-Take that as a yes? Meet you at the Big Belly Burger on the Boulevard?
-Take that as a yes? Meet you at the Big Belly Burger on the Boulevard?
"I'm ... unsure. Good fighter. Good sparring partner. Good for training. Can't read him. He watches. Sees something. Can't tell what though."
“Hm.” He reached behind him and grabbed two Kali sticks off of the wall.
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Fortunately the woman was a veritable encyclopaedia of martial arts.
She fired herself sidelong, her hands finding the ground as she tucked into a low cartwheel, a capoeira aú to maneuver around him quickly and avoid getting pressed to the edge of the floor by his Wing Chun.
“Hm.” He reached behind him and grabbed two Kali sticks off of the wall.
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She'd twist her torso away from him, taking his trapped leg with her to force him off balance, swinging her own leg at his grounded one if needed to trip him.
"Not going to hit."
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She'd seen him. She'd studied him. When they had last sparred she knew nothing of him. Now she knew more than enough.
"Then try," she said with a grin.
The last time he sparred with Cassandra was the most fun he had in a long time. She was fast and sharp witted. Her punches packed power behind them. She understood the true nature of Martial Art. To flow.
The last time he sparred with Cassandra was the most fun he had in a long time. She was fast and sharp witted. Her punches packed power behind them. She understood the true nature of Martial Art. To flow.
"You would?" A challenge. She'd seen him fight enough now.
The last time he sparred with Cassandra was the most fun he had in a long time. She was fast and sharp witted. Her punches packed power behind them. She understood the true nature of Martial Art. To flow.
He nodded. “I hope I’m not intruding. I just wanted to see you, friend.”
He turned to look at her training set up, then at all the broken boards and deflated bags on the floor. “I’m very impressed.”
He walked over to the center of the mat, then put his hands up. “But
—
"No," she said. "Busy."
She was, admittedly, terrible at maintaining any kind of social life.
He removed his shoes and stepped on to the mat, walking over to where she was. “Have I done something to upset you?”
He nodded. “I hope I’m not intruding. I just wanted to see you, friend.”
He turned to look at her training set up, then at all the broken boards and deflated bags on the floor. “I’m very impressed.”
He walked over to the center of the mat, then put his hands up. “But
—
He removed his shoes and stepped on to the mat, walking over to where she was. “Have I done something to upset you?”
The flow lasted for a while and by the time it finished the weave of the punching bag seemed suspiciously thin, as though one more might tear it open.
"Why are you here?" she asked without looking, grabbing a towel to dab her sweating forehead.
He removed his shoes and stepped on to the mat, walking over to where she was. “Have I done something to upset you?”
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