30 [Accidental Video]
[There's a sound of a grunt, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, before Sailor Mars steps into view, arms crossed, glaring down at something -- or someone -- on the ground.]
Get up, Sailor Moon!
That hurt!
[The whining that joins the grunt is probably recognizable to those who know, even before Sailor Moon manages to stand up and come back into view. She rubs at her backside.]
Come on, let's stop this.
It was supposed to hurt, idiot.
[And Mars has an ofuda in her left hand, eyes narrowed, focused on Sailor Moon's form, trying to locate her weaknesses. With a grunt, she pushes herself forward on her left leg to dart forward, moving in to attack.
Surprisingly, Sailor Moon turns out to have quicker reflexes than might be expected of the typically clumsy girl she often seems. She dodges to the side and follows up with a forearm strike of her own near Rei's chest height.]
You won't win that easily.
[A slight smirk lights up Mars' features as Sailor Moon strikes back. She immediately jerks her upper body backwards, lashing out with her foot to attempt to sweep Sailor Moon off her feet.]
I never expected to!
[She doesn't go down yet, but she's not the disciplined fighter Rei can be, either; she'll be easy to get in another moment at this rate as she's left off-balance this time.]
Why do we have to do this anyway?
[And Mars lashes out with a hit near her leader's stomach.]
Because it's necessary!
We don't need to do this!
[But she can't let herself just be pushed over, either, and she does well until that blow to her stomach finishes sending her to the snowy ground again.]
Yes, we do!
[And Mars puts her hands on her hips to glare down at Sailor Moon.]
Are you going to fight or not?
[And the feed times out before you can hear a response.]
ooc: Mars is red, Moon is pink.
Get up, Sailor Moon!
That hurt!
[The whining that joins the grunt is probably recognizable to those who know, even before Sailor Moon manages to stand up and come back into view. She rubs at her backside.]
Come on, let's stop this.
It was supposed to hurt, idiot.
[And Mars has an ofuda in her left hand, eyes narrowed, focused on Sailor Moon's form, trying to locate her weaknesses. With a grunt, she pushes herself forward on her left leg to dart forward, moving in to attack.
Surprisingly, Sailor Moon turns out to have quicker reflexes than might be expected of the typically clumsy girl she often seems. She dodges to the side and follows up with a forearm strike of her own near Rei's chest height.]
You won't win that easily.
[A slight smirk lights up Mars' features as Sailor Moon strikes back. She immediately jerks her upper body backwards, lashing out with her foot to attempt to sweep Sailor Moon off her feet.]
I never expected to!
[She doesn't go down yet, but she's not the disciplined fighter Rei can be, either; she'll be easy to get in another moment at this rate as she's left off-balance this time.]
Why do we have to do this anyway?
[And Mars lashes out with a hit near her leader's stomach.]
Because it's necessary!
We don't need to do this!
[But she can't let herself just be pushed over, either, and she does well until that blow to her stomach finishes sending her to the snowy ground again.]
Yes, we do!
[And Mars puts her hands on her hips to glare down at Sailor Moon.]
Are you going to fight or not?
[And the feed times out before you can hear a response.]
ooc: Mars is red, Moon is pink.