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[valkyrguardian.livejournal.com]

You scared I might beat ya?

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[smash-stuff.livejournal.com]

...no, I can safely say that's not what I'm scared of.

[flieswithfire.livejournal.com]

No..

[Watches him warily, turning away from the wooden dummy she'd been working on]

[feelsthedead.livejournal.com]

[She's actually more concerned about any physical contact, but.. she needs to learn to toughen up and shield better]

You scared you might not?

[ruinedtradition.livejournal.com]

*Smug grin* More worried I might hurt you. But hey if you want I'm always looking for a new sparring partner.

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

Not in the least. I'm scared that you'll hold back.

[valkyrguardian.livejournal.com]

If that's what you're scared of....

[He removes his glasses and puts them with his gear. When that's done, he limps his way back to the middle of the practice mat and settles into a ready stance. In his mind, the weight he presses onto his prosthetic leg is awkward, but he doesn't allow it to show in his body language. His face sets into a mask of determination as his guard comes up. He's in the zone.

And fuck if it doesn't feel great.]

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

[She readies herself, before her left arm lashes out in a punch aimed at his chest. While her form's imperfect, it might have been a surprise to him that she's ambidextrous--he knew it once, and would learn it again.]

Just posted with my changeling. Spring Court Broadback.

[valkyrguardian.livejournal.com]

[And he was trained to fight most contingencies. Even munin couldn't erase muscle memory. It surprises him, but he brings his guard up to compensate before too much damage could be done. He takes a few steps backward, weaving away from her before moving back in to try a one-two combo to her midriff.]

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

[She blocks both blows with her left arm before swinging her right fist up toward his head, grinning as she sees that he's still got it.]

[valkyrguardian.livejournal.com]

[He dodges the hit, and, using his momentum, aims for her midsection again, this time trying for a tackle.]

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't have the weight to hold her position, and she falls, hard.]

Oof!

[smash-stuff.livejournal.com]

...no, I can safely say that's not what I'm scared of.

[flieswithfire.livejournal.com]

No..

[Watches him warily, turning away from the wooden dummy she'd been working on]

[feelsthedead.livejournal.com]

[She's actually more concerned about any physical contact, but.. she needs to learn to toughen up and shield better]

You scared you might not?

[ruinedtradition.livejournal.com]

*Smug grin* More worried I might hurt you. But hey if you want I'm always looking for a new sparring partner.

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

Not in the least. I'm scared that you'll hold back.

[valkyrguardian.livejournal.com]

If that's what you're scared of....

[He removes his glasses and puts them with his gear. When that's done, he limps his way back to the middle of the practice mat and settles into a ready stance. In his mind, the weight he presses onto his prosthetic leg is awkward, but he doesn't allow it to show in his body language. His face sets into a mask of determination as his guard comes up. He's in the zone.

And fuck if it doesn't feel great.]

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

[She readies herself, before her left arm lashes out in a punch aimed at his chest. While her form's imperfect, it might have been a surprise to him that she's ambidextrous--he knew it once, and would learn it again.]

Just posted with my changeling. Spring Court Broadback.

[valkyrguardian.livejournal.com]

[And he was trained to fight most contingencies. Even munin couldn't erase muscle memory. It surprises him, but he brings his guard up to compensate before too much damage could be done. He takes a few steps backward, weaving away from her before moving back in to try a one-two combo to her midriff.]

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

[She blocks both blows with her left arm before swinging her right fist up toward his head, grinning as she sees that he's still got it.]

[valkyrguardian.livejournal.com]

[He dodges the hit, and, using his momentum, aims for her midsection again, this time trying for a tackle.]

[unionfran.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't have the weight to hold her position, and she falls, hard.]

Oof!