[Closed] A fight to remember

[sees_light]

Who: Gaara and Scathach
What: Sparring in the forest
When: Following this conversation
Warnings: fighting. It's gonna happen


Gaara arrived in the forest, eyes scanning the area without much concern. He was waiting for his opponent, senses open in case she attempted some form of sneak attack. His sand would undoubtedly protect him in either case, but she might wish to fight without the use of powers. Not that he would care what she wanted if she started throwing knives at his back.

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[symmachy]

While a sneak attack is one of her specialties, it isn't the way to great a new acquaintance. They had met specifically to spar, yes, but she wanted to get a taste of his abilities once he'd had time to prepare himself. Any inquiry to his reflexes could come later.

The redhead doesn't purposely walk loudly, but she also makes no attempt to approach completely silently either. Really, she sounds like a normal human. It's an art she's perfected. When she steps into the small clearing, she smiles at him, not letting her teeth show. She's small--short and scrawny, peppered with freckles. And with her hair cropped as it is, well. She casually and silently takes note of the similarities.

Her voice holds a slight Irish lilt. "You were early."

[sees_light]

"It was a short walk." His eyes remain on her, watching impassively, tone cool. he's in no hurry to start an attack, content to merely watch her for the moment.

"I hoped it wouldn't matter much." since the only reason it would matter would be if one of them was hoping to plot a trap.

[symmachy]

Traps take too much time. She's more of a jump in head first sort of girl. At least, in this sort of informal setting. If this were anything more than a test, if this were real war--traps would have been set long ago.

"It doesn't." This time. She lets a few seconds pass. "Whenever you're ready." As she'd decided--informal.

[sees_light]

"Are we using powers?" he asked, head tilted lightly as he regarded her. He'd decided that he would rather not harm this woman - though whether he would even be able to... that hadn't been decided yet.

[symmachy]

The question pleases her; not many people care to ask it of her. She shakes her head, and starts to stretch. "Let's see how you do without them first."

[sees_light]

He stretches, faintly. Still watching her. There's no response, though. He's just watching.

Ooc: I should say, I'm afraid Gaara is going to end up dropped. I just haven't been doing... anything with him, since he got apped.

[symmachy]

Well, there's only so much watching one can do. Scathach rushes forward, ducking low and swinging a kick at his midsection. Easy enough to block, if he's trained.

[ooc; ah, that's a shame! we can continue here if you'd like, but i'd also understand if you'd prefer to stop. i'm alright with either option.]

[sees_light]

His leg moves in a blur, knee coming up to block her strike as he darted backwards. Even without his other powers, he's still a ninja.

ooc: I'm good with continuing. :)

I like him well enough, I just... haven't had any drive.

[symmachy]

If he tells her that, she'll respond that ninjas are entirely overrated. Maybe it's best to keep it to himself for now--not that he's aware of that, of course. Scatty grins, and doesn't wait this time; she moves in for a right hook, simultaneously raising her leg again to kick.

[ooc; ah, i know how that goes. so no problem!]

[sees_light]

He moves again, with blurring speed, jumping up. If she can't manage to keep up, she won't connect... If she does connect, she might find a surprise waiting in his power.

[symmachy]

Even as easy as it is for one to lose themselves in the heat of battle, Scathach knows not to move hastily. So when he moves up to dodge she ducks down and to the side, waiting to see what he might do. She's made her offensive, and now it's his turn.

[sees_light]

He watches her, for a long moment, before kicking out toward the head. It's a testing move, nothing more.

[symmachy]

Normally, she might have let it connect, just to throw him off guard and take advantage. But this is a test--and she doesn't want it to end so soon. Scathach drops towards the ground, her small body making it all the easier. She swings her leg out again, trying to trip him.

[sees_light]

Sand swirls around her legs, automatically, trying to protect him. He said no powers - but his defense is automatic, unless he's actively controlling the sand to stop it.

[symmachy]

The sand takes her off guard. Since she doesn't exactly know what it is (and isn't always one to throw herself into an untested situation), she draws her leg back towards her body and attempts to roll away from any contact with the sand. She manages to right herself almost gracefully, and studies him. "So. That was different."

[sees_light]

He's silent for a moment, while the sand draws down around him. "My defense is automatic," he admits, after a moment. "I am... difficult. To hurt." To put it lightly.

[symmachy]

The admission makes her grin, and she lets her teeth show. Elongated incisors press slightly against her bottom lip. "Would it be untoward of me to request the use of my own abilities, then?" A beat, and then she adds: "I promise not to try to kill you."

[sees_light]

The sand swirls about him - under his control, now. "You are free to try," she remarked.

[symmachy]

She stands, and suddenly there is no waiting to be done. Scathach leaps forward, a blur to any untrained eye. She draws one hand back, aiming for a quick chop at his neck. Usually, it's enough to bring down any normal opponent--but for him, it's meant as a distraction as her other hand forms a fist.

[sees_light]

The sand moves, trying to block both strikes - but it's thinning, having trouble keeping up with her blurring movements.

"You're learning," he remarked, growing more wary.

[symmachy]

Learning has nothing to do with it, she wants to say. Battle is all she's ever known, it's who and what she is. But letting on would be akin to boasting, and she doesn't want to lose her concentration. Instead, a knee comes up for his stomach.

[sees_light]

His hand shifts to block, the sand rising up as well. He has no intention of letting her win so easily.

[symmachy]

The attacks are merciless, and she shows no sign of slowing down. One of the perks of being an immortal: unless confronted with iron, she very may well be able to continue this assault for quite a while.

[sees_light]

[Relying on his sand for shielding, he lashes out an arm toward her midsection. He has no intention of going down.]