The Salle, Saturday

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cassndra hadn't spent much time in the salle, really. It had always seemed too... public somehow (despite the fact that she sometimes practiced on the roof or the lawn, both fairly public places). But she'd been feeling restless lately and... public might well be good. If she were lucky someone might show up she could spar with.

Until and unless that happened she planned to simply go through her morning routine.

[ooc: Open and stuff!]

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[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Um..." Not really. "Sort of."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"You're pretty good at it. I've done some boxing and wrestling and stuff, but not the kung fu." He smiled. "You fight other people like that?"

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." She frowned, "How else would I do it?"

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"I..." He scratched the back of his mullet head. "I dunno."

He struck a pose. "Wanna spar?"

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

One of her eyebrows rose. "Um... really?" She somehow doubted that Jack would present much of a challenge.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack, on the other hand, was actually going to take it easy because you just didn't hit a girl, and he didn't want to win too quickly.


Then again, in Jack's mind, he's ten feet tall and bulletproof.

"Sure!" Smile. Twinkly eyes.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"... okay," she eventually managed. Stepping back she slid into a loose defensive stance, "How serious were you thinking?" Was he looking for some simple tips, serious bruises, or broken bones today?

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Not too serious," he said, jumping and shaking his hands and feet to loosen them. "Not like a real fight, just...practice." Maybe he'd pick up some tips, too. Or give her a few.


Please don't kill Jack. We might need him later. For something. Pretty doorstop, maybe? *evilgrin*

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Whenever you're ready," she suggested without shifting position.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

He grinned and punched at her, intending to miss by a mile as a warmup.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

She didn't even bother moving as she avoided making a dozen different incapacitating strikes. Her face was confused... she thought he wanted to spar...

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Huh. Didn't even phase her. He tried again, a left hook aimed at her jaw. This one would connect.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

If she didn't lean back and lift one arm to lightly push his fist up it would have. She decided she'd wait for him to start taking her seriously before counter attacking.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

....that was supposed to hit. Hrm. He aimed a one-two punch at her gut, putting some force and speed behind it.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

As she slid to the side and brought a hand down to push his arm out of line it occurred to Cassandra to wonder whether Jack had any understanding of how much faster she was than him.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

He blinked. Wow. She's fast! He threw a few more punches, aiming for her jaw and stomach, alternating.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Maybe... maybe this was as serious as he was going to get? Cassandra dodged a few of the punches, and then started throwing hard blocks. The kind that if they land properly leave nasty bruises.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Ow! Hey! He was going easy on her!

He grit his teeth, and started throwing a barrage of quick punches, almost like he was working on the speed bag.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cassandra grinned just a bit. That was more like it. She ducked, weaved, and blocked, managing to avoid taking a serious hit. Then, suddenly, she dropped low and brought her leg around in a sweep aimed at his ankles.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Punch! Punchity punch punch pun--heywaitaminute!

Jack hit the ground, not paying attention to her legs. He looked up at her. Those were nice legs. He shook his head to clear it.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"You can't just watch hands," she offered, stepping back to give him room to stand up.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"And now I know," he said, springing up. He'd have to make sure to watch her legs. Not dirty. Well, okay, no more dirty than a teen boy would be when there's legs involved.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

"Whenever you're ready," she said as she leaned back slightly, watching him to see what he would do next.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Hrm. If she was going do add leg sweeps...then he'd add take-downs! He rushed at her, bent low, intent on grappling her and pinning her.


....not dirty.

[iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com]

Cassandra hesitated for just a moment. Did he really want to make this a ground fight? Apparently that was his plan, and she was willing to accomadate him. She twisted slightly as he came in, planning on rolling Jack across her hip and taking the fight to the ground.