fandomhighdorms | Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

"Hey, guys," said Zack once people seemed more or less assembled for today's reserves meeting. "Since we're working on getting involved in some more in-depth exercises in the future, I thought that maybe keeping it simple today would be for the best. You more or less know one another by now, I think, but do you know how the other people here in the group work?" He grinned a bit, and then shrugged. "Unarmed sparring. Grab a partner and go at it. Don't do anything to seriously hurt your partner, though. I want to see you going for grabs and holds and light contact, but not force. We want our crew in one piece, here. And if someone does get hurt, come see me. I have potions, or else I can help haul your butt to the clinic."

The look that he was wearing was one of those very serious looks that suggested that he would be very displeased if it came down to hauling anyone's butt to the clinic, okay. And considering the bouncy puppy that he was a semester ago, it probably seemed all the more severe if you happened to know Zack.

"Before we get started, I want to announce the other two leaders who will be stepping up to help me lead the group. Jak and Kennedy both have some excellent ideas about further training exercises, and they've both agreed to take leadership roles here, and so if you see them be sure to give them a pat on the back, or at least a little respect, okay?"

Whatever your idea of respect was.

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One second she was aiming for a kick, the next Asuna found herself flying through the air. "Aaaaaaah!"

Triela hadn't expected that to work, actually. And she definitely wasn't used to doing it with heels. She stumbled, losing her balance as she let go of Asuna and almost tumbling to the ground.

As soon as she fell to the ground, Asuna popped back up. "Okay, I guess, I'm not that good yet."

"Don't worry about it," Triela shook her head angrily. She wasn't mad at Asuna, just at herself. That had been a stupid mistake.

"You alright?" she managed to remember to ask.

She nodded, "Don't worry, I'm a lot tougher than I look and it lloks like your the same too."

Asuna fell back into a stance. "Shall we go on?"

Triela took a deep breath and nodded. "Sure."

She wasn't going to quit if Asuna wanted to keep going. It'd be like an admission of weakness.

Or something.

Asuna was stubborn, the Class Rep actually called her bullheaded violent monkey. But she also knew a spar was just a spar and didn't take anything personally.

"Let's go," she charged Triela hoping she would get one more hit in.

"Whenever you're ready," Triela offered with a smirk as she danced backward, waiting to see what Asuna was going to do with all that momentum.

Since brawling is what her fights with Ayaka amounted to, she decided to stick with that and throw caution to the wind. She rushed Triela and swung her right hand for a swift roundhouse punch.

Well... points for effort, at least. But the move wasn't exactly a surprising one, except in how normal it was. Triela swung an arm down to block the punch and tried to get her leg out in order to trip Asuna on the way by.

Her palm stung from the block, though. All that momentum meant that Asuna hit hard.

And there Asuna went, tripping over and falling to the ground. Winded, stunned more by the fall than anything else.

"Oh. Ow." Asuna blinked and blinked. She was stubborn but she also knew when to cry Uncle. There was no need to continue on over a friendly spar.

"It's dangerous to be too predictable," Triela pointed out, no unkindly. "Unless you have enough of a speed or strength advantage that it doesn't matter if the person you're going after knows what you're doing."

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