Working up a Sweat [Samantha, Vanyel]

Vanyel knew his body wasn't going to be back to normal if he didn't work for it. So, he found himself in the wastelands of Asia, duking it out with Hollows. It wasn't exactly the most pleasant place to get a workout in, but, when your capabilities were well beyond the normal world, it wasn't like you had a whole lot of options. He'd left his motorcycle a decent distance away to make sure that nothing happened to it, but still keeping it somewhat in eyesight.

As a Hollow approached him, Vanyel kept his stance ready, taking careful steps backward to avoid it surging forward and smashing into the ground in front of him. As it was trying to dig its claws out, he leapt forward, striking at the Hollow with a sudden kick to the head, sending it down and skidding backward. He didn't waste time as he landed, he kicked forward to keep his momentum going, pushing him toward where it had landed and slamming his fist into the mask.

Without much issue, it cracked and shattered, with the Hollow itself disintegrating in short order. As the noise died down, Vanyel took in a deep breath, before breathing a sigh of relief. He could sense more Hollows in the distance, but he could at least take a quick breather before heading off. So, he made his way back to his bike, letting the helmet rest on the end of the handlebars.

He grabbed a bottle of water from the storage compartment under the seat, before sitting down and taking a drink. He could sense someone in the distance -- didn't seem like a Hollow, so, maybe there was someone else coming out to train and take advantage of the increase in undead populace.

He felt the spiritual presence coming closer, and from what he could hear, she was on a bike too. He peered through his sunglasses, seeing the vehicle come into view. As she started to jog up to him and call out, Vanyel put the cap on the water, setting it on his lap. She didn't real stand out too much, but, given that she asked about the Hollow that was there, it wasn't hard to assume that she was there for it.

"Yeah, there was one here, but, I killed it."

He slipped off the seat of his motorcycle, letting the water bottle drop in, taking a long-sleeved jacket out from the storage, unravelling it and sliding his arms through. Like her, he took a brief respite to scan the area with his Reikaku, making sure that it was okay for him to take a rest in the first place.

"Guessin' you sensed it and wanted to take care of it?"

Thankfully, any more Hollows were far from a problem at the moment, so, he didn't feel too bothered in taking a break. He looked to her, noting the rather, well, notable accent and somewhat flimsy Japanese. But, at least she knew some of it.

If she wasn't from around here, might as well try and accommodate -- so, he switched to English as he spoke, forgetting how easily he had fallen into the habit of just speaking Japanese when he was in Japan, China in Japan, and so on.

"If it's easier to speak English, I can do that. I know Japanese, Mandarin, English, and a little bit of Norwegian."

He took a moment to stretch and look around. Local wouldn't really be the word he'd use to describe himself, but, if she wanted to get a workout in, he was certainly someone applicable for that.

"Not a local, per say, but I've been visitin' this place more and more to fight Hollows. Tryin' to get back into shape after some, uh...experiences. If ya want a sparrin' partner, I can go a round or two. Probably would be better practice than on a bunch of brainless Hollows that don't really know how to fight, hm?"

He leaned against his bike, a hand reaching to the hem of his jacket to take it off, if need be. Would be good for him to get more practice in too, especially with him trying to recovery.

Vanyel shrugged as she commented on the language shift and Hollows. It wasn't really about the quality of her Japanese. She wasn't from around here, the accent gave enough away, so, he figured that it was better to just speak English. His eyes went to the sidearm at her waist -- was she some kinda cop? As she set the weapon on her bike, Vanyel took a few steps away from his bike, rolling his shoulder a bit.

"You're the one who said you were hopin' to get a workout in with the Hollows, so, I figure I may as well offer. Besides, it's somethin' that helps me with my recovery, too, so it's a win-win."

Cracking his knuckles and stretching, he left his jacket on. He had left his weapons in the storage compartment anyhow, save for the one around his hand under his gloves. Taking some more steps away from his bike, he turned to face her, taking a simple, unassuming stance. He kept his back foot prepared to move, his arm prepared to strike, block, or retaliate.

"Nah. Already spent enough time doin' that. Besides, it'll do me some good to push myself. There's only so much that gym equipment can do for the supernatural."

He broke his stance, slipping his hands into pockets as he shrugged, turning to put a bit more distance between their vehicles. He could understand not wanting to get knocked into her own mode of transportation -- especially since, well, there were barely any tows as far out here in basically the boonies.

"Huh. Guess I'm jumpin' the gun a bit. Been a bit too eager to get back to normal. Sorry if that bothers ya."

As the two made their way away from the vehicles, he made sure to keep his bike in something close to eyesight, just to make sure that he could make his way back to it. Where she was from had a lot of supernatural humans, huh? That felt weird to hear. Then again, demons had occupied the world for so many years, he shouldn't have been too surprised.

"Nah, just a good ol' human. Not a Quincy, Substitute, none o' that. Far as demographics go, it's...hard to really say. Hollows had a surge on another continent, but, you probably saw the news about that. There's a lot of people that aren't spiritually sensitive. Doesn't seem to be too many people that are like me or you."