It Started In The Hallway:
Bruce honestly hadn't had a whole lot of downtime during this production, coming very close to stretching himself thin what with his duel duties as an actor, friend and producer, none of which included his frequent jogs around the locale with Carrie, relishing in the Runner's High that highlighted the sights, even after their return to Angland [that just added stops to the pub, like Tippery]...what little time he had to himself were spent in preparing for his scenes and taking frequent cracks at attempting to discern something useful from his meditations with the Bible, when he witnessed the Hallway Fight. He'd wanted Mifune and Peter to take make the most of their abilities and elevate the scene further, had known it would be a sight to see...until he saw with his own eyes what such a fight would entail.
It was, in a word, spectacle.
It beheld a vicious beauty that made his blood thrum with anticipation (much as it did whenever he went out boxing), watching each movement of their blades in an effort to perhaps one day...no,
this day, learn the beauty behind such mastery. After that scene, he, and a number of others who'd been left slackjawed, had approached the duo and asked for tutelage. And, for the first few days, it went..poorly, the both of them lacking years and decades of experience and polish to even approach Mifune and Diamond's skill.
But where the rest of the cast who'd briefly joined them faltered, in the end only Mark, Carrie and himself remained and they'd had
fun; by no means were any of them experts, but there was a joy in the fight, in the competition between them, that by the time they'd left Angland, they'd been considered by their masters to be decent apprentices.
Before their pride could swell, they were very much reminded of their skill level once more...15 seconds at full speed.
Bruce held a icepack gingerly to his ribs, slowly easing himself into his favorite chair back home, absent mindedly looking through the piled up mail (with a
staggering amount from Hong Kong,- oh hey, only
four death threats from the Triad this time!- Korea and Japan) before pausing at a small booklet advertising...something called
Dungeons and Dragons?
'Huh...Carrie wouldn't mind it if I read it without her, right?' he mused to himself, absentmindedly giving Ginger scritches.
