she's got the jack (copia) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-12-27 16:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, aisling wilde, vereessa lan |
Everybody was kun-fu fighting...
Who: Lan & Ash
What: Lan wants to make sure she’s back to being on top form. She’s not.
Where: Some arena/gym/training place thingy idk.
When: Backdated to December 10th
Rating: Safe
Status: Complete
It had been Lan’s idea.
She wasn’t sick anymore, but was weak. Pretty damn weak actually. Getting better, yet not fast enough. It would never be fast enough for her anyway. Truth to be told, things would never be too fast for her. So she had called one of the few people that she trusted not only to appear weak around her, but also to beat the shit out of her if needed.
So there she was, dressed to spar, feeling still a bit sore but decided to give a fight. Now she only needed to wait for Ash and not chicken out.
Ash had gotten the request and agreed without thought. After all, it would be a good way to work off some steam, and she needed some sort of distraction after everything that had happened. And it wasn’t like the sparring would go to waste. Besides, she’d get to help out a friend - even though that particular label didn’t quite fit anyone Ash knew outside of the syndicate - and kick her ass at the same time.
It’d be fun.
She made sure to get there right on time. It wasn’t a surprise to find Lan already there and waiting - the other woman always seemed to be on time. “Hey.”
The idea of being late to her own beating wasn’t something Lan would ever consider. It was useful to be late sometimes, but if you asked for a meeting, you were sure to be the first to arrive. Ash would catch Lan stretching for the millionth time, because no matter how much she tried she still felt slightly stiff. You couldn’t sneak your way around guards and magical wards without being as nimble as possible, and by sparring with Ash, Lan hoped she could at least get anywhere closer to that.
“Hey yourself. Thanks for coming. We can begin whenever you feel ready.” Because Lan? She couldn’t get any more ready anyway.
She nodded and tossed her bag to the side; she had made sure to wear something comfortable, but she had a business meeting afterwards, and while showing up bloody and in clothes that she had no doubt would be ripped would make a strong impression, she wasn’t supposed to be intimidating. She was the soft one, the one people tried to cajole into giving them their way. Very rarely did she have to throw down with someone on syndicate business.
“Ready when you are,” she said, leisurely stretching out her arms - her legs were warm from gala rehearsals earlier and the run she’d gone on before heading over.
“Very well,” said Lan as she moved into a defensive stance. Ash might be good at keeping appearances, but Lan had made that style of living; she knew the other woman was fierce enough to make anyone in that amusing fighting ring of hers think twice before crossing her.
They started out slow, circling each other, doing what Mimes did best; look and learn from the enemy. The first hits were paced, too, considering Lan didn’t remember when was the last time she had fought Ash, but they slowly picked up the pace. So far, so good. Lan could feel the workout a bit too soon, but that didn’t stop her from trying to keep up, and keeping up she did.
Ash, on the other hand, had way too much pent up energy to keep at this pace. Once she’d made sure that Lan could keep up, she grinned and lunged, dropping low and extending her leg to sweep. Lan jumped out of the way and retaliated, bringing her forearm down to smash against Ash’s back, but the dancer managed to roll, barely missing the attack.
Quickly, she got to her feet and the circling began again. On a good day, they were fairly evenly matched - Ash had a slight advantage what with the Ring, but it wasn’t a big enough one to count for much. Today, if Ash could just land a blow, she had a feeling that she’d take the other mime down without an issue.
Evenly matched, yes, but Ash hit harder, she always had and Lan wasn’t about to start thinking differently. That was why Lan didn’t fight directly and in the open; if you could end things quietly with a knife to the back, why waste time with honor? It just didn’t make sense to her and it had worked out well so far.
And yet, this was not the case. She was going a pretty decent job of avoiding Ash’s strikes, but it was taking its toll; for every couple of hits she dodged she barely could attempt to hit her once, and the other Mime was doing a fine job of keeping herself safe as well.
Lan was starting to struggle when Ash kicked her and she didn’t dodge, but blocked. Bad idea, as it shook her, nearly throwing her to the floor. Huffing, Lan charged again, but she was growing pessimistic.
Clearly, all Ash had to do was wait her out. She easily dodged Lan’s charge and knocked her hard on the back with her forearm. Lan stumbled. Without thinking, Ash dropped and swept the other mime’s legs out from under her.
“Give?”
There was a moment of silence in which Lan just lied there, motionless. A few seconds passed before she groaned. Rolling slowly to she was facing up, Lan stayed there, considering her options. She was a bit too proud for her own good, she knew that, but even if she wanted, her legs weren’t really helping her to kick up and keep going.
“I think I’m going to let you have this one,” she said, a lazy smile crossing her face. “Now please help this old lady up.”
Ash snorted, rolled her eyes, and offered Lan a hand up. “If you’re old, I’m fucking ancient,” she replied. She was at least five years older than the other mime, if not more. She didn’t make a habit of asking people how old they were, and the last person to ask her that had landed in a clinic for a week. “Another go, or we calling it done for today?”
Grabbing her hand, Lan raised and stretched for a moment. “You overestimate yourself,” Lan said casually, although considering she had just got beaten. Lan took a moment to assess herself, getting a feel to see if her body was up to it. Probably not.
“Another go.”
The dancer shrugged. “Your funeral.” Then she smiled. Yeah, this was definitely what she’d needed today. Most of the tension had finally drained from her body and she felt moderately relaxed. Clearly, when she was frustrated, she just needed to kick someone’s ass and all would be good. She rolled her shoulders, dropped into a partial crouch, and said, “Let’s go.”