Frenzied Fists vs Hair Whips!

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Who: Ryoga and Shantae. Spectators if anyone is alive enough to want to watch!
What: A friendly sparring match.
Where: The room closest to a Dojo that could be found.
When: Thirsday.
Warnings: Some violence, obviously.

....yeah so he had camped out in front of the Dojo room for a couple of days. Complete with the tent and everything. Why? Because he was

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[dancebellydance]

Shantae arrived right on time, waving to the boy as she did. Before she could say hello, though, she immediately noticed his huge backpack. "What's up?" she asked. "You're going on a camping trip or something?"

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"Oh! Uhhh...."

People back home were used to seeing him with his backpack pretty much everywhere. They were also more than used to his crummy sense of direction and he really didn't want to go broadcasting that sort of thing to Shantae and wind up looking like an idiot.

"....no. It's just some essential supplies. Always be prepared! And.. uh.. and it has... Tea making things in here for after the match. Eheh!"

[dancebellydance]

"Ooookay!" Weird, but Shantae was used to weirder things. "So, let's get to it!" She was definitely raring to go.

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"Alright!" he said, opening the door and letting her in before following.

The main training area of the dojo was covered in a semi-firm rubber matting that would help anyone keep their footing even under heavy attack. He carefully slipped off his shoes, setting them to the side. It was bad manners to wear shoes on the Dojo floor, after all.

"This room is a lot like the training halls in Japan." he said quietly, walking out onto the matting. "I hope it's OK enough for you?"

[dancebellydance]

"That'll be fine," she said, stepping in. She took a look at him, and asked, "We need to take our shoes off?"