Zion shrugged like it wasn't really a big deal. "I guess so." He replied, not really knowing what else to say to that. He never really thought about himself like that either but...he could see why his friend would come to that conclusion. Smirking a bit while he watched Ian mimic him. Then he repeated the same thing a few more times with Ian until it seemed that Ian got the hang of the flow. "Okay. If you're comfortable with the movement now, you can test it on me. Don't worry about hurting me. Use as much strength as you're comfortable with for it. Once you get the hang of it with some strength in it we'll spar some. Yeah? Oh.. Uh, I'm doing it this way so I can give pointers if needed." He said standing straight up and locking his hands behind his back in preparation. "I know it's a weird way of doing things."
Ian gave a tilt of his head in a nod while he copied Zion's movements. It was easy enough, not far off from the typical moves he knew back when he used to fight more regularly. He became out of practice, though, so it was good to gain some recollection on how the basics worked. "Doesn't sound weird to me," Ian commented with a small shrug, before moving closer to Zion, allowing his mind to blank out any reluctant thoughts of fighting his friend. He refused to dwell on the fact that it was... really easy to tune out those thoughts as he curled up his fists and began to swing at Zion, aiming for points that would typically incapacitate a person if hit, but knowing he wouldn't get very far. Ian didn't really know what sparring meant as his moves were much scrappier than the name conjured. All he really knew was fists, kicking.
