The Roof, Tuesday Evening

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Working inside all day had left Ino craving fresh air and evening found her sitting up on the roof of the dorms, dangling her legs off the side of the building and reviewing her Ethics notes in an attempt to keep Master Skywalker from threatening her with detention for the third week in a row.

It wasn’t going so well.

She kept getting side-tracked by other things, like the wind, or the sky, or how she should probably be training instead of wasting her time – but lacking the energy to go and do something constructive – or coming up with a way to write her dad without mentioning anything that had happened on the weekend.

Ino leaned further over the side of the roof. Maybe she should practise her chakra control? Walking down the building would be more of a challenge than the wall over her bed.

Hmmm.

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Cassandra had seen that Ino was planning something, but she wasn't familiar with chakra manipulation, so there wasn't a plan for running up the wall and kicking.

When she realized that there was no way to avoid the incoming kick, Cassandra did the next best thing. She turned and let the kick slam into her while her arms snapped out to grab hold of Ino's leg. Sure, she'd have bruises from this move, but if she could take this fight to the ground her weight advantage should end it all quickly.

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One leg caught, Ino was undeterred and she twisted and bent, aiming for Cassandra's head with her elbows.

Flexible? Oh yes.

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Of course bending like that required Ino to get most of her leverage from the leg Cassandra was holding. Most people would simply hold onto the leg, but Cassandra saw Ino's attack coming, and twisted slightly to rob the elbow strike of any serious momentum. Then she spun a bit, rolling toward the ground intending to come out on top of Ino.

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That hurt.

Ino hit the ground hard, losing her breath, and only narrowly avoiding smashing her head on the stone.

"You win." She said faintly, knowing that it'd be beyond foolish to try and continue what was only a spar in her condition.

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Cassandra had already started to let go and roll away after feeling the way Ino landed.

"Good," she said as she got back on her feet. "You move fast, think fast." She nodded in approval, and rubbed at her bruising ribs pointedly. "Just need... practice."

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Okay, the sight of someone else in pain because of something she'd done probably shouldn't have made Ino grin as she sat up, being careful of her wrist, and wincing at the pain in her ribs. But hey, she'd landed a hit! That was fantastic.

Ino made a face, "Back home my team specializes in espionage. I've... got several techniques designed especially for that. Fighting practise isn't something my sensei focused on."

Her bruises were going to be pretty fantastic too. Oh well. They'd heal.

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"That's important," Cassandra agreed. "Better not to be seen at all." She grinned, "Maybe next time we see how good you are at that?"

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Ino's answering grin was vicious. Just a little. "That," she said, "would be my pleasure."

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"You're that good, are you?" Cassandra raised an eyebrow and grinned wider. "I think I'd like to see that sometime."

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"I'm better at sneaking." Ino said, getting to her feet and inspecting her body for aches. "And I'd be delighted to have to judge my skill."

Being tested on another world's standards for sneaky? Crazy fun.

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"You're fast," Cassandra said, knowing that that helped. Then she grinned, "But you'll need to do something about your hair."

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"I've got hair scarves somewhere in my room meant for just that purpose." Ino said. Okay, most some of them were decorative, but she had at least a few in darker colours.

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"Good," she nodded. Then she stepped back to the edge of the roof, looking down the wall where her own room had its window before turning back to Ino, "See you around?"

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"It's a date." Ino grinned at her, gathering up her Ethics notes.

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Cassandra grinned, then dropped off the edge of the roof, heading back down toward her room.