Jason squared off against the Shabti. [color=goldenrod]"Come on."[/color] HE said gesturing for the training to start. Only to have to immediately doge to the left to prevent his head from being bashed in. Throwing a punch of his own, resulting in the Son of Zeus being thrown over the Shabti's shoulder. Landing flat on his back, he found a foot hovering over his head. Jason sighed as the Shabti relaxed and prepared to go again when Jason was ready. 
Making his way back to his feet, he began to shift his weight from foot to foot. Gently rocking backwards and forwards. Trying to get a feel for the Movements of the martial art. 

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Ryan took to the Martial Art easily. Mostly because he was morphing it with the styles of fighting he had studied in Hotel Valhalla, and when he was alive. For a while, he held his own. Until the Shabti adapted to incorporate his unique style, and force him to focus more on Krav Maga. After suffering a flurry of blows that ended with a kick to the side of his knee. Ryan heard his knee pop. Wincing in pain, he backed away. The Shabti stopped as it realised it had gone too far on this one. Ryan waved it off. Limping off to the side of the room, to lean against a wall. [color=crimson]"Fuck."[/color] He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lighted it. Taking a drag, he gritted his teeth as he placed his hands either side of his knee. A sharp push, and a pop, and Ryan had popped his knee back into its socket. Pushing off the wall to put some weight back on it. He winced as pain arched up through his leg, but it held the weight.  Raising his other leg to put all his weight on the recently dislocated knee, he did a couple of test hops to make sure it was fine. Despite still harbouring some pain, he would be able to continue the practice.