Sparring Match Part 2 of ?
Rolling backwards before standing and creating a bit more space between the two, Breeze returned the rubber blade onto her stomach, taking a moment to reassess what just happened. She should've expected Kerianne to come up with something like that, and yet, she still fell for the other's feint. Had her father seen her make such a crucial mistake...a chill ran up the young girl's spine as she forcefully pushed the thoughts out of her brain. It wasn't healthy. Not now at least. Luckily, as she drove away memories that had no reason of being on the top of her mind, an idea sparked into the green girl's head, lighting a fiery smile that tugged at her lips.
She proceeded to remove the weighted blocks littering her skin and throw them to random places on their side of the the gym. With the difference in terrain as well as the added shadows cascaded throughout the floor, Breeze brought her fists up. This had originally been an idea to help Kerianne move around and use her Quirk, but this was thought up before they got the memo that they'd be sparring against each other. Did this prove advantageous to either of them? Breeze couldn't be sure just yet. Instead of worrying about it, the younger sprinted forward, aiming a speedy punch at Kerianne's face before feinting with a misguided turn. Kerianne only just managed to avoid the punch, but the misdirection threw her off, just like her own had done to Breeze. Without the blocks slowing her down, the girl seemed to move almost twice as fast as before. Now facing the older's side, Breeze brought her arms and a foot up as if she were about to full body grapple the other to the ground.
And that she did, crawling up the blonde's body almost like a spider, spinning and curling around her limbs before ultimately flipping them both to the ground. As Kerianne fell backwards onto the mat, Breeze was still on her, locking one of the former's arms and chest with her entire body. Even though Breeze weighed little without the blocks, small nimble fighters could easily use opponents' height and weight against them, as the taller girl knew from a certain someone she lived with. Struggling, she raised her torso as much as she could, reaching into the shadow of a block. She slipped through, leaving Breeze splayed out on the ground from the lack of anything to hold onto, emerging next to another cube behind her. Planting her feet apart to keep steady, she bent her knees and reached to grasp the other girl's wrists.
As a pair of hands enclosed around her wrists, Breeze found herself stilling. She knew this was just a sparring a match, but the familiar position she found herself in before was a little too startling for the green haired girl. Her brain seemed to short circuit as she squirmed a bit out of fear, but once her foot nudged against one of the wooden blocks surrounding them, Breeze took it, using both feet to fling the cube up at Kerianne's face. Her opponent raised an arm to block, leaving the grip one-handed. She yanked her arms forward as she did so, using the sudden attack to pull herself free, however instead of trying to stand, Breeze remained crouched down before swinging a leg right at Kerianne's ankles, eventually arming herself back with her rubber knife.
In two wide sidesteps, Kerianne pivoted away from the strike. Swaying, regaining her balance, she faced Breeze again, eyebrows furrowed not just from concentration but concern. That sudden freeze, that shudder, those tense muscles - The green-haired girl's reaction hadn't gone amiss.
She stayed back, lifting a hand to signal a pause, the other straightening in response. "All ok?"
she asked. While it was good to put as much effort into training as into competition, had this fight become a little too lifelike? She wasn't acting like the thug she'd nearly become, was she? Or did Breeze have some messed up experiences herself?
A short distance away, the other duo's banter and dance-like moves to lively techno music contrasted with the solemnity of their own sparring session. Breeze's attention seemed to be guided towards the other battle mostly because of how embarrassed she felt for getting so frazzled over a sparring match. She didn't mean to make Kerianne look at her with such concern, it making her trembling frame shake even more."I-I'm sorry..."
The younger whimpered, hands now gripping her rubber knife tightly as if it would stop her hands from shaking out of her own volition. Kerianne's worried frown deepened as she noticed the trembling. "I-I'm okay, you d-didn't do anything wrong...j-just, j-just got a little spooked."
Green eyes eventually meeting back to look at the blonde, Breeze slowly approached Kerianne, her normally meek nature seemed to be amplified by how pale she looked compared to just a minute ago. "Th-Thank you for worrying th-though...I'm sorry you had to stop the sparring match because of me...u-uh, we could continue if you wanted t-to?"
Kerianne lowered her hand, but stayed where she was. "It's ok. No need to apologize,"
she replied, earning a nervous glance from Breeze before her green gaze fell to the ground. If anything, she was the one who should feel bad, having put someone prone to anxiety in this state. She wasn't going to treat a capable and determined person like they were made of glass, but she still had to be respectful. Again, Kerianne wondered about Breeze's experiences, her reasons for wanting to become a hero. She bit the inside of her lip before speaking up again."Do you want to continue?"
She moved one of her feet back, ready to either go into battle stance or leave the pose depending on Breeze's answer. "If you don't, that's fine. Never thought I'd say this, but maybe my sister has a point when she says time out is important."Did
she want to continue? Breeze noted the mention of her sister before putting some thought into what she'd say next. It probably would be a good idea to take a break, but that would only hinder Kerianne's training...she didn't want to be a bother to someone else, especially someone as nice as Kerianne. With a quick shake of her head, Breeze stepped back a few feet."...I-I think we should continue..."
Breeze didn't want to stop at such an awkward note, and knew that sparring would definitely make things a little less weird for her, so it was the only option. With her knife held out in front of her, Breeze awaited Kerianne's next attack, a reassured albeit, nervous smile pulling at her lips...