The Monkey King's School of the Mystical Arts

[Mikhail]

Mik padded out in his bare feet. The wood floor was nice and cool, though the padded mats not so much. Jedi Master Lih was decked out in his gi. Guy looked good in it, that was for sure. It wasn't a show off your body kinda outfit, but Mik could see the man was fit. Had that tall upper and lower triangle build, points meeting at the middle of his torso.

A hint of a smile ghosted his mouth. He remembered the scar. Not much, if any padding, there. He thought he heard the tinkle of a laugh. Was the Lady tempting him? If so, it was a nice piece of....bait dangling on the hook.

Haha! What a tool he was. He wasn't getting any vibes. She was just playing with him.

He sat and followed Li's lead. See what I did there?, he thought to her. Yoga and pilots (was that what is was called?) or zen med werent anything he'd ever done. It was surprising how....challenging some of it was.

A light sheen of sweat had broken out on his forehead and neck. But his muscles in arms and legs felt all nice and loosey goosey, almost rubbery as he stood shaking them out.

Mik raises an eyebrow, considering Li's words. "You want I should street fight you?" He shrugged, smile on his lips. "Alright, Jedi Master" looking back at the door in a fake out. In a heartbeat, he had swept out at the legs of the guy. Hey, he wanted a fight. And weren't no rules in street fighting, that was for damn sure.