fight club

[dignity_misery]

When; Friday, February 10th
Rating; Fighting/Language
Characters; Our fighters
Summary; It's fight night.
Log;

The address that Carla had left as her meeting place left something to be desired. She had found the abandoned building on one of her frequent midnight boughts of wanderlust. It had once contained a relatively small indoor pool, it was clearly recreational, had no room for lap lanes. Not that it mattered much, it had long since been drained of water, its tiles broken. There wasn't much light, but she had been bothered to put up a few electric lanterns.

That's about as fancy as she's getting. Otherwise, she's waiting there with the medic, and with her hat and its numbers. She knows how many she spoke to, and has just a few extra should any strays wander in.

When she sees about as many faces as she'd expected and is tired of waiting, she brings round the hat. She's only explaining this once. Take a number, put it back and remember it. They're drawing opponents next.

Comments

[nohometown]

[Sephiroth dodges, seeming to have moved out of the way just in time, but this is intentional. He is timing his movements to match hers.

He doesn't offer a return blow of his own yet, his movement purely defensive. He'd rather draw out his opponent and see what she's capable of.]

[dignity_misery]

[Of course he's fast, but it annoys her more than he doesn't strike back than anything else. Sure, she was looking to improve, and that made it almost legitimate to call this 'sparring' but there's no pretending this isn't all about her self-destructive needs.

Carla tightens her stance in, watching him thoughtfully, but she's not an idiot, she knows she's being observed in kind. The movement of her forward hand is a feint before the other comes up and under towards the body.]

[nohometown]

[Sephiroth can be very frustrating to fight. He's always like this, never expending any more than is needful for him to defeat an opponent, and his reflexes are almost too fast, his senses almost too acute.

He dodges again, his expression blank. He doesn't telegraph his movements. However, he still doesn't seem any faster than an ordinary human.

He's more interested in her improving her skills than in indulging her self-destructive desires.]

[dignity_misery]

[Her eyes narrow, but there's no backing down from her. Her roommate has already saved her skin once from that stubbornness. She came here to fight, and that's what she's going to do.

Either she hits him or he wears her down and puts her out.]

[nohometown]

[He is capable of doing a great deal of harm, though that's not the kind of fight he wants. However, he will strike, when he's ready.

He continues to dodge and weave, then, suddenly, swiftly strikes at her lower jaw with his fist. He could break it, but he doesn't exert that much force, still holding back.]

[dignity_misery]

[Carla releases a huff of breath, but that's an improvement she appreciates. She shakes it off and tries again.

Getting hit is a great way to learn how to block.]

[nohometown]

[Now he strikes with a series of punches, aiming for her weak points. The blows are still no stronger than an ordinary human punch. They'll leave no more than bruises, if they land.

As far as he's concerned, at this point, this is a teaching fight. There's nothing superhuman about it.]

[dignity_misery]

[There is not longer much that is superhuman about her, although the people in her world would have very pointedly denoted that what she used to be was subhuman.

She brings her elbows in tight, moving to the best of her ability, but opens up again to retaliate, twisting to throw her elbow into his face.]

[nohometown]

[He dodges again, but this time doesn't return with another blow of his own, returning to his defensive moves after his strikes, drawing back, to see what she'll do next.

He does enjoy the fight, the motion, even if it's not the kind of fighting he's used to, and even if Carla's a very different kind of opponent. They're not well-matched, where skill and strength are concerned, but he can find something of interest in any battle.]