tucking back to her side. For a split second she considers following the jab, but as he backs away she does the same, letting a bit of air rush into her lung. "Thank ya, Sah. Lemme paw it t'yah, y'bettah than mos' I fight." She brings her arms up, ready for the next move.

Darklett shrugs, still holding up his stance and bouncing back and forth. "Thanks, Wimble. You're really quick..." And, he closes in on her, not hiding at all that he's gonna make the first move this time. Once he's close enough, he bobs forward on his front footpaw, ducks down and throws a quick one-two at her abdomen, fists quickly coiling back to block strikes from above.

Wimble smiles slightly, though she is mostly concentrating on the fight. She stays on her toes, trying to ready herself. The doe anticipates an attack the the feet, and she is completely thrown off as he ducks and gets to square hits on her. The doe oofs and hobbles back, flipping up a quick kick at his ducking body. Wimble bends over slightly, tears springing to her eyes as the air is knocked out. "Nice." She says in a strained voice, smiling through the forced tears.

Darklett wasn't expecting those to hit at all, but he quickly backs up, helped along as the kick hits him in the chest. However light the impact, it has its effect, and the lieutenant steps backwards, bobbing back and forth, giving the doe time to catch her breath. After a while, he tilts his head at Wimble. "You alright?"

Wimble lowers her foot, her fingers wiggling down at her sides. She gulps down a few mouthfuls of air, sudden't becoming away of her watery eyes as he mentions something. "Wot?" She says, quickly dabbing a paw at her cheeks, clearing them of any moisture. "Nah nah, m'fine Sah! Jus' a good it, is all." The doe winks and finally falls away from her fight stance. "Still, I think yah got th best o' me." Wimble rubs tenderly at her stomach, shrugging. "Been boxin' f'a while?"

Darklett drops his own fight stance, and walks over to Wimble, extending his paw. "It was lucky, I assure you." He grins, and shrugs. "Off and on since I joined the patrol. I've had to get better at it recently since I've been working on my close combat skills-- Being an officer, didn't think it was excusable to not be among the finest in the patrol."

Wimble takes the paw, shaking it and laughing gently, her free paw going again the wipe under her eyes. "Yes yes, sure. Luck don' come much in boxin'. All about skill, y'know." She releases the paw and taps her own snout on the side. "Oh yes, mus' be all tip top shape, mustn't yah? Ah well, no matter. Yer righ' good... an' tha' aint no lie." The doe scoots to the side, slipping out and down off the boxing ring.

"Really didn't know I hit you that hard, heh." Darklett makes an excuse, watching her as she steps out of the ring. "Thanks for the sparring match, though. You'll probably get me next time." He goes to follow her out of the ring, 'cause hey-- no use standing in the ring with nobody as your partner. :P

Wimble brushes herself and fluffs the tuft of fur set between her ears. She smooths out her ears and keeps an eye on the other. "Oh no, wasn't tha' hard. Y'see, ol' Bob got me good before you cam round." She jams a thumb behind her at the dummy. "But very good all th same. An' I plan to, Sah, I plan to." The hare bobs towards the exit. "Well, th' sands outside are itchin' t'be run on, an' I gotta get my trainin' in." Wimble throws up a messy salute and heads out the door.

Darklett grins, giving a nod and a wave to Wimble as she salutes him and heads off. Looking around at the now-vacant chamber, he eyes Bob, heading over to him and giving a poke to the dummy's shoulder. "What was that? Oh, I'll show -you- a hay-stuffed bag!" He picks up the dummy and places it firmly on the middle of the ring, quickly assaulting it with quick bursts of punches and short kicks.