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Having avoided the Training Fields, and mostly all of Deus society for a solid two months, Abbi finally gave into Viveca's groaning and whining and overall loud complaints and trudged the two of them to the sparring place. The walk over felt too long, it had been ages since she was last here, and the sight of the dummies waiting in their little rings did nothing to cheer her spirits.
Frustrated with herself for being so grumpy, as well as lacking in any sense of accomplishment for just leaving her room, the teen set her sights on a particular ring and made her way over. That dummy was going to get the brunt of her frustrations, of her recent decline to Blue Heart Abbi and would dearly pay for being so heavy.

Halfway through inventing a very complex backstory for the dummy involving bank robberies, child abductions, and other nasty things, Abbi pulled up short.
Someone was pointing a gun at her.

Time spent in the real world, with a proclivity to watching lots of movies particularly of the action packed variety, made the girl revert to Squishy Human State where she momentarily feared for her own safety. A second later it kicked in that Abbi was no longer something so easily destroyed by a gun (she hoped).
Before she could even set about being indignant that someone was pointing their weapon at her a much harsher thing happened.

Five seconds of sputtering and wide eyes and foot stomping occurred before Abbi put the stomping feet to good use and clomped over to the woman.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Later tonight she'll have come up with five better responses than that, but at the moment that's what the girl settles on.

For a good long moment Abbi gave the woman a very long, very exaggerated frown before it all made sense.

With a squawk she jumped back and pointed a jittery finger at the pistol toting pirate lady.
"Y-y-y-y-you!! You're the one who-- I can't believe that-- They've grown you know-- Like, its not even factually-- Just so-- Almost a D cup-- You're so mean!"
That was it.
That was the crowning moment that the teen finally stopped her tripping over herself verbally and just screwed her mouth into a tart pout.

Unusually quiet when normally so eager to dish out advice and torment, Viveca said nothing but instead simmered in her headmate's mind. Which meant that Abbi was all on her own. Against this tall, kinda pretty but definitely cooler adult lady.
Super unfair stats, just BTW.
"Like, right now? At this exact moment I'm going to spar against... A dummy or something cause I need to get some training time in. But in general? Like, grand scheme thing? I-D-K trying to make a difference?" Most of the sass she was attempting was drowned amongst indignation, but a hip pop was thrown in for extra measure.

The wayward glance and the smirk was all it took to really work Abbi up into an honest frenzy. She was already tapping out a haughty beat with her toes but that look (How dare she show disdain for the glory that was an eighteen year old's attempt at buxom? How dare this wench actually pass judgement when she was totally wearing a super cute lacy bra that was super adult and super sexy if sexy was defined by a twelve year old?!), oh that look really did it.
"OH I'LL SPAR YOU!" Her voice was all fervor and Mother of Dragons as Abbi summoned her weapon and took a few steps back to swing and sluice it through the air in a dramatic show.
"I don't even bake, so I'll show you what I do best!"

And then she waited.
Because look, she didn't bake and she didn't start fights... But she did finish them.

"What are trainers? Isn't the phrase "don't get your panties in a bunch?" Yes Abbi, you should definitely be shouting angrily about panties.
There was little time to snark about anything else as the girl was shot at. A shriek left her when the bullet hit her shield, but for a second she dropped her anger in favor of fascination.
"Wooooooow! I've never had someone who used a gun shoot at me before, it was always at scary things, I didn't know it was just gonna bounce off like that--" All the frustration is gone, replaced with sincere wonder that Abbi clips at the end because she was supposed to be surly and grouchy about this fight.

So she smushed her eyebrows back down in an angry look and rushed the woman. All her scythe whirling wasn't just for show as she used the end of the pole-arm to hit the woman's leg, then swung the blade around to bounce against her shoulder.
Ha! Take that... Lady!
"What's your name again?" She only sounded half grumpy now.

HP: 48/50
DMG: 9
Charge: 1/3

Part of her struggled to keep up the frustration with this woman, but Abbi snorted a laugh.
"They don't make training underwear. Just training bras." C'mon, she was supposed to believe this lady was all that more adult when she didn't even know that? Yeah, right.
But she switched to a non-threatening mode, one finger rising into the air to explain herself more fully.

"Well, like, guns are an oddity! Haven't you noticed most weapons here are simple or martial in nature?" One foot hooked around the bottom of her scythe to anchor it while she talked, battle momentarily put aside. "Guns are really complex, they got a lot of parts. But I bet you don't have to clean them like a regular gun! But on the other hand, its like really complex. Vivi is a scythe, but there's not a lot of parts-- Oh Vivi, I don't mean it like that sshhhh!"

The gunshot made her flinch, but Abbi peeked back out after a raised arm took the brunt of the hit.
"Got a last name Claude? Division? Ranking? Maybe even favorite color and food, if you're feelin' generous!"

HP: 43/50
DMG: -
Charge: 1/3

"S'not the same thing, those are for babies. Training bras are for tweens." Abbi sighed and rolled her eyes. "If you're not going to take your insults seriously, its probs better you don't bother with them." Unable to stop it, the teen let a devilish smile creep out before a heel kicked at the bottom of her scythe and sent it spinning back into her hands.

The next shot hit Abbi squarely in the left side of her collar bone, hard enough that she squeaked, but did nothing to diminish her smile. A laugh preceded both her attack and words, the pole-arm lashing out to tap at Claude's knee.
"Wow, are they writing our last names on our coats now?" Trying to be extra silly the girl wiggled her eyebrows in a fast fashion at the woman before she took a few quick steps back.
"Just tryin' to be friendly." She added, this time a little more soft, lacking any of her previous snark.

HP: 35/50
DMG: 3
Charge: 2/3

There was no damper to be had, though there was a pause as Abbi lowered her scythe and blinked in perfect innocence.
"But I am talking seriously!" And she was speaking seriously, if still somewhat chirpy in voice.

A shoulder was turned toward the bullet, but it was quickly forgotten in favor of what Claude had to say. The teen once again stood her scythe up in show of non-violence, though this time she kept it clenched in both hands.
"Has someone been rude? I mean, like yeah sure not everyone is sunshine and bunnies like me, but if someone's said something mean..." A frown took over her features, comically childish as she stomped a foot. "Tell me who it was! I'll beat them up!"
{ Yer not doin' such a hot job of beatin' her up, maybe ye should hold off on makin' such a promise }

HP: 32/50
DMG: :T
Charge: 2/3