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[ Training with Naoki is a lesson in speed. He's not slow, by any means, and she has to keep moving if she wants to avoid getting hit. Or sacrifice minor comfort.

... Which she'll do this time as his hand connects, and she winces-- but at the same time, she curls her fingers into a palm heel at his chin, moving in closer to try and hook her foot around his leg and yank. ]

[Left hand jerking forward to shield his face, Naoki's eyes catch on the movement of her leg, sharply, so he shifts his weight to the other foot, lifting the other one up, over that foot of hers trying to trip him up. He's moving his knee right at her midsection this time.

He doesn't like balancing on one foot usually, but it beats being snagged up by her!!]

[ You look ridiculous, bro-- and Yang quickly jerks an arm down, to catch his knee against it-- and throws her shoulder (as well as the rest of herself) against him. Go down, damn you. ]

Gah-- [And he makes a ridiculous sound, surprised, not expecting her whole weight to hit into him. He goes down, landing with a hard thud on his back, arms in such a way they weren't easy to fast to shift and catch himself.

But he's going to be moving one of them, to try and push himself up before--]

[ -- She straddles him, knees on other side tucked close, palms braced just above his shoulders. Her hair ends up spilling mostly over one shoulder as she leans down, nearly nose-to-nose with him. ]

Gotcha.

[Naoki looks unblinkingly at her, one palm braced against the ground, still ready to push himself up. She's close. That's what keeps him from moving right away, though one eyebrow lifts up.]

Don't get too comfy, Yang. [He doesn't look like he's willing to stop yet...]

[ Yang's fine if he fights back, even as she arches an eyebrow in return, her expression turning considering. Now that she's this close, her mind and impulses all her own... ]

... Huh. You really do smell nice.

[The muscles in his arms go tense, ready to push up and then--]

...what? [Yang, do you mind not throwing him off like that, and what's more... that phrasing, had she been thinking something like that before?]

[ Well, yes, but then she'd have to consider explaining that she'd had a few close cases of being flooded with the desire to taste him intimately and that's just not a good friend thing to do.

But-- ]

Just something I noticed recently. Maybe because of your jacket?

...Thanks? [He feels strangely...flustered, and not even in the usual way.

And so, to combat that, he shifts below her and that'll be her only warning before he's abruptly leaning up and close. Their foreheads might brush, his eyes intent, but that's a distraction--he's trying to limit her field of vision he can grab at her arms and push her to the side.]

[ It's an effective distraction, although it probably shouldn't be, because Yang's not afraid of personal space-- but still, she's actually startled when his bangs brush against hers, and then off she goes with an "oof".

CLASSY. ]

[He almost didn't expect it to work. But he doesn't waste time being surprised, he's using his momentum to roll himself to his feet, taking a few hopping steps away.

For a second there it looks like he has a grin on his face, that he might've made a sound like a snicker-- but if Yang looks he seems perfectly composed.

Yep. Composed.]

[ ... She's quiet for a few seconds, just thinking-- hm. But no, she can dwell on it later, instead pushing herself up with a little more grace this time and shaking out her hair. ]

That was still my win. Just saying.

[Naoki cocks his head at her, curious, when she doesn't immediately come at him. Is something bothering her? But she's standing up now, so he's shifting his stance.]

Then all I need to do is win and it'll be even.

If you think winning is going to be that easy... [ up come her fists again. ] Then go ahead and try!

I know better than to think you'll make it easy for me, Yang! [But, he's determined now... and he kicks off of the ground, dashing toward her. Closer, closer, and he's watching her fists...

Before he throws several punches at her, like he's goading her into countering.]

[ There are too many punches; it's a warning, and Yang heeds it, only using her arms to block before she speeds up and pivots to try and put herself behind him, to finally use her fist against his back. ]

[Naoki's eyes track her quickly, and when she moves behind him, he looks over his shoulder at her--

And he grins just a bit. The muscles in his back tense as he swings one arm back, aiming his elbow at her even if it means a punch against his back. It's kind of like what she did earlier when she elbowed back against him.]

[ He'll hear a verbal grimace as his elbow hits right above her chest, but at least she'll get in a punch to the back.

And a kick to the back of the knee if he doesn't move. ]

[He's bracing himself right before that kick connects--and then sliding his foot across the ground as he turns, moving his arm and swinging it wide. It's not a punch, he's moving like he's going to catch her about the waist and bodily toss her--]

[ Son of a-- except no, Yang is used to her feet not being on the ground, so if he tosses her, she's going to twist herself in midair to land on her feet. HEAVILY, but--

SUCH A GENTLEMAN. ]

[OF COURSE HE IS--

And that gentleman in question will be already close, and then swerves around her, his leg sweeping at both of her feet as he darts past.]

[ She'd expected that-- and wobbles because of it, nearly toppling as one foot gets knocked into but no, not quite. Instead, she leaps back. Balance first, and hers has already been compromised. ]

[Naoki's not going to let her find the time to get her balance back, he's twisting, moving at her as fast as he can move. He lashes out with quick punches less about actually landing blows than forcing her to react quickly.

When people have to get faster, there's more of a chance for them to slip up--]

[ Look at him, being all strategic... but Yang's been trained in far too many combat settings, and first and foremost-- keep your guard up.

She's forced to move at his pace, though, and her footing isn't going to be as solid, but she's deflecting all of his (admittedly not all that vicious) punches before she swings out a right hook to try and drive him back. ]

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