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Each match sent his mind back to a private school’s play yard. The pushing, the shoving, the fists he could not dodge, nor legs that could move quick enough to escape. Now the tables were turned, it wouldn’t be him laying on the ground broken. Except the man in his grasp wasn’t a bully, but an ally on the streets. The physical struggles did nothing to shake his mind, but the hoarse call of his name slithered in. His arm went slack, suddenly free Ed from his grasp that was far more serious than sparring. Dark eyes blinked finally from their hardened gaze, landing on the blond’s to gauge his injury. 

“I am, I am! Just catching me breath.” His partner quickly assures him, raising his cloth-wrapped fists again and shifting his weight onto his toes. In all honesty, Ed probably wasn’t taking this practice session as seriously as he should have. It was more like a game to him than a sparring match with a man who had a history of violence. He watches he other man with a playful smirk, bouncing in place and waiting a few moments before he throws a punch forward.

The blond looked the part, but certainly wasn’t acting it -- that was until the fist started towards his face. With the actual fight coming up in a little bit, having a busted nose wasn’t something he was looking forward to. To be fair, it was an obvious target. He dodged the punch, deciding to go on the offense. Lengthy arm reached around his sparring partner’s neck, stepping to close the distance between his front and Ed’s back. The headlock was tightened as his jaw clenched, dark eyes glazing over. There was something about feeling another human being struggle against your strength that the bird enjoyed far more than he should. 

Crime themed starter sentences

He grins, satisfied with his own pun and the reaction it got out of his companion. “Walking it is, then–as long as you think can  keep up.” Edwin plucks his sunglasses off his shirt collar where  they hung and slips them on before heading out . Of course, he wasn’t actually worried about Oz keeping up. With legs  that long, he could easily stay alongside  Ed, injury or not. 

“Chill out, yeah? Not gonna pick your pocket.” He laughs again and stands from his seat, folding his arms behind his head and stretching. Oz really had every right to be nervous about getting his wallet snagged. Ed had a habit of lying and just because he said he wouldn’t do something didn’t make it true.  “You up for a walk or should we get a cab?”