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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."
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"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."
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Sidekick, very fast, aiming for his hip on the right, and ready to step forward into a punch on the other side, if that didn't connect. Fast.
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So Dinah just went with it, and taking page from Priestly's playbook, let her weight shift forward into what would be a body-slam unless Liir *really* got out of the way fast.
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It was a fake out, meant to make her pause and perhaps loosen her hold. If she hit him, that might work as well, as far as his plan was concerned.
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"I'm fine. Continue."
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She snapped her hand out to grab at his ankle though, and hopefully trip him back down to the mat.
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That realization hit him like a shot as he came to his feet, his movements smooth and well-practiced. He'd actually tried to hit her. And without thinking of it either!
Apparently, it was more natural than he was giving himself credit for.
He stepped back, setting himself into a wide, steady stance and focused on her again. He might have had empty hands, but he was now armed. Armed with the knowledge that he could strike.
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She kept her stance open and ready. One one thousand. Two one thousand. Three one thousand....
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Oh Nameless Name, let her be fast enough to stop me. And I hope she doesn't hate me.
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Dinah whipped her arm up to block the punch, shoving it upward with a grin and letting it slide down the outside of her arm, then powering her other arm forward in a punch to his sternum.
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He ignored it and used what power he did have, from the turn and from his stance, to throw his elbow at the side of her head.
Lurline Lurline Lurline.
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Much better!
And a one-two combination aimed for his stomach again, if he didn't back off too.
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He was reeling, somewhat, just from...
He'd connected. He'd connected!
Oh goodness, he was going to be ill.
Later! He'd be ill later. Right now, he'd started a fight and he should give Dinah a fight. He'd be ill later.
He settled into his stance, steadied his breathing, and looked to Dinah to make sure she was all right.
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He expected it to make him worse, but it actually helped. He swerved around the punch and even as the kick was to land, lashed out with his own leg to try and kick her away.
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and in this case, whoops! Their legs got tangled up, more by luck than anything else, and Dinah lost her balance. Not wanting to land on him, but wanting to end this, she grimaced and grabbed for his arm, twisting as hard as she could and throwing her weight the other direction, hoping to execute the same throw that had worked on Priestly, even if it was a lot more sloppy.
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"Good bout?" he asked, obviously a little, well, done. He'd played the part, he'd thrown a punch or two; now he just sort of wanted desperately to bake something.
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