Alison was still more than a little stunned by her doppelgänger standing right in front of her, looking just as surprised as she apparently was. She blinked and cocked her head to the side, and the other... girl? Alison? herself? -[i]God[/i], this was confusing!- mirrored the movement as Ali took in her own appearance. Her dark-blue, slightly loose long-arm-shirt worked really well with her hair, which was pulled up into a ponytail. She wore a black sport-leggings and no shoes, bare feet looking pale on the mat, maybe partly because of the dark-green nailpolish that certainly emphasized her light skin tone. 

And, of course, that moment of observation had to be the instant in which Pierce said something somewhere to her right and the next thing she knew, Ali was being tackled to the ground, gasping as the impact knocked all the air out of her lungs. She certainly was fast. Or her twin. Was it weird to be proud of that? Her musings were cut short when she noticed the fist closing in on her face and her eyes snapped down from where she'd breathlessly stared up at the ceiling. It took her a second to react, the fact that her 'attacker' looked exactly like what she saw every time she looked in the mirror was seriously putting her off, and she only just managed to roll to the side, narrowly avoiding the impact but hearing the solid thud the fist made on the mat. 

Instinctively, she threw her opponent off, firmly planting her bare feet to the mat and twisting her hips to do so and then quickly scrambled to her feet as soon as she was free. She tried to recall what they had just been taught about self-defense, but had trouble remembering, especially while having to side-step another swing. Which didn't really work. Instead of hitting her face, the fist went to the right, catching her in the shoulder. She stumbled and lost her balance and in a matter of second she hit the mat again, this time with a grunt. 

How the hell could her twin be this much better than her, the real person? That was totally unfair! Especially since Ali herself was having serious trouble remembering the defence techniques that were meant for a situation where your own clone was having a go at you like a madman.

But considering the fact that the other Alison was already jumping onto her again, it was not really a thought she should be getting hung up about just then. She tried to buck her off again, but this time the other one seemed prepared, planting her knees firmly on both sides of her waist. Well, damn, she thought as she threw her arms up to catch the next attack. And cursed at the pain from the impact. She, her twin?, certainly wasn't kidding around. It seemed she'd just have to go with instinct here. Better than letting herself get beat up by, well, herself.

Alison frowned in concentration, lowered her arms a tad and allowed the next hit to connect, ignoring the pain where it connected with her cheekbone, in order to get one in herself. She aimed for her opponents stomach, fist connecting pretty solidly wiht the softest part and swaying Alison#2 enough for Alison#1 to throw herself up and around, switching their positions and apparently taking the other one off-guard enough to pin both her wrists to the ground on either side of her head. She kept them there, using all her strength and weight. She was breathing hard at that point, grimacing at the throbbing in her cheek. She looked up, taking in her surroundings to see how her teammates were holding up.