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Combat was not Alisa’s forté. She had always known she was capable of violence, but she had never been encouraged to or had wanted to pursue it before the Young Justice League found her. Now, however, she found herself standing at the main entrance to Mount Justice, watching Black Canary and Green Arrow demonstrate a basic combat scenario. It was something she needed to know, but that didn’t mean she was any less uncomfortable. Her discomfort was palpable in the way she stood, arms crossed, eyes down. She didn’t [i]want[/i] to hurt anybody, but… if it was for a good reason, if they were hurting other people, didn’t she have to? It would be the least amount of risk for her to fight, anyway, since she was hard to kill.

Alisa pondered these moral questions for a moment as Black Canary and Green Arrow warmed up. She had been the first to get to the training area and, even though she wasn’t thrilled by fighting, she was admittedly excited by the prospect of training. Technically, her muscles didn’t need to “train”, but it would be a fun bonding activity! She had worn workout leggings, tennis shoes, and a tank top that morning, showing off her ports. Her hair was down, however. Showing the big port there was a bit far for her. Alisa didn’t sweat, but these clothes were less liable to fall off and they were just comfortable and cute. She was standing next to Kassy, who she had deemed a potential friend yesterday afternoon.

She stood at rapt attention as Black Canary lectured briefly on battle. As the woman asked for volunteers, Alisa grit her teeth. [color=CornflowerBlue][i]Don’t pick me don’t pick me don’t pick me…[/i][/color]

Her prayers were seemingly answered by Green Arrow. Alisa watched as he stepped up to the plate and… was promptly knocked into the ground. Alisa winced in sympathy, although she did see where he went wrong. [color=CornflowerBlue][i]Why would anyone ever flirt while sparring? Just seems like an easy way to get punched.[/i][/color] Her teammates (coworkers? colleagues?) seemed to share the same sentiment, as they each spoke up about exactly what Green Arrow seemed to have done wrong. 

A bit worried about being picked out for her reluctance to respond, Alisa elected to put in her own two cents. [color=CornflowerBlue]“Maybe Green Arrow should try not flirting with his colleagues in the middle of a fight? Or, since he uses arrows, he’s ranged, and he should try moving farther away first…”[/color] That [i]was[/i] how ranged combatants worked, right? Alisa remembered seeing that in a game one of her parents was playing. Alisa wasn’t sure. She shifted uncomfortably, glancing at her teammates. Certainly, they were more experienced with this than her!