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."

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Tahiri wasn't used to that sort of formality any more; attacking Yuuzhan Vong tended to start with the thrown razor bugs before they even got into range, and anyway, they didn't exactly respect the Jedi.

She twisted just in time to avoid all but a glancing blow on the shoulder and kept going with the motion, launching a spinning back kick at his solar plexus.

"Original characteristics are overrated anyway."

Ichigo could appreciate the nice and fluid movement and he brought his elbow down, blocking off the kick and getting the feel of her strength. He used the closeness for another kick, right at her hip this time.

"You're rather no one notices?"

Oh, so he thought -- she hadn't put any extra Force weight behind that first kick. "Sometimes it's useful when no one notices."

She grunted as the kick connected, her eyes shutting briefly in an expression that was less grimace than . . . well, something more receptive.

And then she went with the momentum, letting herself fall to the mat and then pivoting to try and scissor his legs. It was a trick Anakin had taught her aboard the Errant Venture in the months after the Academy fell, and she'd never had the chance to give it a try yet.

His leg was just back down on the mat and he stumbled backwards, tripping over her legs and he hit the mat with an 'umph'. He didn't stay down long however, instantly getting to his feet.

"Most of the time," he responded, barely realising he was talking. He was too busy jumping right back at her, twisting his body and kicking right at her stomach.

He'd said he didn't care if they used powers, so halfway into the kick (that the familiar tingle down the back of her neck told her was coming) Tahiri was pushing up off the mat and flipping over his head, aiming an elbow between his shoulder blades on her way back down.

"What the..." Ichigo fell forward, more out of surprise than anything else. He twisted on his feet, one hand on the mat to keep himself from going completely down.

"Handy," he decided and he sneered, pushing off to try and tackle her to the ground.

Tahiri grinned and shrugged. "You said I cou -- oof!"

Hello, mat. Ow.

Looking rather smug, Ichigo instantly jumped back to his feet, waiting for Tahiri to get up so they could start again. "I did."

Tahiri got back to her feet, glaring good-naturedly at him. "I'm not really trying yet, you know," she said, and drew on the Force to augment her speed as she came at him with a one-two punch combo to the solar plexus and jaw.

She was kind of exaggerating.

That was faster and the first punch hit, the other was blocked and he tried to grab hold of her arm as he brought his knee up.

Tahiri found one arm trapped in Ichigo's hold, though she tried to twist and get it free. The other came down to block his knee just in time, but it still sent shockwaves of pain through her arm and she hissed sharply.

Drawing the pain into herself, she countered with an extra hard hook kick arcing up toward his face.

He quickly let go of her arm and ducked his head, bringing up his shoulders and arm to guard his face. The kick still send him staggering backwards. Yeah, that hurt.

Standing still was bad however and he dropped down, kicking out at her legs.

Tahiri sprang straight up -- thank you, Force assistance -- but only just in time to feel the kick whistling just past the soles of her feet. At the apex of the leap she tucked into a somersault and came down at him with both feet, though she didn't use the Force to speed her descent this time. That, if she connected, would hurt more than she was willing to dish out.

Yeah, that was no fair. Even if he'd asked for it.

He quickly tried to roll away, but she hit him on the hip and his side and that was going to bruise. "Don't suppose you can teach me that?" he asked, but he was obviously out of breath and he used his elbow to strike at her legs, wanting room to get away from her.

Tahiri tried to kick his arm away and gave him an apologetic shrug.

"Unless you're Force sensitive, it might not work as well."

"So that's a no?" he guessed, he rolled away from her and crouched down, taking a moment to catch his breath.

"I could try," Tahiri offered, backing off for a moment to let him get a second wind. "But I'm not exactly the most experienced fighter."

"That's okay. Neither am I," he flashed her a grin and moved swiftly to his feet again. He seemed to like his kicks as he twisted last moment, using his elbow to hit at her side.

Tahiri had let her guard down for long enough that the blow got through. She twisted to go with it, but still let out a yelp as he connected.

Balling up one (kind of small) fist, she lashed out and up at his chin with a backhand strike.

Ichigo quickly danced backwards and out of reach.

"Need to keep your guard up," he teased, launching another kick at her side.

The tiny flare of annoyance at his dead-on critique was exactly why Tahiri would have a miserable time sparring with Master Skywalker.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," she grumbled -- and brought one hand down in a Force augmented push at his outstretched leg.

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