Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20170711055926/@comment-26104528-20180518005250

"I...eh...one thing I should..." Cebeda stuttered as he tried to come up with an excuse while stroking his chin, fairly oblivious to the idea that maybe it was time for a shave.

"Hold up, you say The Tornado's got some literature? You wouldn't happen to have some articles you could send me would you?" in the time it took the actual Trigo to load another pair of shells into his weapons, Cebeda's tone dropped the unwarranted confidence like it was a bad habit. Instead, the wannabe threw his arm around Azzie/Edom's shoulder as if they had been best friends since the ankle-biting days.

"All I've got to train off of is shaky security cam footage and the occasional bodycam so if you could link me something on Eskrima stick techniques, I'll owe ya..."

Knowing he was without his jumpkit (or any of his gear), Ingraham did the next best thing which was brace his aura and loosen up as much as he could. With a mighty thud, Ingraham mentally shook the impact off the best he could as he rolled to the side and got right back up only to drop his stance when he found Bolton had completely forgotten about thier boxing match with Trigo now in the room.

"So Director Cardiffson, I see you've made it down here again. Here to harrass my students some more or do we have actual business?" He always considered Trigo a rival given the way the mobster would enter his classes unannounced and leave his lesson plans for the day in as bad of a shape as the students. Not to mention that more often than not, Trigo's reccomended approach to a combat situation was usually opposing or incompatible with Bolton's approach to that same combat situation. Of course, Bolton knew a skilled fighter when he saw one and anyone that could reliably and repeatedly do that had objectively earned the huntsman's respect.