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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Anemone shrugged.

"Same way these always begin. If I get too carried away, just bounce my head off the floor until I stop," she said cheerily before throwing a punch straight at Alice's head.

Anemone was not good at subtle, no.

Convenient that it wasn't subtle; that made it easier to dodge backwards, hopping out of the way of the other girl's fist.

This would be vicious. Alice smiled.

She flashed her leg out in a kick, aimed at the other girl's knee. Knees broke easily.

Anemone followed through after the punch with her whole body, skipping forward to barely miss the kick.

Vicious was the only way to do things like this, really.

More swinging; this time aimed at Alice's ribs, and a jab with her other hand towards her neck.

Alice turned her body so that the hit barely grazed her ribs, but that meant she didn't see the hand aimed at her throat until too late to deflect it.

She stumbled backwards, coughing, but her arms up defensively, in case there was to be a further onslaught. Before she had recovered her breath, she lunged forward, one fist aiming a punch towards the girl's midsection, and the other, reaching to get a handful of that pink hair. If she could get any of it, she was going to yank.

She hoped that she was right, and that Anemone was hoping to make this as bare-knuckled as possible, as well.

The fist to her gut didn't phase her much beyond an annoyed grunt, but Anemone yelped in protest as Alice grabbed a handful of hair and pulled. That hurt!

This time it was Anemone's turn to kick, and she tried to stomp on Alice's knee as best she could to force the other girl to let go, clawing at her arms with both hands.

Alice's knee crumpled, but she held firm on the strands of shocking-pink hair, trying to drag the other girl to the ground along with her. Now seemed like an opportune time for a punch to the teeth, so she was going to try one.

The other girl's fingernails were drawing blood, and Alice felt alive.

The ground? Oh hell no.

Anemone laughed gleefully as she snapped one elbow forward to try and catch Alice in the sternum, even as she brought her knee up for a potentially painful strike. Were Alice a boy, it might even end the match.

Anemone did not believe in playing 'nice'. She just wanted the other girl to Let Go so she could kick her some more.

Alice wasn't a boy, but that still wasn't a very pleasant place to receive a knee. The elbow-to-her-sternum was particularly unpleasant. This meant, of course, that she had to wrap her hand more tightly in the girl's hair and yank.

Really, so long as they were going feral, she was going to take her fingernails and try to scratch up the other girl's face.

Anemone howled in protest, her own fingers finding Alice's hair and yanking back, hard, as she tried to protect her eyes and the skin around her receptor. Any damage there would be dangerous, and all the voices in Anemone's head were in agreement when she snarled and tried to bite at Alice's hands.

This was the most fun she'd had since playing tag with those harpies!

Alice jerked her hand back quickly, skin stinging from the bite. She pushed herself upwards into a crouch, then aimed a hard punch right at the other girl's teeth. To repay her for that bite, perhaps.

Fight Club, Atlas Gym, Sunday Evening

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