1383/Everybody was kung fu fighting

Everybody was kung fu fighting
Date of Scene:	26 April 2020
Location:	Oyama's dojo on the Lower East Side
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Alexander Aaron, Rose Wilson

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Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "So what do you do for fun?"

    The youth had asked that, casually, lightly, with a curious look to his features as he had walked back and away from the young woman in the dog park. Perhaps he shouldn't have asked, for what Rose Wilson considered fun, a lot of other folks considered work.

    There was a rush of movement, the twist of the world around him, and then a heavy /whabam!/ as his back hit the mats heavily, causing his features to twist into a slight grimace as he rolls with the motion, slapping a hand hard upon the fabric of the mat, distributing the power of the throw's impact. But when he looks up the smirk that's on Rose's features is pretty damn clear. Alright, this might be fun.
    The room they're in was old, well-used, tended to well. Oyama's dojo on the Lower East Side hidden in a three story walk up in what used to be a textile mill. Inside it was industrial looking, though padded. Small images of tigers and dragons mark the walls, a shrine settled back. The floor was hard wood save where people trained and there it was padded. The place had the scent of fifty years of settling wood and cement as well as the tang of athletes working, bleeding, and sweating there for long hours.
    A perfect training hall to be fair.
    Rolling back up to his feet, Alexander rolls a shoulder and winces a little as he turns to face her, "Your technique is clean."

Rose Wilson has posed:
The perfect sort of place for people who might be just a little faster, just a little stronger, probably a lot more destructive than normal people. More room. More space to spread out, less walls to knock down.

There is certainly nothing objectionable about it to Rose, at least. There is a flicker of a smirk, then she wipes that expression off her face as she starts to circle around him, "Oh, thanks."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Squaring back up with her, Alexander smirks a little, lip twisting up into a half-smile as he settles back into stance and extends one hand in her direction, hips turning subtly as he eases himself into a comfortable balance. Those pale blue and jade green eyes narrow as he focuses again and matches her step for step, turning as she circles.
    "You have a smidge of a tell though." And as he speaks he steps forward, a step, two.
    And then in the next instant there is the rush of movement, the short snap of fabric from his sweat pants is heard in the air as he twists, leg slicing up through the air, chambering, then firing the knife's edge of his foot toward her side even as he turns and uncoils into a blurringly fast series of strikes.

Rose Wilson has posed:
It is probably cheating, but no one ever survives by only fighting fair. He might have the edge on her speed wise, but she's a lot faster then someone that is plain and normal should be. And it's not just //speed// that she uses to her advantage, either.

Instead she seems to be able to guess where he might go and is already moving to counter the strikes. It's not that they don't land, because they do. She's not that fast. Instead it is that she's there, //waiting// for those hits. "Everyone has a tell."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    It's a steady pace, a clean rhythm of back and forth as he advances, trying to keep her honest, to keep her guard up with the occasional strike. Dropping low to try and slice her balance out from under her with a sweeping kick that whispers across the fabric of the mats, seeking to catch the back of her ankles, he knows that most of his attacks won't connect or at least connect cleanly. But it's holding the initiative... getting her to do what he wants to do that's important.
    At least that's the idea. His eyes hold her gaze as he murmurs, "Yeah?" Another turn as he steps in, an elbow lifting to try and catch her side before he follows up with a knee, though not moving at full speed or full intensity. Since really, they're sparring after all.
    "What's mine?"

Rose Wilson has posed:
This time she takes the hit, letting the elbow come through to slam into her side, but it all for something in the end. While she takes the hit, and his knee comes up she reaches towards him. Her hands grab him and use his movements to pull him towards her with a hard, almost angry movement as her own knee comes up quickly. Anyone who spent any time watching people fight, or fighting themselves, might get the idea of where her knee is heading before she slams it into his lower stomach.

"Why would I tell you? Then you'll watch your movements."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    For a moment she pulls him close and digs her hand into the fabric of that t-shirt. Her knee comes up and she'll feel the impact /hard/ into his side even as his hand reaches down to catch that extension of her leg. And for an instant there, it might seem like they're almost dancing, held close, the intensity exertion and grim determination.
    Then there's a twist and suddenly he turns to try and take the both to the mat, landing /hard/ upon the side and trying to steal the dominant position with one hand seeking to control her with a hand in her collar, and a knee trying to dig into her inner thigh.
    There's a moment where they're both very close, able to feel the blaze of heat from their bodies near, his eyes meeting hers as he growls. "Afterwards then."
    And that's the moment he tucks in and tries to lock in a choke from the front unless she can twist free.

Rose Wilson has posed:
No attempt is made to twist free, instead with his position she goes for something different. Sometimes you've got to take a hit, accept the damage, all so that you can get that upper hand.

Theoretically, at least.

The knee that he tries to dig into her thigh finds nothing but the mat as she moves her leg, rocking her hips up as she pulls the leg up to try and hook it around his neck. His attempt to choke her just means that his arm is there, and that his head and neck are a lot closer to her for the manuver. If it works, at least.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    The youth is good at grappling, even as he feels her shifting against him, that leg slithering out of his control and then hooking up over his shoulder as she pulls his arm down toward her. But he knows the movements of sankaku-jime, she needs to hook that other leg in, get her foot behind her knee to lock in the choke.
    He resists, his free hand pressing hard on the top of her other leg's thigh to try and hold it back, even as he twists to try and turn her hips away so it's harder for her to lock down that choke. There's a rasp of fabric as his bare foot slides over the mats as he tries to gain some leverage, forcing her to lift her hips into the air.
    It's a quick movement, rough in its execution if he can keep his balance.

Rose Wilson has posed:
That is a very reasonable approach, and probably one that works quite well with people. She resists, of course, but resistance only goes so far before she goes against every rule in the book about fighting fair.

Nevermind that what she does is against any sense of proper sparring that anyone could ever have, and it's enough to get her kicked out of most reputable places. She goes for the nose, her fingers curling to try and hook him like he was a fish, because that is a tactic that would stop most anyone in their tracks. Also a huge foul.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Indeed, totally cheating as she digs her hand in and grabs his nostril. And if this was a real fight... she likely would have torn it clean open as he scowls. But it gives him an opening as she grabs hold and he draws his head back, building that tension. Yet it exposes her arm and suddenly his grip is around her wrist, one foot stepping through between her legs and over to beside her shoulder...
    And abruptly he twists, grabbing that arm and /falling/ to the mats hard with it, able to free himself from the grip on his nose and slamming himself back down on the mats, one leg across her throat, the other across her chest as he levers that arm against his inner thigh...
    Then he presses up /hard/ with his hips, starting to extend that joint but holding long enough to give her a chance to tap out.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Either he pops her joints out or she taps out. It's not the world's best choice to make, because both puts a person on the losing side. And Rose hates to lose a fight.

But luckily enough, this isn't a real fight, so tapping out should be okay, shouldn't it? She couldn't //possibly// tap out as a way to cheat her way to winning, could she? Probably not, although once the position and danger to her arm is realized, she surprisingly taps out fast. Her other hand slams against the mat a few times.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Once she taps he's no slouch in releasing his grip. His strong hands let go of her arm almost instantly as he lowers his hips and then rolls up to a seated posture, one leg extended as he winces a little and rubs at his nose. He tries to clear it a few times, then pushes his forearm across it as he grimaces across the way at her.
    "That was kinda mean." But then he adds with a twist of a smile, "But kinda hard core too." Since he is learning things matching against her. A few things here or there to be fair.
    He then pushes himself to his feet and walks over to offer her his hand if she needs help getting up. But either way he pushes past to head over to where his gym bag is left, crossing those mats with faint whispery steps and then undoing the zipper with a metallic whir. A bottle of water is taken out, then he offers another to her.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Lucky for him she doesn't kick him when he releases her. Or gets up and stabs him. Or shoots him. Or any other number of dastardly, underhanded things that she might do. Might even be playing through the probability in her mind and making the choice for her next move off what results she comes up with.

Once she gets to her feet she brushes her hands off on her pants, smoothing them out before she shakes her head at the offer of a bottle of water, "I'm fine." She moves over to where she's tossed a small towel earlier, grabbing it to start wiping at her face, "You take every chance you have to get the upper hand in a fight, no matter how underhanded."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Yeah," Alexander says as he takes another swallow of water and then tosses the bottle back upon his bag, leaving it there for now. He starts back out onto the mats, walking with an easy step as he takes a moment to pull on the collar of his shirt and lift it up to wipe at his sweaty brow, still a glistening sheen of exertion seen on his handsome features.
    "I mean, I know it, and when I'm in a real fight, I don't have... hesitation." But then he looks across the way to her, "But it's hard for me to train that way against someone."
    A beat, then he adds, "I don't want to hurt you after all."
    Then there's a slight grin, "I mean, not cuz I like you or anything. Just it takes forever for people to heal and I hate having to train up new sparring partners."

Rose Wilson has posed:
There is a flatly amused look cast towards him when he says that he doesn't want to hurt her, and his reasons for not wanting to hurt her. Or his "not" reasons, as it were. "Sure."

The towel is pulled around until it is draped across the back of her neck, a hand on either end of it as she tilts her head, watching him, "You don't need to hold back with me. Whatever you could possibly dish out couldn't be the worst I've encountered before."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    A small 'heh' slips from him and he eyes her sidelong. But then he nods as the mat crunches softly under his bare feet. Once out there he lifts a knee to his chest and holds it there, loosening up a small knot that had been bugging him. "Yeah, still." Needless to say he doesn't seem convinced. But at that point he's settled back out onto the mats, then nods to her as he uncurls a hand in her direction. "Did you want to continue or had enough for the day?"
    As he asks that he lifts a hand to rub at the back of his neck and then rolls a shoulder. It had been a good few hours of training, and he probably would have a few bruises of his own once they'd wrapped up.

Rose Wilson has posed:
"Haven't had enough, yet?" Rose does seem to be mildly surprised by that, but she then shrugs her shoulders, "Maybe some other time. We've already been at this a while. Wouldn't want to break something before your big murder spree."

Rose moves to grab her back, picking it up to sling it around a shoulder, "But we should do this again sometime."