Oboyo took a deep breath as he sat down in his char. A break. How long had it been since he had one? He wanted to just doze off, but he knew that time was running out and he still had some loose ends to tie up. Summoning all his strength, he rose up from his chair and left his office, waving off an attendant who tried to give him a report. He made his way to the training room and peeking inside. Like finding a kid at a candy store.

Oboyo watched for a minute before speaking up. "You know, Hastur..I challenged Deim once like you did to me. Since then, I've avoided her because I know she can tear me limb from limb. I only did it because it's kind of cute how she tries to understand 'human emotion'. But you're a different story."

Hastur smirks, not turning to face his boss, just conitnuing to strike the dummy, craking the hard wood with his continued strikes. "Oh? How am I such a different story? Because I do understand emotion, or because you don't think I can tear you apart?" He punches the head of the dummy one last time, shattering it, before he turns. "Not that I would, boss."

"Because you're not a cute war machine." said Oboyo as he finally entered the room, looking up to speak to Hastur. "Means I don't have to hold back, but given your rapsheet, that's like a mouse standing up to a fox. And not a shocker like Julexa, mind you."

Hastur smirks, shaking his hand a bit from shattering the dummy's head. "Well, then, I guess that means you'll be taking me up on my offer to spar, then? Good, good. It'll be good practice for us both." He unclasps the weights from hsi arms, letting them drop and make rather large dents in the floor. He pops his neck and back a bit, stretching. "Go ahead and get out your weapon, if you're gonna use one."

"May as well. We might not get another chance." said Oboyo, reaching into his jacket and retrieving his custom staff, snapping it into place while spinning it vigorously a few times. "I started with taekwondo, you know. The moment I was introduced to staff fighting, I never went back. What drives you to hone your fists? You're a big guy, you could easily take up a more deadly art."

Hastur chuckles a bit, popping his arms and throwing a few practice punches. "I could, but... I always found unarmed fighting to be... better. It's a more personal fight, and it's focused solely on your strength, skill, and speed. It doesn't depend on some bit of forged steel or manufactured staff...no offense."

Oboyo smirked as he spun his staff around again. "It's not as different as you think. I made this staff myself, pouring my own time and energies into it. It's more like an extension of me."

Hastur smirks, turning to face Oboyo, bowing low before taking his usual Wing Chun stance. "Well, let's see how you do with it, then."

Hastur moves forward quickly towards his opponent, then, before he reaches him, he spins to one side, jumping high into the air and shooting his fist down towards his opponent's face, making use of the momentum from the spin and the jump to add to the already substantial force of the punch.

Oboyo felt it best not to wait and let the big man get his bearings, so he spun his staff around and closed in for a basic strike.

Oboyo grit his teeth as Hastur rushed him. What speed! With Hastur's fist coming down on his shoulder from above, Oboyo slammed onto the ground. "..Right. Didn't think you'd be so eager." With a slight groan, Oboyo rose to his feet and started spinning his staff again.

Hastur steeled himself as soon as he landed, smirking and readying himself to defend himself from the retaliation. He prepares to redirect Oboyo's strike away, hoping to leave him open for a quick palm strike to the gut.

Oboyo considered staying on guard, but that would be predictable. Hastur was a trained warrior and Oboyo's own master warned him to never show any signs. With a brief pause, Oboyo focused the yin of his experiences with a soft approach towards Hastur before transcending into the yang, picking up his step and spinning his staff violently, aiming to strike him from the side.

Oboyo grimaced as Hastur left a palm print on his gut, doubling over and stepping back. "..Nice one."

Hastur proceeds on to press the attack, keeping his attacks to several basic punches as fast as he can throw them, much as his teacher taught him. Speed, getting in the opponent's face and giving them no quarter, that was the main principle of Wing Chun.

Perhaps a change in tactics was in order. Oboyo began to spin his staff around and approach Hastur cautiously before turning his hips and throwing a side kick towards him.

Hastur throws his first punch to catch Oboyo's foot on it's heel. He then backs up, shaking his hand a bit, grinning. "Nicely done."

Oboyo flinched as his foot came to a stop on Hastur's fist, quickly pulling back and putting some distance between him. "Heh! You've got quite a pair of hands, big guy. Did you ever consider farmwork before going into martial arts? Sure it's not a luxurous life, but it's a peaceful and stable one."

Hastur smirks. "How do you think I paid for all that sake and such in my backpack?" He decides to change forms, from the Wing Chun stance to his Muay Thai stance. He makes his way closer to his opponent, inch by inch, until he suddenly rushes forward and shoots out a powerful knee.

Oboyo waited for Hastur's answer, using that opportunity to stay on the defense. He gripped his staff firmly and waited for the big man to throw something heavy enough to exploit.

Hastur fumbles as the knee misses and Oboyo retaliates with a strike to Hastur's back. He stumbles a bit, but turns quickly, smirking. "Well done, boss."

Hastur stumbles a bit, acting as though he was dazed a bit, or almost as though he suddenly became inebriated. He stumbes and sways this way and that before he falls forward. Before he hits the ground, though, he braces a foot underneath him, launching his body spiraling headfirst towards Oboyo.
"Thanks." It couldn't hurt to go back a few steps. Oboyo spun his staff violently as he closed in on Hastur, only to stop and perform a turn kick rather than a staff strike.

Oboyo's eyes widened as he watched Hastur plant his head into his foot, unphased and still going. The force of Hastur's headbutt threw Oboyo backwards on his back. With with pause a brief cough, Oboyo slowly started to rise to his feet. "Well..that's one way to use your head."

Hastur smirks, stumbling and swaying, giving off an air of vulnerability, though he is actually preparing to flow around his opponent's blow to shoot an elbow into any open part he can manage to hit.

Hastur's beaten him to the punch(literally) several times now, so Oboyo supposed it was about time to call it quits. He did, however, want one last go before suggesting so. There was one piece of himself that he hadn't quite utilized yet. Oboyo began to cautiously approach Hastur, spinning his staff lightly but picking up the pace as he got closer. At the same time, the Spirit Rune on his left hand let out as bright a light as it could with the intention of causing a distraction.
At the point, Oboyo put every ounce of power he could into a sweeping strike to the back side of Hastur's legs!

Falling for Hastur's trap again, the back of Oboyo's head met his elbow as he fell to the ground. "Geez..alright already, I give! Heh, your school's really something. I was impressed when we visited it before." With that, Oboyo released the holds on his staff to fold it back up, holding a hand out to Hastur to help him up. "But then again..are you surprised? You're a born warrior. Me..I'm just a rich kid who sees oracles at night."

Hastur smirks, taking the hand and working his way to his feet. "Heh, you seriously aren't bad, boss. I think I just might have had a bit more training. Besides, when you learn from the best..." he chuckles, stretching his arms a bit. "Thanks for sparring with me, boss. It was an honor." he bows low to Oboyo before he begins to pick up his weights form the floor.

Oboyo returned the bow, putting his staff away in his jacket. "Indeed it was. Let's give it our best so we can be both be around to do it again." Oboyo started to head for the door before he stopped and turned back. "Hey..you might learn a thing or two from those warriors from Cosmo Canyon. But watch their backs, alright?"

Hastur nods. "Of course. I'll make sure to do my best to make sure they stay safe."

With one more nod, Oboyo left the training the room and started down the hall for his office. One more loose end tied among a tarp facing a fierce storm.