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 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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