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Who: Reno, OTA
Where: Training gym
When: Grasshopper day thirty
What: Reno isn't so much training as taking his anger out on the training equipment.
Warnings: Lots of cursing and violence towards training equipment. Aggression towards anyone interrupting quite likely.

Today Reno didn't head for his usual perch atop one of the climbing sets where he liked to lounge and watch the people below him. Instead the redhead went straight for a training dummy and moved it into an area with less traffic at the moment. He was up oddly early for someone as lazy as him and it looked a little like he might not have slept much the night before. So the carriage was a little less crowded than when he usually came in. For now.

That was fine by him. He wasn't here for the company. He was here to beat the shit out of the practice dummy.

Reno "fought" the rooted enemy with all his usual flashy tricks. He darted around it with amazing speed and agility. As he dashed and attacked bursts of blue-white lightning flashed around him in all directions. It didn't matter how he attacked or what he used--whether he bashed the dummy with his baton or punched it with a combo or kicked it from the air--there was a constant stream of electricity that flowed around him that enhanced his attacks. It made the carriage begin to smell of ozone as he kept up the barrage for minutes, an hour, longer. He was sweating and breathing heavily but he barely took a second away from dashing around his fake opponent and attacking it with abandon.

At least the constant lightning kept most of the other passengers away if they were smart. Reno preferred it that way. He wasn't in the mood to talk about it. He just wanted to keep at it till he couldn't lift his arms anymore or stand on his feet without wobbling. Until he couldn't think about anything at all.

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After Reno had been going at it for over an hour, Glorfindel finally stepped in and handed him a water bottle full of a green fluid. "Drink. You're making everyone else dehydrated just looking at you," he said.

He didn't seem bothered by the lightning, thank you.

Glorfindel probably got zapped a time or two before Reno noticed the elf had approached him. Then the electricity turned off but Reno hit the dummy a few more times before he finally backed off. It didn't seem like Glor was going to leave him be.

He registered the words late. He stared at the elf for a silent moment instead. It seemed he was thinking about his reaction before he made it. He teetered between snarling and attacking before finally settling on an annoyed huff and swiping the bottle from Glor's hand.

The redhead started to unscrew the cap when he noticed the color. It looked unappealing. "Please tell me this is a work out drink, not an energy supplement," he growled with irritation before taking the barest of sips and waiting for the taste to hit. What, he had standards, low as they were.

"You seem to have plenty of energy," Glorfindel assured him. "It's just to keep you hydrated." It was a special elf blend, so, surprise, it actually tasted decent.

He looked at the scorch marks on the dummy. There were few places left where the original color was visible. "Not working on your aim, today, I see."

He thought it would be some sort of electrolyte replenishing drink but was surprised it had a more natural taste to it. Whatever it was it wasn't something he was used to. He sipped at it cautiously instead of gulping down a few chugs. Least it was a liquid.

Despite his caution in drinking he still wiped his mouth with the back of his hand when he was done and before he replied. Perhaps just a two second gesture to give him time to retaliate. "It's not really needed when I can hit everything at once."

That wasn't true. He did aim his attacks. It just didn't matter where the lightning struck in the meantime. His physical blows were usually precise but Glor had a point today; Reno wasn't so much practicing as blowing off steam. That meant he was hitting anything and everything in his line of sight without rhyme or reason.

From the lack of his usual precision, Glorfindel guessed that something was bothering Reno today. More than the usual bother, that was.

"It's not putting up much of a fight. Do you need a sparring partner?" Glorfindel asked.

Reno swung his baton around in an idle circle as he considered Glorfindel's offer. It's not that he didn't want to beat the shit out of someone right about now but he probably didn't need the extra attention on him right now from beating the shit out of someone.

No, he didn't really give a fuck if he hurt the elf. Why would he even consider that a downside. It's not like he cared or anything.

"You sure you feel like taking a beating, Goldilocks?" he goaded with a nasty sneer. When in doubt: revert to complete asshole mode.

Glorfindel tilted his head to one side and made a 'come to me' gesture with one hand, smiling slightly, as his only response.

He was probably the safest person on the Train for Reno to fight just then.

He was going to ask if weapons were allowed or not, but figured he'd find out quick enough if Reno used one.

Reno already had his own weapon out and ready for more, he saw no reason not to continue using it. Glor was the one that had invited himself over even while the electricity crackled. The elf could deal with the consequences of getting between the Turk and his target.

The redhead dashed forward with a lick of blue lightning surrounding him. The baton came up and then down with as much force as the Turk had been using on the training dummy. More lightning crackled as he swung the weapon, and without hesitation or slowing down whether he hit or missed, he followed up with another strike and another, and ended with a side kick.

Over the millenia, Glorfindel had raised generations of Dunedain. More than a few came to him with a chip on their shoulder. So he's been here before.

Not with a lightning rod, mind you. That did sting a little, but Glorfindel healed just as fast.

Dodge, block, dodge. The lightning might tickle, but none of the blows landed, not with the way Reno was telegraphing. Glorfindel caught the kick with a slight smile. "That the best you've got?" he asked the Turk. He pushed the foot away from him as he let go.

Reno stumbled back with a backflip to correct his balance and give him some distance. He glared daggers at Glorfindel. If that was the way the elf wanted to play...

A green glow surrounded Reno briefly as he used magic. The glyphs appeared in the air and a second later Carbuncle appeared. He ordered the fae to cast a Haste spell on him. Reno bounced in place and rolled his head from one shoulder to the other.

"You wanna play? Let's dance, asshole."

If anyone thought Reno was quick before then they were in for a nasty surprise at how much worse he was with a Haste spell on top of his natural speed and the quickness of lightning at his fingertips. He went back in with a dash past Glorfindel, lighting licking around him, and then turned quickly to follow up with a more lengthy attack.

Glorfindel waved at Carbuncle and smiled at the little fellow. When he cast Haste on Reno, Glorfindel laughed. "All right! Now I can stop holding back!"

When Reno went to hit him with the lightning, Glorfindel flared brighter and took the energy into himself, then responded. Not dodging the next attack, but blocking it, blow for blow. "Not bad...for a human," Glorfindel said with a grin. He made a beckoning motion again. "Come on now, I was promised a dance."

Glorfindel's hair was moving slightly independently of his motion, and his glow was a deeper gold. Reno referred to Carbuncle as fae, but the look on Glorfindel's face could also be called that. He looked like a wild First Age Elf who finally got to let loose.

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But...it's his favorite train wreck!

can't take his eyes off, eh?

He gives it about a 6/10 on the Reno scale.

Hah.

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