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The Dorm Stairwell, Monday Afternoon

Reno was antsy today. And antsy was not always the wisest state of being for Reno to remain in. He could try to drink it off, but drinking while he was feeling like this usually led to brawling, and he was trying to avoid being kicked off the island, here.

So he went with his other option- burn it off.

This was why Reno was running laps up and down the stairs of the dorms.

[[Open, of course. It's a stairway. :O ]]

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That first punch was easy to dodge, but that kick was a bit trickier. Instead of coming in for another shot, she had to step back to open up the distance between them so that she didn't get hit.

"You know," Reno said, a smirk on his lips, "you can stop dodging and let me hit you any time now." He ducked down low and jogged up the stairs to attempt another kick, then maybe a couple of punches.

He liked punching, too.

She supposed that she could, and her answering smirk was dangerous. The kick was dodged, and the first punch or two blocked, but then she dived forward again. It wasn't that she had to take the hit, it was just that doing so would let her set up a punch-kick-punch combo that was much harder to stop if she let the punch take her in the gut.

So that's what she did. It was a good punch, and she grimaced as she took it, but she didn't slow down.

Whoop, now she was throwing decent punches, and being lower on the staircase found him at a disadvantage when her kick caught him in the hip and sent him thumping down a couple of steps, behind-first.

Oh, his pride.

His pride, of course, was what had him getting up despite the bruise on his ass and trying to get around her so that he could see what advantages he could gain from the higher ground.

Cassandra saw what he was doing, and she was impressed. Moving to the high ground was a good tactical choice, after all. She decided that she was curious enough to see what he'd do to let him have it, but she wasn't going to make it easy.

With a quick shift in position she set things up so that he could make it past her, but he'd have to take a shot somewhere to do it.

Reno saw what she was doing, here.

Reno didn't much care. He was used to taking a few shots to get the advantage. The prospect of another bruise on his ass didn't scare him off.

Well, if he were willing to take it, he could take it. Cassandra lifted a hand to beckon him up the stairs and threw a kick intended to catch him on the thigh. Nothing too bad, just another bruise.

Then she'd see what he would do with the high ground.

Yep, he and his thigh were expecting that, and while he'd grit his teeth a little, it didn't cause him to stumble terribly.

In fact, the moment his next foot hit the staircase, he swung around with a kick of his own, hoping to catch her in the back before she could get herself turned around.

Fortunately for Cassandra, she'd been expecting that. As soon as her kick had landed solidly she'd pulled back and skipped down five or six stairs to open the distance between them. As his kick missed her she flashed Reno a smirk.

Ow. Oh, ow.

"You," Reno said, his shoulders heaving ever so slightly as he caught his breath, "must do this often, yo."

Impressed, Reno? ... Maybe a little.

"Since before I could walk," she agreed. "And I cheat."

"Must'a been cute, runnin' around in diapers, kickin' ass." He was totally fine. He was just going to lean against the railing because it looked good. "We're gonna have to do this again sometime, yo."

"Not cute," she corrected. Reaching for her sleeve, she rolled it up and pointed to one of the many scars on her upper arm. "First scar." Her voice was flat, but mostly matter-of-fact about it.

"This your idea of flirtin'?" Reno raised an eyebrow as he looked at the scar. "Very nice."

Cassandra blinked and stepped back. "I..." her head tilted, "Is this flirting?" she asked.

"I'm doubtin' it, yo." Reno smirked and gave a shake of his head. "Normally when I flirt, I win."

"Oh," Cassandra looked and sounded relieved. "Good."

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The Dorm Stairwell, Monday Afternoon

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