The Gym; Sunday Morning.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Sakurazaki only had six days. Six days wasn't much time at all, so she knew she'd have to work hard, and she'd have to work smart. At that meant starting out simply, with a light but fierce run through her meditations and forms with the practise swords in the gym. It had been a while since she'd had to utilize some of the more complicated forms; she'd need to refresh herself with them before taking them to live steel.


[[open for all your gymly needs; interactions with my girl might be a little wonky and slow]]

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[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma pulls off the accompanying move "pick your ass off the floor" and faces John in a fighting stance, still coughing a little.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"How'd you do that bridge thing? My back hurts looking at it." John adjusted his fighting stance from boxing to horse.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"Uh... I dunno. I can do it no handed. And... hold onto stuff like a branch with my ankles... and walk on fences and stuff... I guess I never thought about it." He's actually not bragging at the moment.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Okay, so you've got a prehensile ankle? The hell?"

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"... prehensile...?" He's foriegn. He understands you not.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"You have ankles like a monkey's tail, grasshopper." John does a mock bow.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"Oh... I guess I do." Ranma ponders on this a minute, losing stance completely.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John bakabaps him with a flick to the nose (not hard, just damn annoying).

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"Arg! Hey!" He swats at John's hand aggravatedly.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"WOw. I thought you were supposed to be a world-class fighter, what with the get-up and all." JOhn goes back into the horse stance.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"It's early! And plus I don't like fighting all out against someone who I could hurt." Once again that sorta comes out wrong. He didn't mean to insult John in this case.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"Pfft. Just cuz I'm fragile doesn't mean I won't kick your ass, Ran-Man."

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma face faults and falls into fighting stance. "Well prove it then. If I hurt you though. Then I'm stopping. Deal?"

((I'm guessing he has to inflict some sort of rib wound? XD))

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

((Yes. He takes JOhn's rib and makes a demon a cyborg a woman.))

JOhn sticks his hand out to shake. "Deal."

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Being the guliable fair sport he drops stance again to shake.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John shakes his hand. He lets it go, gives it a beat, and does some weird ass kneeling lunge with both fists at Ranma's side.


((*snickers* went back to put "kneeling" and put it between "wierd" and "ass"))

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma leans into him as he heads towards him and attempt a double fisted punch at John's gut. Owch. Close Range.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

Ow. John let it flow into him (hey, his spleen can move) and allowed the momentum to tip him over as he tries to lift Ranma into the air in a move where his feet were supposed to end up digging in Ran's stomach and not his balls.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma is nailed, in the stomach thankfully, and lauched backwards several feet, but mangages to not fall over backwards.

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

John admires Ranma's balance.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Stands still trying to recover for a bit. "You all right?"

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"I've had better days. Months, actually. You?"

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

"Sorry..." He looks a bit upset for hurting him. "I'm okay."

[apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine. Ribs grow back. More?" John posed in classic cheesy John Wayne fighty stance.

[ranma-sao.livejournal.com]

Ranma shrugs and falls into a fighting stance of his own. It's John's decision to ruin is body if he chooses.