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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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[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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