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Who: Natasha Romanoff
Broadcast: Text
Action: Iskaulit
When: Now-ish or tomorrow morning

W4MW4Friendly Fight

Woman seeking sparring partner for morning workout. Call it cabin fever, but looking for new challenges. Normal human to moderately enhanced welcome. High skill level preferred, but beginners welcome if they're interested in a lesson.

Reply here if interested, or see Natasha Romanoff in the gym, tomorrow morning 8am.

[True to her word, Natasha can be found at the gym on the Iskaulit in the morning. She's already dressed and warmed up. She looks like she means business, but less angry or troubled—not like some of her other recent turns at the gym—but she's serious enough to give someone second thoughts if they weren't entirely sure in the first place.

Who's up for a few rounds?]

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I'll be happy to pass on the next round.

_{[ It's certainly been an interesting experience, to say the least. At
least he hadn't left in the middle of something important, and he just
tried to ignore the weird time frame factors. He got enough headaches from
it as it was, he didn't need to add more. ]}

I'm sure you hear this quite often, but you aren't someone anyone is likely to forget.

_{[ He shifted his weight, moving into a start position. ]}

How are we doing this? Til one of us cries uncle?

[She smiles at that compliment; the kind of smile that sees the humor in his words as well as the flattery.]

You'd be surprised.

[Natasha rolls her shoulders once, her stance loose, ready.]

And I bet you say that to all of the girls. It works for me.

Only the girls I know can kick my ass.

_{[ He smirked and after a breath he seemed to calm and center himself.
He looked to her, one heart beat, two - and then he was sharp stepping in,
throwing several quick combos at her head and upper body. ]}

[Natasha is confident, not she's not one to underestimate her opponent. Good thing in this case, since Kirk is quick to prove himself competent. Natasha responds by taking the defensive at first, dodging his first attacks before before catching a punch leveled at her head and redirecting its momentum harmlessly high while stepping under and inside his reach to aim a couple of jabs at his midsection.]

_{[ He wasn't lax those three years, you know. He worked hard, not least
because it continued to be an important part of his therapy. It had
certainly come in handy against Krall and his ilk, and many other times on
his journey. He 'tched' when she caught his fist, but he didn't seem
surprised either. Rather than fight, he stepped in and around to turn them
both, neither in a good position per say, kicking at het ankle however
weakly. ]}

[His hard work and practical application show. He's not off to a bad start. Natasha knows what she's doing, though. She steps in, dipping her shoulder and trying to tangle his foot work.]

_{[ He expected her to be high caliber, certainly no pushover. That
would have been insulting. And stupid. He grunted when she tangled his
foot, resigning himself to falling down and immediately pushing to roll
away and out of her range to get his feet back. ]}

[Reach is one place he's at an advantage—her range hand to hand is limited. It's something she's spent a lot of time learning to overcome, traine into her from childhood.

She follows him, darting after his retreat to lunge at him as he comes up.]

_{[ Damn, she wasn't going to let him breathe. He should expect no less,
of course, and he appreciated that it meant she was taking him seriously.
He brought up his arms to block, using his abdomen to raise himself the
rest of the way up. He did a few quick step-backs before snapping out with
several quick jabs to try and get his own momentum back. ]}

[She gives a little ground before his punches, gauging how he recovers as she dodges and blocks his assault.]

_{[ He keeps his head, testing as she is as to how she responds. Rushing
would get him put on the ground fast here, that he knew, and he hadn't come
into this with the idea of a quick victory. ]}

Why do I get the feeling I'm in trouble?

_{[ He grins at her, adding in jabs with knees along with his fists.
]}

[She adapts to the addition, analyzing the patterns in his attack. A slight smile plays on her lips at his question.]

Oh, I couldn't say about that. Who knows where feelings come from?

[For the moment, she allows the attacks, focusing on countering him, seeing what he can do.]

My gut, usually, and I have this talent for being right about those.

_{[ Well, why not go all out, right? If he was going to press, this was
probably his best time. His attacks suddenly picked up speed, lashing out
with sharp jabs and added kicks. ]}

[It seems like that was what Natasha was waiting for—to see what happened when he committed, what he had in him. She picks up her pace with him, a new efficiency coming into the moves. Punches and kicks give way to more attempts to grab and grapple.]

_{[ He fell into a steady dance with her, trading blows and falling into
a sort of zen state, reacting more on instinct than true thought. He didn't
go easy on her, not thought she would be easy to beat, putting effort into
every strike and defense. Eventually, though, she got the better of him and
he wound up on the matts, panting and slick with sweat. He raised his hand
up in the universe sign for truce. ]}

Water break! I call water break.

[Natasha breaks quickly, rolling to her feet lightly. Her breathing is steady and strong, but it'd be a lie to say he didn't get her to work up a sweat too.]

Thirsty work?

_{[ He did a swift tilt and shake of his head in the affirmative before
making for his water bottle. ]}

Best workout I've gotten in awhile.

Well, if you're interested in an encore, you know where to find me.

Is that an open invitation?

Open might be a strong word. But something like that.

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