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"An honest mistake," she purred, which made it more than clear that it had been intentional. She grabbed the blue boxing gloves as they were chucked at her. The expression on her face spoke enough about how much of a surprise this was to Nemesis. Need a hint? There was not a single element of surprise. Nemesis was a repeat-offender. She was sure it ticked off some of the other members of the Blood Moon Court, and honestly that was even more incentive to do it. She'd give herself an award if she managed to piss off everyone in the Blood Moon Court. It'd be five-feet tall, with a silver skeleton perched on the very top.

"Oh, but you said that last time, Ares, and I'm pretty sure I kicked your a**." An impish grin spread across her face, her blue eyes darkening with malicious pleasure. Nemesis liked fighting. It was an excellent way to release all of her pent up anger. Honestly, Ares was one of the best opponents she could find, and intentionally showing up late to a training session was one way to guarantee a shot at kicking Ares' a**.

She accepted the handicap without complaint, as if having the use of only one arm wasn't going to hinder her fighting abilities. It'd be even more beautiful to beat Ares with one arm. It took her a few minutes to tape her left arm to her side, and that too may have been intentional. She loved making Ares wait on her. This was her alternative to drugs, smoking, and drinking. This was the sort of high that Nemesis enjoyed most.

The Senshi of Decay was finally ready, her thin lips having not one loosened from that feral grin. "I hope you don't mind being humiliated, Ares."

((xD! RA, that was exactly how Scylla was coming down the stairs from the balcony she's on. I told Kina that before my first post!))

From experience, Sailor Scylla knew exactly how high the rails were on most of the staircases in her house. She gripped the rails now and planted her bottom firmly on the rail and let go. "Wheee!" it came out of her throat a mix between a giggle and a shriek, and her overall performance as she slid down the polished hardwood rail would have earned her a 7- her landing was off. Terribly off, in fact, as she landed, and proceeded to keep going, landing on her knees instead of her feet.

Sailor Scylla was up on her feet quickly, looking up her nose defensively at anyone around who was taller than her- or shorter, for that matter. "Oops." she told Ares.

And then Nemesis walked in- late, mind you, and a perfect distraction- and Ares pounced on her. Oh dear, here it would go. Scylla's heels clicked on the floor as she made her way over to Sirius, and gave the other Court member a smile that was deceitfully pleasant. In about 5 minutes it wouldn't be. "We'll watch them fight if you want to for a bit, and then we'll get started. What are you up for today, practice-wise?"

A blonde was walking in; Euterpe, her memory told her. Another she'd seen at meetings. She nodded at him briefly, wondering who would pick him up for round two.

"Don't make it sound like you're the one who trained me, and are the sole cause of my greatness." She was a cocky creature, full of confidence that had likely only been nurtured by her membership in the BMC. Nemesis had been in the game for a while now, she had taught herself how to fight, how to survive. Sure, she had picked things up from the Dream Team (especially team work), but Nemesis would never admit it. "I taught myself, kiddies," she directed towards the new cadets. The senshi thoroughly believed that it was okay to mess with Ares, and undermine her authority a little bit, up to a certain point.

Nemesis had yet to reach that point.

She followed behind Ares, though when they made it to the ring, Nemesis was the first to enter it. At least this wasn't a wrestling match, Nemesis did not want to be reminded of the disaster the last wrestling match she was in had become. Nemesis did not want to be reminded that she had failed to get a crystal. She wanted one, and there may not have been a more legitimate reason than the fact that everyone else wanted one too.

Ares had just entered the boxing ring, and it started. Nemesis didn't wait for a 'go', she didn't wait for Ares to further prepare herself for the fight. She was in the ring, and goddamn, she was Nemesis' now. With how often they sparred, Ares might not have been surprised by this surprise attack.

The Senshi of Decay surged forward, body angled just a little to the side to make herself a smaller target. At least she wasn't fighting more dirty from the get-go. She threw an honest punch towards Ares' face.

(( STARTING HP: 12 ))

Albali had been the silent observer for all this, something that was sometimes rather uncharacteristic for the sarcastic and outspoken senshi. But she had already gone through her paces with Ares that night, and was not entirely keen about revealing her attack so soon. More and more, the Senshi of Echoes was feeling more like a kept secret and didn't think it was exactly wise to anyone who walked through the door what she could do.

So instead, the ribbon-wrapped senshi had perched on a table with one of her many multi-colored clipboards and handy-dandy senshi cellphone. The thing was not nearly half as useful as her Blackberry, and Eilian would have cut off her leg for a Filofax that could hold senshi information. However, she was intelligent enough to realize that not only was that grossly inefficient, it was a breech of confidentiality. No, she would not at all be a good lawyer if she started such a lax practice now! So instead, the blank paper on the board had been quickly filled with nicknames and initial observations. Ares was clearly Smoke, Zirconia was Kitty, Scylla had been a challenge. Eventually she'd settled on Calamari and hoped that no one realized what she was doing by labelling Nemesis as PIA (Pain in a**).

Her braided pigtails bounced once when Ares called out an instruction in her direction and her head snapped up, a ribboned arm saluting while scribbling. "On it." Scuffed, inky character shoes tapped briskly on the marble floors as that same head poked out of a door and addressed the Parallel guardian. "Zirconia? Ares is asking for you. Would you like to hop up?" Though still unsettled about the fact that not only was she talking to a cat and it liked to talk back, the Senshi of Smoke had a good deal of respect for this kitty. Albali could only do the same. After all, Fallon wouldn't trust in an actual fallacy.

It was very true that Nemesis could get under Ares's skin like no one else. Perhaps it was because they were similar, in this way. When Ares had been just another senshi of the parallel court, she often had this effect on her peers. Now that she was the one in charge, it was her turn to get her own cage rattled, apparently.

Well, fine.

It was perhaps not a coincidence that Ares had suddenly demanded boxing be something that they train. After her disappointing show in the Don Diablos competition (which she did not breathe a word about to anyone else), the senshi of smoke had taken a sudden voracious liking to punching things. Nemesis seemed like just as good a target as any.

Ares placed one hand on the rope and swung her leg in first. She had barely stood when Nem raced toward her, one hand tied to her side. The senshi of smoke tried to dodge left, but she misjudged the distance and ending up hitting the ropes with nowhere to go. The punch hit her square in the jaw -- definitely not the best start.

"Lucky shot," she spat, diving forward. Both arms wrapped around Nemesis, and she brought a series of right hooks swinging at her kidneys.


HP: 10 - 3 = 7
(( Lower starting stat from being tired after working out. ))

"I never really fought successfully," she said, emphasizing the last word of that. Sure, when she used her ability and some sort of blunt object as a weapon, she was able to win some battles. But with her fists? Not so much. She had been planning on changing her battle strategy. Try dealing some damage with her own might before relying on her ability. She gave Nemesis a quick glance, the one who gave her this advice. Right before they cracked a youma's head open with a rock. Fun times!

"The Negaverse will underestimate me?" she asked, a bit surprised. Perhaps she was underestimating herself, or Birhan was overestimating Requiem's might. Surely with training, she could make the Negaverse cry in fear. She thought about Birhan's tips - a few jabs, then a punch.

"Do you mean like this?" she asked, taking a step back to make more room as she got in position. She made three jabs with her left fist and then a punch with her right fist with a slight step forward, though this movement almost threw her off balance, but she managed to save herself. It felt easy punching air, but she imagined it might hurt her to punch a solid object like that. She knew that it hurt when she punched her computer monitor. "Is it going to hurt?"

She knew a that's what she said joke was bound to be said, so she continued on awkwardly after a pause. "...to punch something?"