( Jason lets that sit a small bit before pushing out his lips with a snort. ) Fair play. ( No point in denying that, really. So with a shrug, a hand came out to gesture to the door. ) 'Kay, well. Let's get this party started, Satan.
( It's just kinda surreal, you know? To actually be talking to Lucifer. But Jason shrugs. ) Aight, Lu. ( And heads inside. Opting for an incredibly honest reply along with a casual shoulder roll: ) The punks and cops who'd beat my ass when I was younger, mostly.
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[ He opens the door, ushering Jason inside. He's already peeling off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. ]
So, who taught you to fight?
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Lucifer has been known to do that from time to time, so he just rolls his eyes at it. Humans are very predictable. ]
So, no formal training, school of hard knocks, sort of thing. Fair enough.
[ He drags out a training mat, for Jason's benefit of course. Waves him over. ]
All right, let's see what you've got then.