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Camp Gym; Tuesday Morning.

Setsuna was in the gym, working on her forms and attacks with the wooden practise sword.

Everyone in camp just died of surprise, to be sure. But she'd really enjoyed battling in class, and she made a note that she really should actually thank Deadpool (it felt strange having those words in such close proximity together) for the recognition he'd given her. It actually...meant a lot. And stuff...

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"All the more reason for me to push for weapons, then," Setsuna offered with a smirk as she tossed the practise sword to her other hand, twirled it a little, and then turned to set it back the rack.

"Hey now," Alphonse began to mock-scold, pointing a finger. "That wouldn't be fair."

Before turning around, Setsuna had to take a moment with her head ducked to get the ridiculous smile on her face under control a little. "Well," she said once she'd finally taken care of that, to a degree, "for the sake of fairness. .." She shook out her wrists a little and settled into a ready position. "Shall we get right to it, then?"

Alphonse kicked off his shoes and tossed his coat aside next to them, stretching out his arms as he got back to the mat. "Okay." He got himself positioned. "Let's start."

As Alphonse settled into his positioning, Setsuna gave a nod, with a small, affirming sound. She took a second to centre herself, gather her chi, place her opponent in her mind. She drew in a breath.

Setsuna sprang forward, rushing across the mat for Alphonse, with a punch toward his face. Fully expecting him to block it without a problem, she also prepared a low kick on the same side for his lower leg.

Alphonse caught the punch, and spotting the kick coming up after it, spun quickly in the opposite direction to get out of the path, then threw his own punch toward her shoulder.

Setsuna was quick to draw back her foot as Alphonse turned away, planting it back where she'd lifted it, in a ready positioning of her feet, as she reached over to block Alphonse's punch in her hand. Her fingers tightened on his fist as her other hand reached out to grapple under his arm.

Alphonse felt his arm being grabbed and knew exactly where this was heading; before Setsuna could successfully follow through with her move, he threw up a leg to kick at her waist.

The kick connected without a problem, but Setsuna had steeled herself against it, focusing her energy on not allowing the blow to push her back. She kept herself strong in her stomach as it hit, in the bend of her knees to keep her feet firmly planted. She was a small girl,though, so there was some shuffling and a poorly restrained grunt, but she was able to keep her original goal of getting her hand near Alphonse's armpit. She promptly took a hold and found her strength to pull his arm in and flip him over her, hoping to land his back on the mat.

Crap. She didn't respond how he hoped she would.

Alphonse didn't have enough time to think of another way to make her let go, so of course he got himself flipped over. When her grip was no longer on his arm, Alphonse was able to lean himself forward before he hit the ground, landing on his feet and hands in a crouch. It was a bit of an awkward land, but at least he didn't fall flat on his back.

"Sorry," Alphonse turned to her with a grin. "My teacher pulled that move on me a lot when we trained."

Alphonse would turn around and not see Setsuna there at all, because she, while Alphonse was landing, had launched herself into a backflip and was now on the other side if him. Kicking firmly into his chest.

Alphonse went wide-eyed, not expecting that at all; maybe he should have, but he let his guard down for a moment there. A second later there was a loud 'omph!' when the kick connected.

Now he was landed on his back.

Which was enough of a small victory for Setsuna. If this was a real battle, of course, she'd be on Alphonse in a second but...well, after such a quick hit-and-fall, she felt a little bad and couldn't just...straddle Alphonse to continue the attack as she would if she were in a more dire, immediate threat. Instead, she blushingly offered her hand to help him up and they could start again.

"Sorry about that," she said. She did feel bad, but, knowing Alphonse would probably understand, she was smiling.

"That was my fault," Alphonse said, pushing himself back to his feet. "I let myself think you wouldn't take advantage of that."

"I remember that bruise you gave me last time, Alphonse," Setsuna grinned. "I'm not going to go easy on you, because you're better than that."

She settled into another prepratory stance and nodded to him. "Your turn to strike first."

"Am I?" Alphonse rolled his shoulders, then got into position again. "I promise not to fall for that again." He let out a breath, studying Setsuna carefully before he did; Alphonse didn't prefer to strike first, it was harder to know how his opponent would respond. He did anyway, though, starting out simple and leaped forward with a kick aimed at her side.

Setsuna...really needed to stop with the flipping today, but she couldn't help it. She was in a good mood, and she flipped a lot when she was in a good mood and sparring. She blocked the kick sharply with her hand wrapping around Alphonse's approaching ankle, and then used his leg as something to flip over, legs straight until she landed, very low, with one leg stretched out as the other bent, and she quickly spun herself around so that she could catch her extruding foot on Alphonse's supporting leg.

With only one foot on the ground it made it hard to avoid being tripped, but he had kept enough awareness and balance to keep himself from fumbling over again. He allowed himself to fall to the ground, but caught himself with his arm on his side, then flung his upper leg towards her for another kick.

Setsuna couldn't help but be impressed. She quickly leaned back to avoid Alphonse's kick, tucking into a backwards roll that brought her back to her feet and into a ready position again.

While she did that, Alphonse took that time to get back up on his feet and charge towards her with a punch towards her abdomen. He didn't want to give her the time to ready herself fully again.

The punch almost hit. Almost. It was very close, Alphonse's knuckles brushing against the fabric of Setsuna's shirt as she moved out of the way at just the right moment. She didn't hesitate to attempt to return the punch.

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