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[ -- 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. ]

[One of Naoki's hands breaks away from the punching he's been doing--he catches the hook with the back of his wrist... but he moves to twist his hand quickly, to catch at her wrist. Before she has a chance to pull her hand back, he's going to try to yank her in, closer.

His foot slides forward, not to sweep, but to throw off where one of her feet might land.]

[ There's clear resistance as he yanks, and she'd dig her heels in, drive her fist into his cheek-- if his foot didn't just throw off one of hers, so she steps wrong and suddenly Yang's falling against him. ]

[And the unbalance, Yang's weight against his body is just what he was waiting for--

He tips forward, of course he's going to tilt them right over, still holding at one of her wrists. And he might just press that to the ground as he moves to straddle her, other hand landing hard to one side of her head, catching himself.]

[ He sure loves knocking the breath out of her, and Yang's too winded to respond for at least two seconds.

But then her eyes narrow and she struggles to free herself, tugging at the hold on her wrist and trying to get her legs free as she gasps for air. ]

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