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The Salle, Thursday noonish

After considering what she and Tahiri were going to do, Dinah decided that the salle was a better place for the exercise than the gym would be. No reason for innocent bystanders to get hit by flying Jedi or aspiring crimefighters.

Assuming Dinah could keep a straight face when her sparring partner showed up. For now, she was strapping on shin guards, elbow and knee pads, and protective gloves. If you're going to get tossed into a wall, better to be prepared.

[ooc: for the former Funshine!]

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Tahiri was sporting a bandage on her left foot and a pained expression that had nothing to do with said bandage when she showed up.

"Not one word," she began to say, and coughed. Stupid, stupid high-pitched giggling. Ow.

"What word would that be?" Dinah asked, expression innocent. "Would it be... fun! Or hugs?" She couldn't help giggling, although not reaching the pitch Tahiri had the evening before. "How's your foot doing?"

Tahiri actually growled at that -- it worked fine as a generic growl, at least, since it wasn't likely that many people would recognize it as a mild complaint in Tusken, though she looked like she was trying hard not to smile.

"Foot's fine. If I hadn't promised we'd do this days ago I'd still be in my room, you know."

"I guessed. That's where I'd be," Dinah said, not without sympathy. "I wanted to check on your foot, at least, but you were so out of it--" She tossed Tahiri a pair of gloves, the kind worn by skateboarders and rollerbladers. "I didn't think I'd have any luck talking you down." She grinned. "Did you have fun at the time?"

Tahiri gave the gloves an odd look as she snagged them out of the air. "That wasn't fun. It was freaky." Okay, it had been fun, but she wasn't exactly thrilled about the whole outside behavioral influence thing. "I don't even want to think about how many people Jaina and I tried to hug yesterday."

"See, if you'd been wearing shoes, I would have known you weren't okay right away," Dinah said, putting on her own gloves, then tapping one of the helmets she'd dug out of the equipment closet. "But you were pretty adorable. If downright weird. Was that Jaina? I hadn't met her before." Dinah grinned. "And she probably won't want to meet me again."

~~Oh, you have no idea how much of a bad sign me wearing shoes is. Let's all be glad I wasn't.~~

"She's been bitten before," Tahiri said, and reflected that it was kind of sad, apparently; enhanced reflexes, danger sense and all that, and despite all that Jedi made fantastic gremlin bait. Well, that was one way to bring balance to the Force. "And I am not adorable, and what's with the padding?"

"I figured if we're going to be using telekinesis and the Force when we spar, we might as well be prepared." Dinah grinned. "And if we want to do it no-holds-barred, we shouldn't have to stop for every bump or bruise, right?"

Tahiri looked at her a little oddly. "I'm not going to have padding on in an actual fight," she said, uncertain. "I get the concept, but it's different, that's all."

"I know, and neither will I in real life, but please?" Dinah asked. "I don't know my limits yet. The only times I've been throwing people around before--" She sighed. "I didn't care so much if they got up again. And I can't afford to act like that back in New Gotham most of the time. Throwing a person is different from throwing a couch or a practice dummy." She stood up. "And I don't have that ten-foot jump thing either."

Tahiri considered briefly, then nodded, though she still looked reluctant. "I can't say I like it, but I see your point," she conceded, and at least put on the helmet and gloves. "Not that a little pain bothers . . ."

She trailed off. "Anyway."

Dinah winced, knowing what she had been about to say, after the talk they'd had earlier in the week. "Yeah, I know. But a concussion will get both of us yelled at by everyone and their faculty advisor." She grinned. "So how do we want to do this? Just count how many times one of us hits a hard surface?"

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Tahiri did smile now. "Are we just going to try and throw each other around, then? Because I have a few things I want to work on, besides that."

"Ooo! Sure, what?" Dinah put the helmet on her head, and adjusted the strap under her chin, looking hopeful.

"I could tell you," Tahiri hedged, "or you could find out when you try to come after me. I get the practice, and you get to learn to adjust for things you didn't expect."

"Hmmmmmmmm." Dinah considered that, wondering if Tahiri was going to get a tiny bit of revenge for the hugs-and-fun comments, then decided she could handle it, if that were true. "You're on. On the count of five?"

Not at all, of course. Revenge wasn't very Jedi, was it?

. . . no, in all honesty, Tahiri wasn't thinking retributively. "On five, then," she said, falling into a guard stance. "One, two, three, four, five . . ."

Her eyes were wide and alert, her expression intent, and her Force-senses extending outward to get a read on what Dinah might do.

Which was to thrust out her hand to help her focus her TK more narrowly, and aim a blast at Tahiri that should send her shooting back forty feet into a wall, if she didn't dodge immediately.

Tahiri sensed the movement just before Dinah's hand shot out, but she didn't dodge; instead, she drew on the Force to stick herself to the floor -- not completely, because she still went skidding backward about three meters. That had been a good TK blast. Her feet weren't going to thank her later.

To counter, she brought up her own hand and gestured, shoving hard against the backs of Dinah's knees with the Force.

"Oof!" Dinah pitched forward, hands out to catch herself on the floor-- and sent another shove in Tahiri's direction. Lack of focus made it wider but weaker; hard to dodge, but only able to shove her maybe ten or fifteen feet, if she didn't counter it.

Also, she was going to have to try that hook-around-the-knees movement herself pretty soon. Ow!

It might have been weaker, but the blast still clipped Tahiri and -- since she wasn't trying to stick herself to the floor any more, and that had been dumb -- knocked her off her feet.

Airborne, if only briefly, she used the Force to take control of her trajectory and land on her feet -- then push up, off the floor again, into a high arcing somersault towards Dinah.

Oh crap.

Dinah rolled out of the way, and kept rolling until she could get to her feet, and controlled the impulse to just blast out randomly. Getting exhausted for no reason wouldn't help much, would it?

Instinctively, she fell into a fight-ready stance, turning to face Tahiri.

Tahiri stayed tucked into the somersault until the last moment, uncoiling one leg in a snap-kick as she angled just to one side of Dinah.

Take that, Funshine Bear.

"Owww!" Dinah couldn't help that, because Tahiri got her right in the ribs, yow, and sent her spinning around. That was going to ache tomorrow; she finished the turn and came back around to throw a punch toward Tahiri's head. All her instincts were still channeled toward normal sparring, so...

And duh, let's see if that goes harder with some TK, she thought at the last second, angling a blast along the path of the punch. She'd never tried that before, so her aim was a little shaky, but it was even harder than her first punch had been, since they were close enough to be throwing punches.

Tahiri flashed her a grin -- not one of the disgustingly cute simpering looks her gremlin-bitten self had bestowed on people so readily, but her usual eager and slightly fierce one, tempered with a touch of apology for the kick she'd landed.

She brought one hand up as if to block, but didn't, instead Force-tapping at Dinah's wrist to nudge it sideways as she tried to slip her other elbow inside Dinah's guard.

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