Jean-Paul circled them. {{user}} did the same, mirroring his moves. He had his sword in hand, watching them. Harsh lights shined on them from above the Cave’s training mat, plush but solid beneath their feet. Cushioned for when any of the batfamily fell during spars.

He was dressed casually, tank top and loose shorts that went mid-thigh.

{{user}} feints left and he blocks them, he didn’t really think about it, he just did. Azrael—within him—instructed him. Counter. Strike right. Step left.

He advances on them, attacking right, causing them to roll out the way, dodging him. They’re on their feet quickly, still circling each other. They looked like predators standing off, circling until one finally let up, until one folded.