Only on social occasions... (Open)

[Sara Quinn]

Sara felt the adrenaline rushing through her brain. This was... amazing~! At 259, she had been at the bottom, shark bait. She had barely stood a chance against anyone, and now here she was! Clearly in a position of strength. It was amazing. It was going to her head. She had thrown him into a wall... Now she felt bad...

How many times had that happened to her? She hated it. It was degrading and... it sucked. And here she was abusing her superiority. ~Teehee... superiority...~ She had seen the look on his face though as he tried to work through what he was going to do. That was a good thing. He had some potential. It was amazing to see that. She wondered if anyone had ever seen that in her.

She flinched when he slammed into the wall with a thud. That had sounded painful. It probably had been. Very much so. She didn't move though. Instead, she watched him roll to the side and get into a crouch. She didn't want to seriously hurt him. At least not to bad. She just wanted to show him who was boss... ~Which she was~ She had an urge to help him, to show him what he was up against here. In other words~Make him her ~~bitch~~~

She would wait to see what he did. She wasn't going to lose this fight, she refused to. So if he wanted to stop, she would give him a chance to. If he wanted to keep going, he could bring it on, and she would happily continue beating him to a pulp. She smiled, going on the defensive, arms slightly in front of her, feet planted firmly.

[Andy]

She wasn't moving.
Andrew studied her posture and watched her facial expressions go through...some changes, although they were hard to tell. He still felt slightly lost, confused by her random motives to attack people. Well, it didn't matter. He had nothing against her for being his sparring partner, although this felt more like a real fight than just practice. Practice- ha! Real life practice.

He remained on the defensive, waiting for her to move. Maybe he could try a feint and go for a strike. What bothered him the most, however, were the slight changes which took place. Sara seemed much more...eager this time around. Well, no kidding...he could feel the adrenaline as well. She was strong- surprisingly so for a young female who he had expected to be moderately...well...weak. This school was definitely odd. Maybe he would watch out for more people like her next time around.

He could feel the slight regret which had built up in his chest. He couldn't win this fight, probably- she had much more experience, speed, and a good amount of will. What should he do next? Maybe he could go for one more attack- just one more.

Relaxing himself, Andrew stood up and placed his hands, palms open and directed toward each other, with his elbows slightly bent, with the right in front of the left. This position would be good for covering most of his upper and middle body. He would need to watch out for his lower legs, especially the ankles. That trip was painful, he didn't need to take a second dose of punishment to learn.

Remaining calm, he slowly walked towards her. His eyes seemed to close slightly, as if he was falling asleep. Think chess....calculate, defend, attack, counter-attack, fork, and placement... He had to concentrate.

[Sara Quinn]

Well then... She guess it was her move. He had managed to pick himself up, all the while watching her like a hawk. She would love to know what he was thinking, even just for a second. To see what little thoughts were buzzing around in his brain. She wondered if he hated her for this. She hoped not, because she would love to be friends with him afterwards. Speaking of which, hadn't he mentioned something about lunch? Mmm... She was getting hungry...

She snapped back to reality, remembering she was in a fight. Spacing out during a fight was a bad idea. His hands raised in front of him, palms open. So he had some idea of how to defend. Very nice~ And he seemed to be conscious of the unprotected areas of his body. That was a plus as well. Good for him~!

He began to walk towards her, his eyes closing slightly. Well that was... interesting. What was he doing...? She was confused by this, but it looked like he was concentrating. Seems he did want some more~

Right then. Her turn. She smiled, trying to think of what she could do to him. She didn't want to hurt him, only see how well he protected himself. She suddenly shot forward, using all her speed to catch him off guard.

Her left arm shot forward to grab his left wrist. This would place her arm over his right, making him unable to lift it in time. It would have to be drawn back towards him, under her arm, and then over to stop her right hand. Her right hand would shoot towards his head, palm open to.......~!

Slap him gently on the forehead with the heel of her hand! >D *Pillsbury Doughboy~!*

[Andy]

The situation proved itself to be much more tricky than he would have imagined. Her speed, coupled with her advance made her a speedy adversary. Furthermore, he watched as she grabbed his left with her left, and place his right arm and hand under guard. Hmm....

He had to act quickly. He didn't know what would happen next, but he had to take the risk and the chance. Turning his left hand inward, he latched onto her wrist and clamped his hand on it firmly. Her right hand shot forward, and he knew he wouldn't be able to block it. Plus, his right hand was unable to lift upward, however it did move forward aimed as a punch toward the inner right side of her body. At that instant, he jerked his head forward -headbutt- into her palm and moved against the force. His body would move forward, as his left arm bent towards him and his left foot planted itself on the inside of her left foot, thus closing the gap- and leaving him with somewhat of a painful forehead.

His last trump card.

The proximity would be unbearable, however it was the best thing to prevent some crazy charges- which she could do.

[Sara Quinn]

She felt him grab a hold of her wrist and then his head slammed forward, meeting her palm. His hand had moved forward, a punch landing to her inner right hip. It stung, hitting the bone, and she hissed in a breath.

But his attempt made her smile. He had effectively stopped her from charging him again. She wasn't going to bother trying to break the grip he had on her wrist. There were easier things to try.

She figured a trip would work nicely. She would have to be quick though, because it involved supporting herself on one leg. Her right foot would quickly lift and moved forward to hook around his leg. She would be safe with this, sweeping her leg wide. Because she couldn't see the position of their legs, a wide sweep would allow her to either catch his right leg, or, if that was out of her reach, then catch his left.

She would support herself by using his grip on her, and her leg would pull his inwards. And then her body would simply fall forward, pushing against him, and hopefully dropping him.

If she couldn't drop him from the front, then she would shift her weight to the side and simply drop, and bring him down with her. Either way~? They were both ending up on the floor again, she was damned and determined. But that didn't mean he couldn't get out of it, and MAN~Would she be proud of him if he did~!

[Andy]

His trump card had been tossed out the window. A small smile, full of weariness and nervousness, appeared on Andrew's face as he watched the sequence of movements play into another leg sweep. He had half-expected this movement from her, however there was no avoiding the reaper.
In spite of this, he tightened his legs, and felt her swing crash into his calves.

Ouch.

However, the leg's motion wouldn't stop there. It continued through, causing his left leg to lose balance. No matter what he did now, he would hit the floor. His grip on her was still there, as was her grip. So both of them would fall, however the best option now was to determine how they would fall. If he fell with his back to the floor, once more, he would not come out of this battle with mere scratches and bruises.

So, he decided to turn. Pushing his right side forward and to the left while turning his waist and legs, he hoped to make the brunt of the force land on her. While doing so, he moved his left hand and the grip on her wrist, towards the ceiling, which was now above them.

And they would crash.

[Sara Quinn]

They dropped, her body taking the brunt of the force. She hit the ground with an oomph, the air knocked from her lungs. She was so sick of having the air knocked from her like this. Really. Couldn't lungs like... oh she didn't know... explode or something from things like that? She really didn't want her lungs to explode. That would kind of suck. She was losing her concentration here, her focus shifting from one topic to another, her mind wandering from the fight. She wondered why this sometimes happened to her. It kind of sucked. A lot.

As for Andy here, who had controlled the way they fell, she wasn't worried about him, even if he was in the upper position here. She was getting quite cocky for sure, wasn't she? He had moved her hand, which he had his grip on towards the ceiling. Well that was fine. She wanted a moment to catch her breath, and she otherwise ignored him as she took a few deep breaths. She didn't know what he meant by this, but she could wait.

Her gaze fell to him finally and she smiled, a laugh building inside her. This was funny! She didn't know what was so funny, but she found something extremely amusing. He would probably think she was crazy of something when she suddenly just burst into laughter in the middle of their fight. Well that was fine, maybe it would stir him up a little, make him angry. He might actually try to hurt her then.

So she did. She started to laugh. And you know what?~ It felt good.

[Andy]

Well, the fall had worked and she had taken most of the damage. However, he wasn't in perfect condition either- due to his left shoulder smashing into the floor. Now both his shoulders felt pretty painful. And he would be unable to bear the pain any longer- honestly.

He winced and closed his eyes for a moment. It felt nice, closing his eyes and allowing the soothing darkness to carry him away for a short while. Really...aside from the pain and the laughing-
Laughing?

Sara was laughing quite heartily. Confused, Andrew didn't know what to think- why was she so happy when she had clearly taken the brunt of the blow? Maybe she hit her funny bone or twisted a nerve somehow. She could be masochistic- which would make her quite scary...and creepy. Scary and creepy. Well. He was out of breath. Call it a day. He exhaled slowly and let go of Sara in order to stand up.

"Let's call it a day- you're far better than me. And both of my shoulders feel like they're about to fall off."

[Sara Quinn]

"Let's call it a day- you're far better than me. And both of my shoulders feel like they're about to fall off."

She watched him stand, her laughter continuing to fill the hall. She ha won. Oh wow. She had won. This was great. She sighed, pushing herself to her feet, her laughter slowly dying down.

She looked at him, really looked at him. Cute kid. He was good, a lot of potential. The only problem? How strong the new transfers were. He had very little chance against any of them. She thought of Mathew. Ya. Some wouldn't care if he didn't fight. He needed to learn. But not now. Now was time for food~

She held out her hand, smiling at him. "You fought well. Really well. I'm Sara. Still up for lunch? I'll buy." The moment he grabbed her hand she would hold it, not letting go. She would then turn and drag him down the hall. It didn't matter if he wasn't hungry, she wanted to get to know him better, and thus, he would come to lunch with her. It was simple.

[Andy]

"You fought well. Really well. I'm Sara. Still up for lunch? I'll buy."

Well, things seemed to have gone well. At least there were no lingering feelings of animosity between them. Although he didn't enjoy the sudden changes in tempo, pace, or whatever you want to call it, he went along with it. It was a nice change from the monotonous pace of everyday life.

As he was spirited away by Sara, he glanced over his shoulder rather awkwardly at Rem who was left behind. He wanted to ask Sara about Rem, but he decided to drop it instead. He didn't know why- just felt that it would be the right thing to do.