Log: Amanda and Bishop

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The Danger Gym gets use. Bishop gets punched in the throat as reward for being gentle with Amanda.

"Why is it that you picked me out of everyone else, anyway?" Bishop sat on a bench, wrapping his hands like boxers do to prevent themselves from breaking their own knuckles. "It's my understanding that most of the figureheads at work are notoriously good fighters. I figured you'd be more comfortable with any one of them." Once he was prepared he got on some sparring gloves, otherwise just wearing a usual tank top and shorts for a work-out.

Amanda flashed him a quick grin as she did the same, wrapping her own hands. She liked being able to use a keyboard after a session. "See, that's the thing, isn't it?" she replied, stretching out her neck and shoulders as she stood, pony tail bobbing. "'S not about being comfortable, it's about pushing things. The Trenchcoats, they've all got different styles, but after a while, you start being able to at least read some of what they do. Training with different people keeps me on my toes." She took up a position opposite him, bouncing a little on her sneakered feet. Like Bishop, she was wearing a tanktop (this one black with an anarchy symbol in the center of the chest) and a pair of yoga pants, but the difference in height between the diminutive witch and the large former policeman was almost ludicrous. "I promise not to hurt you," she added, winking at him.

"I honestly don't think you have the means to. All you energy throwers forget that." Bishop laughed a bit. He stood like a boxer does except with his front foot turned in; it appeared odd to anyone who had never seen it before. "I was a pretty good boxer and wrestler too..." He pondered for a moment "You know I bench press a lot more then your weight too." He grinned back to her, all true but also a game to make her nervous, in case being huge wasn't enough.

"Ah, but you keep forgetting, I don't throw energy. Well, not exactly." Amanda had already decided there would be powers on for this one, if only to avoid being flattened in the first five minutes. "And you know what they say about the bigger they are, right?" She might have been mouthing off a bit more than she usually did sparring with Remy or Pete, but there was an element of nerves involved. Bishop was a very large, very muscular man. Oh, for a camera to make the mansion bints foam at the mouth, she thought to herself as she raised her hands. Her own stance was relatively standard, her weight distributed evenly on both feet to avoid being swept. Remy liked to sweep.

"I actually learned something about that once... I think." The talking was just a distraction. Bishop used a trick he had picked up from a life like his. People that didn't know how to fight did things that everyone knew didn't work. What was dangerous was when a person did know how to fight and how those imitated things actually did work; Bishop was one of the latter. He rushed right at her, most people would side step from some sort of expected tackle, what almost never happened was someone protecting their hips, which is (as it happens) the center of a person's gravity. A strong hip check would send someone stumbling and a foot in the right place to catch their ankle would guarantee a fall. If she was going to suggest he'd fall hard then he'd be best served doing it right on top of her.

Amanda side-stepped, as expected and Bishop's hip check knocked her off blance. But as his foot snaked around hers, she grabbed a handful of his tank top and pulled him forward as she fell backwards. Her free hand slapped the floor and her shielding spell popped into existence around her but didn't include Bishop. The intention was to bounce him off the shield and across the room - a trick she'd been working on with Angelo.

Bishop was a little too large to end up on the other side of the room, though the shield did stop him. He ended up nearby on the floor for a moment before quickly getting to his feet and looking down at Amanda. "That's an interesting little defense as long as you don't plan to engage anyone." He laughed a bit and smirked, he'd just have to wait for counter strikes, apparently.

Rolling to her feet, shield still up, Amanda poked her tongue out at him. "With my size, engaging is something I try to avoid unless that's the point of the job. And then I try to be as sneaky as I can - saves on trips to Emma's doctor friends." Then, without warning, she shoved her hands forward, expanding the spell outwards in front of her and directly at Bishop.

As she projected her energy Bishop darted in, directly through the shield; there was something about projected energy that he resisted and he knew it. She seemed to be dependent on gestures, leading him to slide around behind her real quick. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms. He could easily out muscle her and if she couldn't do any of her abilities without gestures then he'd win their sparring session without worrying about hurting her.

"Bollocks," Amanda muttered, realising his energy absorption included magical energy too - her shield wasn't doing too much of holding him back when he was doing his thing. And if he grabbed her, this was going to be over really quickly. Dropping the useless spell, she dove forward out of reach, rolling to her feet as Doug had taught her. There was a weapons rack on the wall where the various staffs were kept - she grabbed one of the shorter sticks, one about the same length as the wytch Charlie had given her - she'd been practicing with it to give her a few more options. Like actual reach.

In response to her grabbing a weapon Bishop immediately fired a blast from his hand at it. Part of his training was deescalation of force. If she picked up a weapon to he would have to respond more powerfully and he was already trying to be careful with the slight woman to begin with. He rushed immediately after the blast as well, contingency incase it didn't disarm her; or his next step if it did.

Amanda had barely enough time to dodge out of the way, slipping behind him as he rushed her. Her hand stung slightly from the shock of the blast, but she ignored it to land a one-two punch combination to his kidneys. She didn't have a lot of hope he'd feel much, but at least she'd landed a hit.

Her punches were in the right location but she was right in her fear the Bishop was just too big. He turned to grab; he didn't really want to hit Amanda and that itself hindered him quite a bit. He had decided to just stock on any energy she'd use as much as possible until he could press himself beyond the normal person's potential. Once he was faster then she could deal with he'd just wrap her up to disable her.

"Shite." He'd managed to snag her arm, which meant she was in big trouble - Bishop was just too big for her to handle. With her free hand she clicked her fingers, summoning the werelight and sending it zooming straight at Bishop's face in erratic circles. George wouldn't hurt, but it might buy her some time to get some distance again.

After police training with mace, Bishop found the light to be a nuisance but nothing that would prevent him from fighting as well as he had been trained to. He tried to keep his hold, though he had to be careful with it. It was always more difficult, he found, to wrestle someone who just wanted to get away instead of someone who wanted to fight back. Being slender (like Amanda was) made it that much more difficult. He moved for the pin, wanting to get her down and show he won before they got too much more riled up.

Uh-oh. Last chance, then. Stomping down at his foot, Amanda half-turned and thrust upwards with the heel of her free hand, aiming (but hopefully not connecting!) at Bishop's nose. Well, that was the idea - given the foot height difference, she found herself aiming at his throat instead, and turned the strike into a jab.

The punch to Bishop's throat made him cough immediately, he shook a bit but kept his grip tight. "That... was just fucked up." He choked out between trying to catch his breath, looking down at the trapped blond.

"Do whatever it takes?" she offered, with a slightly apologetic grin.

Bishop shook his head and, taking it they were done, released her. He rubbed his throat for a moment. "Is that how it's going to be from now on?" He laughed just a little, which was all he could get out at the moment. "Because that would get dangerous for both of us."

"Um, probably not. But I'd appreciate any help you can give me on taking down giant people like you?" Amanda replied, hopefully.


"You got it, we'll make a routine out of it." He nodded in acceptance to the offer.