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The Gym, Monday Afternoon, Post-Workshops.

Relocating from the salle to the gym, Sakurazaki almost immediately starts doing some quick stretches. As she links her fingers together and brings her arms up over her head to stretch them out, as well as her back, she grins at Ranma. //"So you're really gonna spar with me this time, huh? None of this constant dodging and blocking and refusing to go for an offensive?"//

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//Dodgin' is always part of it but I'll hit you this time. I'll try not to hold back okay?//

//"It's about time you've decided to give me an honest effort."// She half-tempted to ask why he'd had the change in heart, but Sakurazaki knows she shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. Stetching complete, she assumes a ready position. //"Ready?"//

Ranma stands at the ready too. //Come and get me.//

Sakurazaki snorts a little with a laugh. Always the defensive. She charges forward, lowering herself in preperation for a low blow to the stomach, then launches herself into a sudden high kick toward his head instead when she nears.

He's ready for anything so the kick is easy to dodge. He ducks and goes to sweep her feet with both legs in a fluid motion. He's obviously balancing on his hands so he can use his legs freely.

Legs sweeps were always pretty easy for Sakurazaki to avoid. The problem was knowing what to do once she'd deftly hopped over the attack. She settles with a wide-sweeping kick to the back of his head.

He uses his hands to hop over it, because it was aimed at the ground, since that's where he is. He flips back up to standing as he sends a side kick at her stomach.

Her first instinct is to grab his foot, yanking it and pulling his weight out from underneath him, which would send him on his back. But that's a pretty dirty tactic. So she sharply sends an arm down to her side to block the kick, sending a punch across her chest toward his with the other hand.

He would have easily caught himself if she had. Oh well. He grabs her hand and pulls her close and punches straight for her gut, ack he hopes that one won't hit, it would hurt her.

Ooof! Now that was (in her book) a dirty move! She caves in around the punch for a second, pulling both herself and her arm back, to try to return the punch toward his face. But her punches really are rather poorly executed, awkwardly done...

He dodges both easily. Hey cheap he doesn't often do but he IS the heir to the "Saotome School of ANYTHING GOES Martial Arts". He aims a roundhouse to her side.

Sakurazaki jumps back quickly, landing in a bit of a prepared crouch a few feet away. Fighting Ranma when he was actually trying was a whole different sort of game. She grins. She liked it.

Rushing forward with a bit of a battle yell, Sakurazaki leaps up, good and high, when she approaches, with the intention of landing behind him and jabbing an elbow into his back. of course, there's so much set-up for it that there's plenty of opprotunity for Ranma to counter it. At this point, she's just intrigued to see what exactly he'll do.

He actually catches her elbow between his arm and side and quickly grabs hold of her other elbow too and flips her over his head onto the ground in front of him by leans forward. That would probably drop her hard on her stomach.

...And it does, as is indicated by her sudden shout and a little cringing whimper.

But Sakurazaki springs back up to her feet in a second, pushing up with her hands and then executing her excellent jumping. Pain was only temporary; one must quickly rise above it. She settles back into a ready pose. Maybe she should play defensive for a bit...Concentrate on blocks rather than attacking.

Although now she kind of feels like a hypocrite.

He loses stance and looks a bit worried. //Hey did I hurt ya? Maybe you should get a wood sword.//

//"I was just..shocked, that's all,"// Sakurazaki lifts her chin slightly; she bares her teeth slightly. He finally starts actually fighting her and he was going to revert back to being easy on her over just a whimper? No way. //"I'm not getting a sword unless you do, too. Now, come on."//

//I just want to fight you at your best. Or at least close, I know you're best with your real sword.//

There's a small grin. //"Seeing me at my best would have to mean something would be in danger and something else would have to die. Like with th..."//

She stops herself there.

//"Come on, Ranma! Don't back out on me now!"//

//I ain't backing out. Anyways. I just want you to be more comfortable with this. I'm used to hand to hand. You can use a sword it's what you're used to.// He ignores the demon thing. Not that it worries him he's just not sure how he should talk about it.

//"If I kept falling back on what was comfortable, I'll never improve in the areas that aren't."//

He's obviously not going to initiate it again. She launches herself forward for another punch toward the chest.

Ranma bounces to the side, dodging woo. He's not quite ready to fight again. //But I don't want to hurt you.//

She quickly moves into a kick aimed at the same spot. //"You're not going to hurt me!"//

Arg! Why was he changing his mind now, just as it was getting good?

He bounces over the kick and lands behind her. //You're sure?//

//"Yes!"// There's a lot of frustration in that answer...frustration that goes into a side kick for his abdomen.

He dodges and aims a kick of his own.

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