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As Alisa took her fighting stance and spoke, Viktor removed his black short-sleeved shirt. Revealing his lightly scarred and sculpted body was not his intention. The guy just wanted to keep his shirt intact during the sparring session. It was all he removed and tossed into the grass beside him. Fortunately or not, he didn't expect too many blows below the belt, so his grey athletic shorts and black sneakers would remain. 

Viktor glanced at Daphne and Talon initiating combat already, but quickly placed his focus back onto Alisa. His eyes measured her as for him, this was an assessment.

[Color=silver]"Sure. Count to three and we will begin."[/color] Viktor gave her a nod, his expression neutral. 

[color=CornflowerBlue]“Okay.”[/color] Alisa shifted on her feet, unsure of what she was about to do, but did what Viktor said anyways. [color=CornflowerBlue]“One.”[/color] Alisa clenched her fists, bracing herself for a punch. [color=CornflowerBlue]“Two.”[/color] She let her eyes focus on Viktor who lowered into a stance of his own, her senses becoming sharper. [color=CornflowerBlue]“Three!”[/color] 

With little grace and skill but with considerable speed and strength, Alisa launched herself at Viktor, aiming a right hook at his chest. Although she really wasn’t sure about it, she did exactly as Viktor said and didn’t hold back.

Her punch connected, but only to his raised left forearm as he crouched down some. A very low grunt escaped him as he felt how much force was behind her attack. Part of him wanted this. Curious in knowing what kind of power Alisa had. With an open right palm, he struck straight forward at her chest to quickly push Alisa backward.

Alisa quite nearly fell over, but she remembered herself at the last moment and dug her heels in. She wobbled for a moment or two. In reality, she only skidded back a few feet. Viktor certainly seemed strong, too, but with a bit more combat knowledge than her. [color=CornflowerBlue][i]He blocked it with his forearm![/i][/color] Wasn’t there something characters in movies did to counteract that? A feint? She could try that… Despite her misgivings, Alisa found herself wanting to win. Little did she know, Viktor could still feel the sting of her strike. It wouldn't slow him down, but he was not about to eat her blows like that if he could help it… Alisa was [I]fast[/i].

After Alisa got a chance to right herself, she rushed at Viktor again, this time attempting a feint to the left, making Viktor shift his arm to block once again, followed by a strike to his right side. It was a clumsy move, she knew, but it seemed like something that could work. 

Viktor had assumed Alisa was trying the same move again, so the feint did exactly as intended. To not expect a second action though, would be foolish of him. He took a step to the left,  before throwing a right uppercut to her chin, followed by a left hook. If he was successful, he would continue to strike while he had the advantage.

[color=CornflowerBlue][i]Oh. That didn’t work![/i][/color] Alisa’s clumsy feint seemed to have backfired and, as she was startled by her failure, Viktor’s hits landed easily. Pain blossomed in her chin. She knew it wouldn’t do anything- her jaw was much stronger than any human’s- but it still hurt. Again, she punched at Viktor, a quick right uppercut to the jaw. This time, however, she tried to shield her face with her left arm.

 [Color=silver][i]Shit.[/I][/color] He retaliated with a hard gut punch with his right hand. Alisa's striking power made him feel pain he wasn't used to.

Viktor's next move was meant to put an end to the spar. Exchanging punches would leave these two pummeled or risk the chance of one of them hitting the wrong place with enough unbridled force to cause a serious injury. He swiftly lunged forward and wrapped his right arm around Alisa's neck in a guillotine chokehold. 

Alisa didn’t have time to react to the gut-punch (which [i]hurt[/i], but didn’t take her out) before Viktor had her in a low chokehold. His hands had a vice grip on her neck. It seemed that he was trying to choke her into yielding, which might have worked.

If Alisa needed oxygen at all. She was about to wrestle her way out of it when she realized something. 

[Color=silver]"You throw hard punches, which is… impressive, but this is over, A. Your airway is constricted and the blood flowing to your brain is… It isn't."[/color] Viktor could taste the blood in his mouth from that uppercut as he spoke plainly. [Color=silver]Tap and you won't pass out, A."[/color]

Viktor didn’t know that she didn’t need oxygen. She grinned, wickedly, when she thought of a good plan. After a few moments of exaggerated struggling, Alisa started to gasp for air. It was fake, of course, but she was playing it up. She was gasping, strangled, arms struggling against Viktor, all the while planning. There was no way she was losing this fight!

[Color=silver]"A?"[/color] Viktor found her stubbornness commendable, yet foolish. She lasted longer than usual, perhaps some sort of perk of her unnatural physiology. [Color=silver]"A, give up or you will pass out."[/color] His voice almost stressing concern.

[color=CornflowerBlue]“N...no,”[/color] Alisa wheezed out, although she was having no trouble breathing. His concern was certainly nice, although misplaced.

A few moments later, Alisa had herself take one last, strangled “breath”, closed her eyes, and slumped down, limp in Viktor’s arms. Now he just needed to drop her, and she’d be golden. And with a sigh of disappointment, he carefully released his grip so she wouldn't just hit the ground like a ragdoll. His eyes met Black Canary's.

[Color=silver]"I didn't want it to end this way."[/color] Viktor set Alisa down on the grass and laid her on her side before noticing something grave. Alisa was not breathing! He checked her radial pulse… nothing. His eyes widened slightly. He then moved to check her carotid pulse at her neck… NOTHING! Viktor had made such an immense error. The heat of the battle had blinded him and made him ignore his senses. His lips parted slightly as he honestly didn't know what to do. It was clear he had not been trained to treat a casualty. [Color=silver]"A! Alisa! Black Canary! She needs med-"[/color]

Just then, Alisa’s eyes flew open and, in an instant, she launched herself at Viktor. She wrapped her steel hands around his neck in a vice grip and rolled with him to the ground, now straddling him. She grinned wickedly. [color=CornflowerBlue]“I win!”[/color] she crowed triumphantly. She felt sort of bad for tricking him like that- he had sounded so concerned- but it had been necessary to claim this victory. It had honestly been sweet to hear him worry. It had been misplaced- even if dead, she could always come back- but sweet. [color=CornflowerBlue]“Now yield, before I choke [i]you[/i]! Sorry I made you worry. I don’t breathe or have blood, so that’s why I didn’t have a pulse. But I won!”[/color] She was smiling giddily. She hadn’t expected to win- Viktor was so much more experienced than her. But she had, and the pride on her face was unmistakable.

Viktor frowned beneath Alisa. [Color=silver][i]Trickery… Hmm…[/i][/color] He was not a fan of his current position. His right arm reached for her left, only to lightly tap it twice in defeat. [Color=silver]"Yes you did, A. You taught me… something."[/color] He looked away from her as he realized how much he had worried. Everyone there had seen it too! Welp... he'd live.

Alisa hopped up and offered him a hand. [color=CornflowerBlue]“So sorry for tricking you. Again. But what a good spar! You really had me worried for a sec… you’re so much better than me at this stuff. And you took so many hard hits! You might actually wanna get checked out for that jaw hit… it looks like you’re bleeding a bit.”[/color] Alisa stared straight at his mouth, which had blood trickling out of it. [color=CornflowerBlue]“It was really sweet of you that you thought to check on me. Really.”[/color] She smiled at him, wide and sincere.