[PRP] PUT 'EM UP (Enzo + Helmut)

[Bilious]

He could feel it. He was getting better, he KNEW he was getting better. Alright, he had been slacking most of the school year, but the past few weeks he had been going crazy with spars.

No more ghouls were going to know HIS teeth out, that was for sure. He dodged around the boxing dummy. He had practically been living in the gym, but ultimately it was worth it, he felt.  

[Enoh Love]

Helmut didn't mean to be in the gym, at least not really. She had thought about it a few times, but decided that training was a waste of energy; energy that could be put to better use, say, eating.

But there she was, standing in the gym, holding a half eaten fried carrion wing to her gnawing teeth, watching through the eye socket of her skull helmet as a Reaper boil darted around a weird looking post. Today seemed to be a good day for her, since she spoke up with little hesitance.

"Whattcha doin? Is that fun?"  

[Bilious]

The reaper glanced up sharply, startled from his dance-step like moves around the dummy, fists raised- "Who'd like ta' know!" He spat back instinctively. At the sight of the other student, though, his eyebrows raised.

The kid was shrimpy, that disconnected gaze, the sloppy outfit- he was perfect. "Heeeey, there, buddy! Just doin' a bit of trainin', y'know, sharpening my skills. Could definitely use a hand if you aint busy..."

A thrum of deep notes like a curious if musical growl bubbled up from beside the doorway as The Boss appeared, flanked in a few hungry looking rodents all eyeballing the delectable smelling food in her hand.  

[Enoh Love]

His defensive cry startled her, and it showed on her face. Her gaze shifted towards the exit, trying to determine if she could flee before he caught her. "U-um! I...um." Help? Oh, he wanted her to help? She could do that! It was better than running!

Before she could really answer, Helmut saw the rodents and, knowing rodents, was quick to finish off the actual food on the bone - including the cartilage - before tossing it away. She wasn't about to lose her food to rodents! After that she considered the boil's offer, wiping her mouth off on her tattered sleeve. Then, slowly, she took a tiny step forward, and then a second, carefully inching her way closer as if unsure it was okay to do so.

"How do I help? What do I gotta do?"  

[Bilious]

"C'mon, c'mon, bub! Just stand right there," Enzo crossed toward her, slapping a hand onto her slender shoulder before guiding her to the square open mats reserved for sparring. "Right. What's your name, kid?" She probably wasn't that different in age from him, but he kept a lofty attitude all the same. "Fists up!" He illustrated the movement.  

[Enoh Love]

Helmut let out a little yelp as his hand slapped her shoulder, but she dutifully went to stand where she was told.

"H-Helmut?" She offered shakily, holding up her fists as he told her to. "Like this?" So incredibly caught off guard she even forgot to introduce herself properly, in the way her Mother and Father had caught and trained her.
 

[Bilious]

"Right, right! Now take yer best shot!" He bounced back and forward across from her, waggling his own fists at the ready.  

[Enoh Love]

Helmut did as she was told and tried to punch him with everything she had.

Damage: 2
HP: 30/30  

[Bilious]

Enzo shook his head, the sting of the blow passing quickly. "C'mon, you can do better than that!"

HP: 28/30
Damage: MISS  

[Enoh Love]

She didn't think she could, but hey, if he insisted...! The ghoul took up the same stance he had helped her into earlier, and tried taking another swing.

"L-like this?!"


Damage: MISS
HP: 30/30  

[Bilious]

"This is never going to work if you don't take it seriously," Enzo huffed, lowering his fists.

HP: 28/30
Damage: Miss  

[Enoh Love]

"B-but I'm trying!" Helmut insisted, looking unhappily at her fists. Well, if attacking with her fists wasn't working, then maybe...

The ghoul shifted her stance and tried to tackle him.

Damage: 0
HP: 30/30  

[Bilious]

"You're going to have to actually HIT me for this to work." Enzo was growing exasperated, lowering his fists.

HP: 28
Damage: :T

Enoh Love

 

[Enoh Love]

Helmut gave a whine of distress, ears lowering unhappily the more she realized that she was disappointing him. She was trying, honest! Actual fighting was different than play fighting, apparently. Grappling was easy, punching was not.

But she tried again, because she really wanted to do it right, and gave a low keen as she felt herself hit...something. Maybe it would help if she kept her eyes open while she punched.


Damage: 2
HP: 30/30

Bilious