The Salle, Sunday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

Normally, Cara trained either in her room or some secluded corner of the preserves, but after the truly wonderful night she'd had last night, this morning she couldn't stand the one and didn't have the patience to find the other

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[redandblueblur]

Sometimes it was like Clark had a sixth sense when it came to finding his friends. Today he certainly wasn't complaining about finding Cara working out in the Salle.

Looking around the room, it reminded him of Lex - minus the fencing mask and training sword, naturally. Clark hung out in the doorway, watching and waiting for her to give a sign that he was welcome.

[wrongkindofsith]

That prompted an eyeroll. "Don't they have any sayings about tempting fate where you're from?"

[redandblueblur]

"Well, yeah, but I tempt fate for breakfast," Clark said, grin growing on his big, stupid face. "Seriously, Cara. I promise I won't do anything unnecessary."

[wrongkindofsith]

Which would have been more reassuring if she didn't suspect that his idea of what exactly constituted necessary was a lot closer to Richard's than hers. "You mean like asking a Mord'Sith to hit you?"

[redandblueblur]

"Well, you look like you need a sparring partner," Clark reasoned, smile not fading. "I'm good for that. Kinda."

[wrongkindofsith]

"Kinda?" Cara's eye started creeping upwards. "Which means you've never sparred before."

[redandblueblur]

"Well, it's pretty hard for me to practice hitting without a lot of destruction happening," Clark said. "I'm kinda strong in other ways?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"So you're invulnerable, stronger than average, and entirely untrained. This should be fun." Given the way Cara was currently eyeing Clark, that last part was less sarcastic than you might expect.

[redandblueblur]

Clark was certainly taking the way she looked at him as a good sign. "So how should I stand for this?"

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara tilted her head to the side as she considered his current stance. "Relaxed but alert," she told him. "Keep your knees flexed." She wondered if she could get away with telling him he also needed to lose the shirt. "You need to be able to dodge, even if you don't think you have to."

[redandblueblur]

Clark smirked at her telling him to dodge. But then, it would probably be more fun for her to discover how quickly he could dodge as they played around. "Okay," he said, bending his knees and kind of looking like an idiot since he didn't quite know what to do with his hands. "Relaxed but dodging, got it!"

[wrongkindofsith]

Once Cara decided that his stance was (barely) acceptable, she wasted very time in aiming a roundhouse kick at his knee.

Since she still wasn't prepared to find out just how invulnerable invulnerable actually was, she kept her agiels holstered.

[redandblueblur]

As soon as she aimed her kick his way, Clark was moving quickly to get out of her line of fire. See? He could dodge!

[wrongkindofsith]

That he could, and faster than Cara had expected him to. Luckily she hadn't over extended herself and recovering quickly, feinted to the left.

Hopefully he'd dodge right into a fist in the gut.

[redandblueblur]

And hopefully Cara didn't hit his gut too hard...given she was basically shoving her fist into the equivalent of solid metal.

[wrongkindofsith]

Since there was a difference being able to handle pain and wanting broken fingers, Cara had been relying largely on Clark's own momentum to provide most of the force behind the blow, but even then that hadn't felt at all like hitting a warm, person-shaped brick wall. Really.

Without pause, she followed up the useless punch with a high kick aimed at his chest, if nothing else, the fact she was flexible enough to actually do that might distract him enough that she could figure out a way to get him off-balance.