fandomtownies | Fight Club, Atlas Gym, Sunday Evening

"Well, most of you are looking refreshingly back to your original shapes," Ghanima said crisply. "I hope many of you enjoyed your second or third childhoods, and many congratulations on not managing to kill each other with the nerf toys last week."

"Being back to normal means no ball pit this week," Tyler added. "I know. I'm crushed, too. Welcome to Fight Club. Rules are posted over there, and if this is your first week sign in and let us know what your level is."

"Like last time, we'll both be around keeping an eye on things, and I'll be over by the beginner mats for the first bit," Ghanima stated. "Now, you and you. You two. And you two too." She turned to Tyler, smiling brightly. "Care to pick the last victims?"

"You know the way to my heart, Ghanima," Tyler joshed, and looked over the group for a long moment. "You, hiding in the back, and you by the padding. And both of you. And that makes five sets. Go forth and punch."

[Preplayed with

atreideslioness. Up early for SP~~, wait a sec for OCD~~.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

She hummed happily for a moment. Fighting~!

"Some boys do," she said, shrugging easily.

He shrugged, not having a response. "Ready?"

Her grin widened a notch, and she nodded.

"Always!"

And then she darted forward, a punch aimed for his gut.

Like any opening move, it was fairly obvious and Ichigo blocked it with his arm, instantly shifting his weight and kicked at her hip.

Puh-lease, like she'd get hit this soon? Ino dodged it, not bothering with a block, and went down low for a kick at his knees.

They hadn't actually fought like this before, had they? It could be interesting.

Ichigo jumped back, seizing Ino up for an instant before aiming another kick at her shoulders.

They hadn't! This would be fun.

She went into a quick roll, putting distance between them for the moment, sparing a second to bemoan the lack of weapons, before springing up and launching another kick at him.

[Fleeing the house for a few hours! SP for the win?]

If he couldn't get Zangetsu, Ichigo had very little desire to fight with another weapon.

He let the kick hit his shoulder, using it to move closer and try to get under her defenses. He hit out, aiming for her side and tried to follow the hit up with another jab to her stomach.

The side hit got her, but Ino managed to twist to avoid most of the stomach jab, and then another twist to smash a kick up at his face.

Flexibility rocked.

It was something, that was certain. Ichigo quickly ducked, taking the hit on his shoulder, while he tried to hook his foot behind her ankle.

She went down, twisting so she'd land on her forearms and using her other foot, to kick at his knees as she rolled out of the way.

Fight Club, Atlas Gym, Sunday Evening

Re: Intermediate Fight: Ino and Ichigo

Re: Intermediate Fight: Ino and Ichigo

Re: Intermediate Fight: Ino and Ichigo

Re: Intermediate Fight: Ino and Ichigo

Re: Intermediate Fight: Ino and Ichigo

Re: Intermediate Fight: Ino and Ichigo

Re: Intermediate Fight: Ino and Ichigo

Re: Intermediate Fight: Ino and Ichigo

Re: Intermediate Fight: Ino and Ichigo

Re: Intermediate Fight: Ino and Ichigo

Re: Intermediate Fight: Ino and Ichigo