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[kieran_goodman]

Who: Dawson & Kieran
What: Sparring
When: January 22nd, 2 PM.
Where: Gym

The entire day she'd spent in this gym. First doing warm ups and her own training, and then she'd taken to training with others as Wyatt Cain had asked on the night of the ball. Kieran held back at first with those who she didn't expect to be strong, but was surprised when they

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[thomas_dawson]

Son of a diseased whore! Not only did she block his attack, easily, but she FUCKING OW hit him across the ass. His face twisted into a grimace as stepped forward in a jerky, pained movement. Gods above that fucking hurt like a bitch! Godsdamn it, not fucking fun.

One of his hands came down to rub at the sore muscle of his ass for a second, keeping the other rod up. He would not put it past her to attack while he was nursing his wounds. Fuck, he would have. And had in the past, a thousand times over. It was easier to take down your enemies if they were only have recovered from the initial attack.

Also why they burned the crops of farms known to belong to people in the Resistance. Starving people were less likely be able to fight back properly.

His moment of grimacing and rubbing the eventual bruise was soon over, could not let your guard down even that much for long. He preferred only relinquishing his weapons when he was sure her hands were otherwise occupied.

A sneer was on his face as he raised both sticks again, his eyes narrowed. He attacked again, this time more cautiously, one high and one low. No need to rush in and get his ass beaten black and blue faster than it needed to.

[kieran_goodman]

Poor thing, his ass hurt. Raising an eyebrow at him as he turned to face her with a death glare almost she held her batons ready and moved towards him. He may be trained in weapons but he used guns, and hand to hand - and while this was a weapon of sorts it wasn't really either that he knew how to do.

The batons had an odd sense of balance in them and it was hard to get used to them right away.

Moving towards him she went high then low with her batons, not attempting to hit him persay as his weapons, she wasn't going to beat him entirely the fuck up but .. somewhat. After all then they would know that she didn't think of him as special. They'd see that he was being treated like any other man from IX. Or so they thought.