Serena was ready when Niya made her move. The girl was fast, however, so was Serena. She barely blinked when Niya went for her throat. Instead of ducking under her arm and out of the way. Serena grabbed the wrist and lifted it away from her target. Once it was in the air, she spun under her arm, placing her back to the girl. Serena pulled forward, using Niya's momentum against her, something always being the smaller opponent taught her well. She stuck her hip out to catch the girl, intending to roll her up and over her hip and onto the ground.

Niya knew what was happening the moment her wrist was grabbed, she could feel the twist in Serena's body before she pulled. Almost by instinct she jump as she was pulled, wrapping one arm around the other girls throat while her legs went around her hips. Since they were almost similar in height it wasn't much of a jump up. She started to pull back on the other girls neck, making more of a wrestling sleeper hold than anything else. She also bent her hand down so that she could grip the girls wrist as well, not wanting her own broken.

Serena stumbled slightly when she felt Niya jump onto her back. She felt the girl's arm snake around her neck, pulling back, but Serena refused to break the momentum of moving forward. She felt Niya's hand grab one of her wrists, both of them holding tightly to the other girl's and grimaced. Using the extra weight that was now on her, Serena pitched herself forward. She felt her feet escape the ground a moment before she landed on top of Niya. With the impact to the ground, Serena quickly removed the girl's arm from around her neck and rolled off of her. A moment later, she was back on her feet and watching her carefully.

Niya sucked in a large lung full of air as they fell back so that she wouldn't get winded before she scrambled out from under the other girl. She kept backing up, getting out of strike range before she jumped back up, standing loosely. Her mouth was in a straight line, though she was having a lot of fun. This time she took another defensive stance, waiting for Serena to make the first move, she thought it was only fair.

Serena's movements were fluid, everything ran into the next thing. She liked to keep up momentum. However, the two girls came to a stand still, both eyeing the other. All the nativity and gentleness, the shyness, was gone from Serena's face. Were she back in Italy, she might not have been so serious. The people there knew her and she knew them. She didn't have anything to prove. Here, she did. 

After a few seconds, Serena realized Niya was waiting to be attacked. Although Serena didn't like going on offensive from a stand still, she normally transition into it, she had a feeling Niya was not going to attack. So, she began her own. They had shifted in positions, Niya's back was now facing the wall. I would be harder to fight back in Serena gave her less room and that was exactly what she intended. She moved to the girl, punching, kicking, not so much to inflict damage to move the girl backwards, moving fast enough to leave her on her heel.

Niya's eyes kept watching Serena's muscles, her eyes flickering quickly over her body. When the other girls finally went on attack she gave a quick smile. At the first few kicks she couldn't get the rythm, but once her punches kicked in his finally was able to count. It took until her back hit the wall that she caught the girls right foot. With a quick jerk she twisted it backwards, meaning to get the other girl to turn around,...or break her ankle. That was honestly Serena's choice. This was what Niya did when backed into a corner, it was either to break whatever was attacking or be beaten.

Serena didn't feel the pressure on her foot as she pushed Niya that last of the way to the wall. She barely heard the crack. However, when she stepped back onto her foot, a shooting pain rose up her leg, causing her to yelp quietly. Her leg gave out from under her as she fell to the ground. She closed her eyes tightly, trying push away and control the pain that throbbed in her ankle. She wasn't sure if it was in America or Russia that they did these things, but she was a little taken back to have a bone broken, on purpose, in practice. There was rarely reason to break a Strigoi's body and even with advance healing, it would put a novice out a few weeks. She cursed under her breath in Italian as she clutched her leg.
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Gunner kept a straight face as he fought Anna. He always liked fighting with her. Although he'd never tell her, he liked when it was later in the year and she knew all of his moves. The two of them practically dance around each other then. It always amazed him how well they knew each other. He noticed her dip down and instantly jumped, knowing want to expect. He shook his head and used her low positioning against her. Grabbing her arm that she used to defend her face, holding it, he pushed her onto her back, pushing his own weight onto her. As they fell, he grabbed her other arm and managed to pin to the mat under him. He smirked at her, "Seems like you need some practice."

He heard a small yelp and looked up to see Serena fall to the ground. At first he thought nothing of it, until he saw her clutching at her leg. He released Anna and jumped to his feet. There was a slightly troubled look on his face as he looked at the Italian, "Do.. You think it is broken?" he asked Anna as he held out his hand to help her to her feet.