Private Finished A Friendly Bout

With a light shuffle jog, Alby made his way over to the familiar face he’d met earlier. He was wearing a basic pair of black gym shorts and a blue gym shirt with a darker blue sweater over top, as well as a basic black gym bag wrapped around one arm.

He slowed down when he finally got close, coming to a stop next to Wynne. “Hello again.” He smiled with his teeth and waved. “How’s it going Wynne? You all prepped and ready to go?” He took a water bottle out of his bag and took a quick drink.

Alby chuckled. "No, no, you show me everything you're capable of. I wanna see what you can do." Alby wasn't exactly saying that because he thought he could take it, he was totally aware of just how strong some of the island's residents were and he knew quite well that the chance he could actually take on any given person was quite slim. At least not without the tricks in his backpack and a firm grasp on the other person's species and it's shortcomings.

Though, perhaps it would be best to at least make sure Wynne knew he was human... "I suppose I should still mention that I'm human though, I've got powers but if you set me on fire or something crazy, I might burn up a little. Just keep that in mind and we're good to go." He put his fist into the other hand's palm. "Alright!" He put his water bottle back into his bag and threw it to the side, then he cracked his knuckles and smirked. "Ready when you are."

Alby hadn’t actually ever really fought anything. Most of what he knew about fighting came from gym classes back on Earth. Yeah, this was likely going to go poorly and from the sound of things he wasn’t even going to get a sick light show out of it. Not unless he actually proved he could take it. It wasn’t going to be a easy thing to prove, might even be impossible, but for what it was worth he was going to take it very seriously now. “You got it.”

He put his arms up defensively and started walking over. The only things he really knew how to do were block, punch, kick and naturally the roundhouse kick. Knowing what he did, he didn’t really want to strike first though. Mostly out of fear that he’d kick, Wynne would dodge and grab his foot, then slam him down into the ground right off the bat. So he simply approached until they were close then held the defensive hoping Wynne would move first.

Alby put up one arm to block while the other one lowered simply out of reflex. He managed to block both of the initial jabs, it still hurt more than he expected, but it was probably much better than if he'd just taken it. And that third punch was enough to prove that fact as it connected right in the side of his chest where his other arm had lowered.

Alby never showed much of a sign that the punch had hurt aside from biting his lip, but he did in fact feel it. "Nice move." He backed up and smiled, then raised his arms once again. Regardless of how much this would be an uphill fight, he didn't really have any plans of quitting. Instead he rushed forward, taking the offensive this time.

"I'm gonna try it out." He mimicked Wynne's actions from earlier, giving two rather weak jabs with his right arm and then raising his left one. But rather than finishing the maneuver by punching with his other arm as Wynne did, he made a sudden switch to using his right arm again, putting everything he had into that last swing right at the side of Wynne's chest. The form of his punches wasn't all that great, but it was still an honest effort.

Ow that hurt. He knew punching something wasn’t supposed to be painless, but that third punch was not a fun time for his knuckles.

All in all, that didn’t work, but that was kind of to be expected. It seemed Wynne even thought he was holding back with his jabs when the intention was just to try and get him to underestimate the third by throwing weak useless ones at first. On the bright side, Wynne didn’t just grab his arm when he punched and slam him into the ground. Although there was a good chance he probably could’ve if he really wanted to.

“Right handed.” He smiled. Even if he wasn’t able to give Wynne a challenge, he was at least learning a lot of good tips. “Gotcha!”

“Alright, round 2.” He held his arms up in a defensive pose again. This time he’d focus less on trying to actually land a hit and more on his own form. He would get near to Wynne before finally jabbing twice with his left arm and then putting his body into a final swing with his right. He continued aiming for the chest, but he expected to be landing hits on his arms.