WHO: Mica Beaumont WHEN: Afternoon of January 7 WHERE: Kickboxing class SUMMARY: Mica goes to work out some of her bad mood only to find that she has some added skills. (Idk if anyone else goes to kickboxing classes in town, but they could have witnessed this if they did.) WARNINGS: Violence, maybe? Very poorly written out fight sequence? BINGO PROMPT: Sarcasm Mode
The roads had finally been cleared out, allowing people to actually start to get around Dunhaven, much to Mica's relief. She had started to feel a severe case of cabin fever; though she could hunker down and do the hermit thing with the best of them, it was one thing when she chose to do it and something entirely different when she was forced to do it because of climate change. Climate change had also been to blame for a loss of two nights of wages and tips, putting her on edge, no matter what Chase said about making rent and budgets work for the month. Money struggles brought her dangerously close to thinking about the years where she didn't have to worry about where her next dollar was coming from, which brought her just as close to thinking about her father and the mess of emotions that he inspired.
Needless to say, Mica was happy to pack her gym bag up and make it to her kickboxing class. She had some irritation to work out.
The class had made her work up a sweat and it had helped, but Mica needed more. The cloud was still over her head when one of the guys from her class walked up to her, challenging her to a spar. She very nearly brushed him off, at first; the guy (Adam, she thought his name was?) was relatively new to the class and had proven to be something of a show off. She didn't know why he had chosen her for this challenge, but as she gazed up at the man standing before her and considered that much of the rest of the class was still hanging around as a potential audience, she had a distinct feeling that she was being underestimated.
Mica raised an eyebrow. Smirked. "Sure, man."
Only a few moments passed before they were facing one another. Mica could feel eyes on them, including those of their instructor, but she didn't pay them much heed. Her mind was still, focused on her opponent in front of her. Not that she really wanted to focus on him, since he was still giving her that cocky expression that told her exactly how he thought this was going to end. Mica didn't like being underestimated, especially not from some dudebro that didn't know two shits about her.
They started to exchange moves, Mica's long history of kickboxing, and other martial arts classes, making it all second nature to her. It didn't long for her to realize, however, that it wasn't just Mica's experience that guided her movements. She could almost hear Dairon's voice instructing her, see their motions as they instructed Beau, then used Beau's own body to show just what sort of damage she was able to inflict, if she focused, if she practiced. And Beau did want to focus, she did want to practice. So did Mica.
With a jab, Adam (or was his name Eric?) let out a huff of a breath as the air in his lungs left him before she gave two more. Pop pop.
Mica slid into a defensive position, allowing her to easily duck and dodge his swing before returning it herself. One. Two, three. This time when she backed away, she swore that she suddenly knew he had a peanut allergy.
It continued on, Mica taking a few hits, but most of them landing on Eric (or maybe Jake?) instead. She felt as though she was riding on air, her movements faster and more graceful than ever before. Never before had she been able to get so many hits in, nor had she ever been able to move so quickly and disengage without allowing him a single strike back. He was clearly growing frustrated, his movements becoming even easier to predict. But by the time she got her final strike in -- one to stun -- she was grinning behind her mouthguard. Her opponent stood there, a dazed expression on his face that Mica thought that she might have recognized when that move happened to work for Beau, and she stepped back.
"Nice job, guy," she replied as she turned, not bothering to stick around to see how long it would take for him to recover from that final hit. "Let's do it again sometime."