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Oh good! Lip managed to get the other on the ground. He watched the other wheeze then go in for a kick, deciding to just dodge it. He grinned and extended his hand to the other as he panted slightly from his work out. "You're... Quite a worth.. Opponent.." He chuckled a bit. "Names Lip, it's a pleasure to have sparred with you."

Farvardin tilted her head when he flung out another name at first. Hassan? She thought his last name was Rose. She shrugged and then nodded. "Yep. I mean really why have ground rules? If we ever have to fight other people it's not like we're going to stand around for ten minutes discussing ground rules. We're going to fight people who fight dirty if we ever have to fight others." She said.

She kept her defensive pose ready for him to start. However if he didn't start soon she would take the initiative and throw the first punch. Not that she would punch first. Who knows maybe she'll throw out a kick or something. "So yeah.... you going to start anytime soon?"

Hilda was excited to hear they were training in hand to hand combat, for no other reason than that she was usually good at everything she did. Surely combat would come as a natural talent. Walking out to the field, Hilda was already sizing up Preacher. Hilda figured she had at least 2 inches and 25 pounds on her partner. The navy-haired girl should be no serious challenge.

Reaching out to shake hands before the spar, Hilda was caught off guard when Preacher kicked her in the shoulder. The blonde gritted her teeth.

If she's going to play dirty I can too.

Hilda grabbed a fist full of sod and attempted to throw it in Preacher's eyes only to have a gust of wind blow it back into her own eyes. Screaming, she fell to her knees.

Staggering to her feet, dirt streaming down her face like muddy tears, Hilda squared her feet expecting a boxing match type of spar from only to be surprised again when Preacher lunged out and grabbed her hair. Hitting the ground hard Hilda realized this wasn't really a spar as much as it was a fight. Quickly regaining her footing this time, she stood up, straightened up her shoulders and threw a wild haymaker. Instantly Hilda was thrown off balance and the momentum of her fist carried her soaring right past her mark. Once again Hilda found herself face down on the ground. After doing a quick inventory check for anything broken, Hilda hopped right back to her feet and braced herself for Preacher's next attack.

"I'm still getting the hang of these moves. Wouldn't want to do one wrong and hurt myself." Jeong-jae lied with ease, used to making up things for prancing or teasing. He usually lied to cover up a surprise, not usually to spare someone's feelings though. Part of him wondered if he should respect that she'd seen through it and fight for real. Then as she punched back he winced feeling bad for her. The force behind the punch was alright but definitely not as strong as it should be. She was so skinny she probably didn't have a lot of muscle mass in there.

"Okay I'll get more serious." He nodded, deciding to try a bit harder but not go completely all out. She'd earned more effort from him just from the fact that she was trying despite having an obvious weakness. This Hazel Snow was determined not to melt away!

"Bring it on!"

((The wifi here sucks but I trekked up the hill to get a reply in for you!))

Thalea

So Alister was one of his brother's roommates, huh? He'd been pleased with how stunned the taller boy had been just before crashing down like a fallen log but he hadn't expected him to roll him over and sock him in the face. Ouch, that had hurt quite a bit since his arms had been somewhat restrained thus Hwan had been unable to block. Still, this was shaping up to be a good fight and he hopped back up on his feet and wiped at his mouth.

"Oh it's on, pretty boy." Hwan-jae balled his fists up and fell back into stance. Okay maybe his original plan to grapple the guy had been a bad idea with Alister's annoyingly long limbs. That would make punching difficult as well but he'd use his speed as an advantage. The darker haired boy shuffled around the lanky purple guy, encircling him like some sort of dance, looking for an opening. After two circles, Hwan darted forward to aim a punch at the other's chest to knock him back but with two inexperienced fighters, who knew where this was gonna land?

"Take that, you overgrown tree!" Not much of an insult but he didn't know enough about his partner yet to verbally really hit him where it hurt. Immediately afterwards, he sucked his head down to preemptively avoid that mean return hook he'd gotten last time.

((Once again, feel free to have Hwan miss or hit as you like/need. I'm sorry if the post is short or disjointed but I tried to get something out for you! The wifi here is not that great but let me know if you need more to work with. Still on a semi-hiatus 8/1 - 8/5.))

Preacher felt rather... disconnected from this fight. It was funny, in a way, to watch Hilda go down so easily. And the girl even knocked herself down! Was there no one in this walls-forsaken camp that knew how to fight? Well, Preacher imagined Shun knew exactly how to fight, although he was probably best with a knife in his hand. Tapping her foot, she waited for the girl to stagger upwards, mud streaked lightly down her cheeks. Gross.

Alright, maybe the girl just needed extra time. Preacher had pulled a sneak attack on her, but she had expected at least the beginnings of a counter in retaliation. Instead, the navy-haired girl had gotten a wishy-washy bad luck attempt. Preacher could literally do nothing and Hilda would end up knocking herself out. She lunged forward again, feinting with her left fist. Hilda's aqua eyes fixed on that and she never saw the fist to her stomach. Preacher made a sound of disgust and danced back. Luckily for the blonde girl, Preacher had pulled her punch. It wouldn't leave a bruise.

"Yer s**t awful at this. Hows come nobody in this ********' place knows how ta ********' fight?!" She looked at Hilda, and the smile faded from her eyes. Preacher needed a fight that was all bodies against bodies, bruised jaws, blackened eyes. She sighed and crooked a finger at Hilda. "This'un time, I want ya ta come at me, okay? Just try n' punch me any ol' where. ******** class="quote">

The Sweet Llama

"Lillian, then. It's nice to meet you." Larisa nodded, smile softening into something a little more genuine than nervous. At least it had, until she realized that her partner had paused at the admission of her inexperience. Ah, she'd disappointed her, hadn't she? Wincing a little, she fidgeted in place, but just managed to keep in stance rather than give in to the urge to fiddle with a sleeve or strand of hair. At least Lillian was being nice about it, offering her a chance to go first to get more comfortable. Eager to improve the impression she'd made, Larisa shook her head. "I-I'll go first, then, thank you, but...You don't have to just defend if you don't want. We're both supposed to be demonstrating our skills, right? So please feel free to counter."

She took a deep breath, then, gathering her courage and doing a quick mental review of what the instructor had shown them. If she just viewed this as just another job to be done, one more task to complete for the day, it wasn't all that scary, was it? It wasn't a fight, it was a chore to pick up and learn to the utmost efficiency. As nerves began to fade in the wake of a brief surge of confidence, she darted forward, pulling her fist back and launching it at her partner's chest in mimicry of the fist strike Ervette had demonstrated. "I'll adapt!"