Kent stood by the anvil of his forge outside the mannor. His hammer fell upon a slab of metal lightly. It wouldn't take him too long to get something made, but at the moment, he had no task to work for. Simply hammering to keep his hands busy. "...maybe a nice sword? Or perhaps just a few nails. Those are simple enough, and always needed..." He was thinking outloud as he let his mind wander.

Hastur exited the manor, wearing his pants and what look to be several weights strapped to his arms, but no shirt. He walked until he stood out in the middle of the manor's lawn, his hands pressed together and his eyes closed. He then opened his eyes and began moving, going through his forms. He punched and kicked at nonexistent opponents, moving incredibly quickly for his size and for the weight on his arms.

Kent put the metal down, deciding it was probably best that he didn't waste more time like that. A few minutes passed before Kent exited the building, wearing his green tunic and his sword by his side. He was about to head towards the manor when he caught sight of Hastur in the yard, practicing his martial arts as it seemed. "Good as time as any to make ammends..." Kent approached the Giganto. "Hello, Hastur. Still unarmed combat, it seems?"

Hastur continues through his forms. "Yep. Didn't practice eight different martial arts over the span of sixteen years to not use 'em. It allows me to stay effective in a fight, while still being able to show restraint and not straight up murder a person." He moves into Muay Thai forms, practicing quick punches followed by elbow strikes.

"Sounds to me like you have an interesting definition of murder. The man was-" Kent thought back to the child's death. "Oh. That. I... see what you mean. Restraint is needed in some cases when there are bystanders."

"Correct. And in cases where there is a way to relieve an opponent who is being controlled by some other force. That way the opponent can go back to their wife and children." There is no malice in Hastur's voice. It is calm, almost monotone as it just relays facts. He moves to Hapkido, utilizing many powerful kicks that use more of the body's core than the leg muscles. "I understand you thought what you were doing was right. I don't blame you for what you did to the man. But, there was a way that wouldn't result in bloodshed, and you just threw that to the wayside."

Kent looked up at Hastur. "And what would you have me do if I could do it over again?" Kent asked. "I've trained to fight demons and those who seek their power. It is my duty to protect the innocent, and destroy those who would hurt them." Kent's voice trailed off a bit. "...Though, I failed in both of those parts, it would seem."

Hastur moved on to practicing Wing Chun, throwing several short, lightning-fast punches that seemed to all hit at the exact same place in space. As he moved, he performed low kicks, ending in positions that indicated the seamless blend of defensive and offensive moves. "I would have you try to just knock the man out, not kill him. Shield bash the legs or something. Anything would have been better than killing the man and letting the ghost escape. That's the difference. Demons usually die with their hosts, if what I've read is true. Spirits do not. I do not blame you for simply doing what you know. I just wish you would have taken the life of the man who was possessed against his will into account."

"I accept that fault of mine. I've been told by a few that my views are blind, but I believe in them. They are what I know, what I preach, what I live by, and what I act upon. A man cannot be blamed for his ignorance if there is the possibility of showing them the error of their ways." Kent shook his head. "I've seen the error of my ways then. While I will not reject my faith, I will act differently. You people know better than I do. I am not used to that."

Hastur finally gave a small smirk. "Eh, don't worry about it. There is always someone who knows better about something than you do. Always will be. Ya just gotta accept it and learn. Now..." He finished his forms and turned to Kent. "If you want to learn about ways that would be better for fighting without lethality, I'm willing to teach you. However, to determine what form might be best for you to focus on at first, we'd need to spar. Unarmed. What do ya say?"

Kent checked his sword to make sure it was secure before turning to Hastur and smiling. "Aye." Kent held up his fists firmly. His stance was strong enough, though it seemed more akin to fencing than boxing. He had been trained, yes, but not to the extent of Hastur. "Though, I'll shamefully admit, it's been a long time since I fought unarmed. At least... sober."

Hastur chuckled and nodded. "Fair enough. I can tell that you're trained a bit, and you seem to have a strong stance. Good start, if nothing else." He, himself, enters his usual Wing Chun stance, his right hand outstretched while his left hand is closer to his body. "Let's see what you can do. Come at me."

Kent was always known for fighting brutally and unorthidox, though, he realised as he was unarmed, a bit more finesse would be needed. "Looks like I'm improving." Kent's first thought was less of landing a hit, and more of seeing Hastur's first reaction. A quick uppercut to Hastur's chest was thrown. 'Oh, this is going to hurt...'

Hastur smirked and moves his left hand outwards, moving Kent's uppercut harmlessly out of the way as his right hand shoots out in a palm strike straight at Kent's chest, followed by another one, and another and another. The barrage of palm strikes shoots towards Kent's chest at lightning speed.

Kent was going to be feeling that one in the morning. But, if there's one thing that alchohol taught you, it's that you'll eventually get over a hangover. Hastur wasn't the only one with quick reflexes. After the first few strikes, Kent's instincts kicked in as he took a leap into the air, seemingly fueled by his pain. He landed on Hastur's wrist during his last strike, and with a quick turn of his body, moved to jump off Hastur's face with a swift kick.

Hastur took the kick, a surprised look on his face. He moves back one step, then reaches out to grab Kent's ankle as he jumps away, ready to throw him to the ground. 'That was unexpected. Less indicative of a brawler and more of an actual martial artist. I should be wary of this one.'

Kent felt his ankle grabbed, and immediately reached for his sword by reflex. Of course, as soon as he felt its hilt barely touch his hand, he remembered it was supposed to be unarmed. 'Oh-' Kent felt his entire body slammed against the ground. "Forsaken reflexes! Going to need to fix that later!" Kent got back up to his feet, and without even thinking, spun around in attempt to land a hard kick against Hastur's frame.

Hastur takes the kick to his torso, but doesn't move backwards from it. Instead, he attempts to catch it and twist, trying to force Kent to the ground and keep him there with the threat of damaging his ankle.

"One thing you need to learn about me, Hastur," Kent pushed against the ground for quick support as he twisted his body enough to land a kick with his free leg, turning in the air, "I do not like grapples. I find them incredibally annoying."

Hastur smirked and blocked the foot, working his hand around it to grab it, as well. "Well, I prefer strikes, but Grapples are perfect for submission. They work if you want to make sure someone can't fight anymore. At least, not fight effectively."

Quietly, after leaving a box of supplies in her book-less room, Twilight Sparkle steps outside, sitting down near one wall of the manor to watch the sparring match.

Kent wasn't at all happy about the second grapple, but he was in fact impressed with the Giganto. Kent's legs were both grabbed, leaving him immobile. "Well there, Hastur. Seems like you got the best of me. Not much of a fight if I can't hit back then, eh?" Kent had on arm on the ground that was preventing him from completely faceplanting.

Rather impassively, Twilight Sparkle watches from amid some of the shrubbery, her lavender fur and fully-extended wings standing out in contrast with the green foliage.

Hastur smirked and lifted up quickly and with strength, making sure it uses enough energy to spin Kent back onto his feet. "That's the point. It's supposed to allow you to end the fight with less possibility of major injury. If need be, you can hit a pressure point to cause pain, or... well, you can snap something. That'll put them out of the fight." He drops back into his stance. "Shall we continue, without grappling?"

Kent took the momentum and landed perfectly on his feet. He straightend himself quickly. "I've not been in many fights where to goal is to lose, Hastur. If they're not injured, when I let go, they have the possibility to striking back." Kent was slowly getting the point, but felt like seeing if he could figure out Hastur's game. The man had a point, and Kent was positive that he was going to hear it. He went into another firm stance. "Once more."

With her ears flicked forward even as she remains silent, Twilight Sparkle moves out from between the plants, flexing her wings ever so slightly before folding them closed for rest as she keeps her focus on the match. "That's impressive... And I'm here if anything happens..."

Hastur turned to his friend and smiled. He nodded to her, then turnned his focus back to Kent. "Very well. Come at me again." He moves his hands up into a Muay Thai stance, ready to continue the match.

Kent noticed Hastur go into a noticablly more aggressive stance. Perfect. Kent walked towards Hastur slowly, moving his feet one in front of another, always one pointed outwards, one towards Hastur, as a fencer would. As he got withen a few feet of Hastur, he changed tactics entirely, attempted to fake Hastur out as Kent went straight for an elbow jab towards Hastur's side.

'Just stay quiet, and out of the way... I've got no reason to get involved, since this is their match...' Twilight Sparkle nods once to reinforce her mental reminder, horn lighting up as she levitates a drink from one of her saddlebags to take a sip.

Hastur smirked and moved quickly around Kent, spinning to move to Kent's side, bringing his right leg up to slam his shin into Kent's torso, the momentum from his spin as well as picoting his body adding to the force behind the kick.

Kent grunted as the kick hit his side, but he wasn't going to let it effect his usual technique of relentless assault. Kent had his body straight, almost unnaturally. With he spun around Hastur's leg like a baton and landed on his feet once more, only to let forth a kick of his own.

"You're both doing alright...?" Even from the sidelines, Twilight Sparkle is still concerned, though she manages to mask it rather well with calmness and a slight tilt of her head as her horn and the glass remain aglow with her magic.

Hastur moved slitghly, the kick missing him by a hair. He brings the leg that is already outstrected down to hit the leg Kent had planted on the ground, aiming at the knee to cause Kent to lose his balance and fall back. "We're fine, Twilight. We're not going to hurt each other too bad. It's just a practice bout, to see what Kent can do without a weapon. Thank you for the concern, though."

"I'm not going to kill Hastur, no, 'Twilight Sparkle.'" Kent was a little upset that his kick missed, but Hastur let another quick thinking oppurtunity arrise. He turned to his side and fell, straight on his back, Hastur's kick flying barely above his face. When he felt the timing was right, threw up a leg in attempt to nail Hastur in the inside of his knee.

If she's aware of Kent's use of her name, Twilight Sparkle doesn't give any outward indication, even though it irritates her mentally. "I am a senior agent of the PDF, and - even if just in name only - a Princess, so it's only natural I'd look out for my teammates."

Hastur winces as the foot hits the inside of his knee, then bends his leg to lock the foot into place, squeezing it hard. Then he remembers that he promised not to grapple, and releases the foot. He moves back, giving Kent room to stand. "Again, thank you for the concern, Twilight."

Hastur moves his left arm up to move the first punch out of the way, then moves his right arm down to move the jab out of the way. He then quickly shoots both of his fists forward, hoping to hit Kent's chest with great force from both fists. 'His style is aggressive, more focused on punching, it seems... perhaps Wing Chun, or simple Boxing would be best for him.'

"...I can't believe I'm saying this to someone who essentially wants me dead for being able to use magic." Muttering irritatedly to herself, Twilight Sparkle fixes Kent with an unreadable expression, all but putting the fight out of her mind at the same time. "If we plan on working together, as part of the same unit, then you'd better learn to get over your hatred of magic-users. Quickly. Because you're going to be seeing a lot of Trixie and I around here, whether you like it or not."

Kent quickly pulls his hands to his chest and pushes against Hastur's hands as soon as they make contact, using the momentum to get thrown back a few feet where he got back up with a backwards roll. "'Twilight Sparkle,' is there a possibility you discuss this with me at a later date? I'm in the middle of a sparring match," Kent went back to a fighting stance and called out to the pony.

Hastur drops out of his stance. "I think that should be enough for now, Kent. And I agree with her. You need to get over that. She's here to stay, as is Trixie." He began walking forward to Kent. "I think if I'm you're still okay with being trained by me, then we'll focus on Wing Chun. It's actually quite aggressive, and focuses on never relenting. Quick, stong punches, balance, and upper body strength are important to them. But, as always, restraint is also key. That will be what we focus on the most."

With a low groan, Twilight Sparkle just raises one lavender-furred forehoof to her head to try and fight off a faint throbbing, before turning away and heading for the front door and her room. "Of course, if you want to keep insisting that I'm nothing more than a Tartarus-spawned beast, be my guest, and I'll see to it that Trixie gives you some very unpleasant 'gifts' for that."

Kent crossed his arms and blew some hair out of his face at Twilight. After a short moment, he turned to Hastur and nodded in agreement with him about his suggestion, however, he had a feeling the man had something else on his mind. "...You want me to go and talk to her, don't you...?"

Hastur smirked and nodded. "It would be nice. I don't want to have there to be problems with me being your teacher and her bodyguard. Don't worry, though, as it seems that you both have had an... exchange, right now, I won't ask you to do it now." He stretched a bit, then thought for a moment. "I think I need a drink. You wanna head to the bar?"

Kent nodded. "You gave me quite the thrashing there, Hastur. I wouldn't disagree with you." He smiled, and the two went off towards the nearest tavern.