(Sorry I'm back -.-)

I thought for a moment and smiled. “I don’t know if being ranked at Master means much for my particular style to be honest. It is just a title for tournaments; you know how like Tai Kwon Do have Black Belts? It’s just experience. It’s the same for me, only no belt, just a framed paper with the recognition at home. I don’t think it means much here at campus, unless they know. Though I shouldn’t be that surprised that they would know, considering I am Dawn’s younger sister.” Would that change anything though? Yes I have fought off some attempts since my first encounter, I wasn’t able to fight all of them off though. I think, 50% is decent for 3 months that would really drop off though if they find a way to subdue me somehow.

“To be really frank, I never taught anyone before. This would be a first for me, although if it isn’t anything to severe, I should be able to handle it. Don’t have to be formal Miss Kite, there is no need for it anyway.” I got back up on my feet and stretched a little. It would be good to get my mind off of this stuff anyway, be nice to spar finally. “Do you want to spar and just see if you can pick up something along the way? Or want me to show something, I’m for ideas at the moment.” Would be my first time teaching and I guess I need to figure something out. Although, it would be cool to just fight and get some steam off. “Would you like to wager something on this? I can tell both of us needs to get some, steam off.”

Maybe eventually I can figure out why the labs choose me. I cannot be just that I have a sister that they have tested on as well, that would be too simple. Hope it isn’t for anything to sinister.

(no worries *hugs* although... 75% sucess rate at fighting off the attacks? that makes Camryn a shoe-in for Queen of Fighters, i think.)

Kite rocked her shoulders back and forth to loosen up, grinning eagerly, "Sparring's what i had in mind, yeah. Best way to learn to fight, i think. What fucks you up tells you the tricks you wanna steal most."

A wager? "Eh, if you want to gamble on it, make it something trivial. i figure one of the rules we want is we're not -actually- trying to maim each other, and i get a little too competitive anyway when there's something on the line." A little too competitive. That's one way of saying that her human opponents usually wake up in medical. But that's not the goal here. The goal is to learn. To see. To hone. Kite was practically salivating at the prospect, plenty of the other 'fighters' she'd met on campus were just used to bullying those who didn't fight back, maybe a brawl or two. To face another who truly knew a dance of blood...well, eager was an understatement beyond compare.

"How you wanna start this? The usual three taps on the mat to call it quits?"

(Oh well 75% is a bit high ya -.- Imma put it to 50% :p It's hard for me to describe the style, so for reference, look up Helena Douglas from Dead or Alive.)

"Oh ya, don't want to hurt each other and make it easier for... other stuff to get a hand on us right? Ya sure, 3 taps. I don't mind doing that at all."

I stood up and stretched a little as well. This would be interesting, it has been quite a long time since I have done anything like this. So how would it go? Who knows really. I'm not the typical girl that fights to bully others, it's a defensive stance for me, only to use when completely necessary. Now that I'm here, it seems like it's coming in handy, though the people I am fighting is not exactly the type that I was trained against. After giving it some thought, I took my stance on the mat, across from Kite. Giving a soft sigh and closed my eyes for a moment to meditate, to concentrate. I opened my eyes and took a stance with my legs apart, lowering myself a little. My hands are a bit around my waist, nothing more. I had to calm myself a little before doing anything, hoping that I didn't hurt Kite, or that fighting someone that was actually human wouldn't be a tad weird for a little bit.

"So, come, if you dare."

(Cammie dear, 10% is high ;p)

Kite waited a few moments to make sure Camryn was ready, even holding something of a made-up stance, knees slightly bent, right shoulder towards Camryn, loose fists held at the ready. And yet, Camryn did not move. Kite was no stranger to fighting humans, even on the island. But she'd never truly sparred before, not against someone from whom she expected to learn, rather than teach them the important life lesson: do not antagonize the pissy chick with more scars than flesh between them.

But Camryn wasn't attacking. That was okay, she liked attacking. So without warning, she charged, outthrust right elbow seeking Camryn's body, no real target beyond driving hard bone into soft flesh. One way or another, intending to follow by turning to bring her other hand around in one of those hate-fuelled punches the bags of sand had grown to loathe.

(is not! )

I took my time but that was actually because my style of fighting isn't the aggressive type, I can be of course but it's not usually wise to do so. This vibe came from kite, that she just wanted to hurt people when it came to fighting. That actually isn't what my style is known for, aside from the aspects of fighting, you can also meditate with it. It's one of the reasons why I picked it up so young, it helped a lot. Though to be honest, sometimes it was weird seeing a young white girl doing something that older Chinese men tend to do. But that was ok, always have been different and this was no different. So I waited a little bit before Kite rushed me head on.

She came at me with an elbow apparently bent on hitting me. This was way too obvious in many ways, so I took a step forward into the strike, but planted my foot a bit on the side to avoid the strike. But during the same motion of me avoiding the strike, both of my hands were brought up and caught the elbow, and in a circular motion I turned the strike the other way completely and struck Kite around the mid-section with an open palm. The movements were very fast, not to sure if Kite even saw what I did but some how hitting her.

(Then things really have changed, heh.)

Kite staggers as the blow to her chest, doubles her over, her attempt at a followup to her elbow strike falling uselessly wide. She staggers back, a mixture of coughing and laughter as she straightens back up, catching her breath quite quickly.

"Yes!" More laughter, "Oh it's been ages... Show me more!" Kite closed the distance quickly again, this time holding her arms close, and while she dropped her shoulder to pull back for a punch, but instead kept turning, dropping down to try to hook a kick around Camryn's legs.

(I am probably over doing it :p)

It was an odd reaction after hitting someone to be sure. I never had this reaction after connecting with a hit before, maybe this is Kite’s first time with a challenge? Or am I over thinking about it. While I was thinking, she quickly charged, not really hasty but enough to get my attention once again. Instead of aiming for my chest, she went for my legs instead. This was a bit of an eye opener but deciding as fast as possible to dodge instead of trying to counter with something. Taking a small jump backwards and trying to avoid the sweep, only barely though.

Having to frown a little, I said quietly, “That was a bit naughty. Maybe I should be a bit more offensive huh?” But I had to be sure that it wasn’t reckless, especially when I’m not especially sure how Kite really fights. Deciding to really gauge her, quickly after the sweep, I took a step towards Kite and with a windmill motion with my hand, I struck downwards, aiming at Kite’s head.

(Overdoing the fighting is what got Kite a -lot- of NICE Labs attention, you know... ;p)

It was far from the first challenge. But the first time in so long to fight someone she could learn from. There's little insight to be gained fighting the denizens of the island, too overwhelming, the only thing gained is surety of not being strong enough.

But this? Camryn is just human, as well. Kite knows that when it comes to brute force, well, there were plenty of students who had only thought they could fight. But Camryn isn't obviously stronger or faster than Kite, just much much better trained. And that means she knows lots that Kite can learn. "Naughty? Nah, naughty involved spring-loaded knives."

Kite raises her arm as Camryn's comes down, the blow still strikes true, but not with all its force, Kite staggers slightly to one side, interrupted in getting back to her feet, and lunges instead, trying to catch Camryn off guard with a tackle. She actually hopes not to succeed. She wants to see everything Camryn can show her.

(Oh ya I know. Dawn got taken there cuz she was a pain to deal with hehe.)

I manage to connect the blow but Kite did block it rather well. Very impressed actually. Just a little hit here and there has given me a lot of insight with Kite. One thing that really came to me was how good she was good at fighting. Obviously rough around the edges, but if she was trained properly, Kite can be VERY good, better than me actually. That was interesting in itself and I thought maybe I can give her enough that she won't be attacked again. That was a stretch though I suppose. After my strike, Kite did something I didn't expect, she lunged at me instead of backing off a little. Thinking fast on my feet, I pivoted to my right, to avoid the lunge, but I was still side-swiped a little by Kite passing past me.

Having to smile at that move, I had an idea of blowing Kite a kiss for some reason. It has been a long time since I had a challenge. Kite is good purely on experience and I'm a bit envious about it. Yes, by all things, I'm great because I was taught early, without it, probably just be a regular girl. Didn't want to be that way though, Kite is someone I can relate to and that was something I rarely meet. Wondering about if we can hang out... she can help me with some personal stuff too.

Kite dives for the floor when Camryn dodges, hoping to roll out of the way of a counter-attack, but none comes! She scrambles back to her feet anyway, curling tight fists, ready to attack again. And attack she does, punches, kicks, the two exchange strikes for several breathlessly long minutes, occasionally tagging each other with solid strikes. Mostly Camryn tagging her, but ever so occasionally the reverse.

"If you want to take a turn actually attacking me rather than just dancing around me, we can go with that, too, you know."

She's learning. Each exchange of blows, she's getting just a little bit closer to reading Camryn's attacks. Picking up new tricks to add to her own arsenal. And loving every second of it. Every. Single. Deliciously. Violent. Second.

After several exchanges and punches, I had to smile. If only because of how fast Kite is learning. She is an extremely fast learner and no doubt a top notch fighter if she had learned any sort of fighting style at an early age. I have known for a while that, my style was rather particular. Particular meaning, it’s rather specific and has a set way of fighting. That tends to be a bad thing but Pi Qua Quan is very hard to predict, mainly based on movements, but that doesn’t mean Ms. Kite cannot pick up on something. She had already done so.

“Oh? Already with the trash talking huh Ms. Kite?”

Though I was counter-hitting a lot, I was trying to be on the careful side. Maybe that wasn’t extremely necessary. So with that in mind, I started attacking more often, especially trying to hit Kite before Kite had a chance to hit back.

Kite grins, laughing again, "No, no, trash talking goes more like 'Someone drag off this malinfano before i get tired of waiting for a real fighter!' or that sort of thing." Few people are terribly happy about being pounded on, and certainly once Camryn cut loose, Kite had a lot of learning to do before she was going to make solid contact again, pushed firmly onto the defensive, which very definitely wasn't her strong point. "Really, i've never seen the point of true trash-talking... outclass someone that much, they're not going to last long enough to be worth spending words on. And a skilled opponent ought to be respected!"

With the last word Kite twists sharply, adapting the windmill motion Camryn had used to deliver that nice ringing strike to her head, only this one coming up from below as a quick series of blocks to twist her inside Camryn's guard, with intent to capture her arm and roll Camryn across Kite's back to slam her into the mat.

Kite really was learning fast. Despite that I was hitting her several times, dodging as well, she adapted very fast and copied some of what I had done to her. Of course, my own techniques did work on me, but I did see them coming and blocked some of the hits before being caught off guard by the tackle and flip me to the floor. It was an eye opener to be exact but I got back on my feet fast, crouching into a ball before attempting to kick Kite off of me in a fast motion. I had an idea of how to proceed, during all of this, I had only gone after Kite in the mid-section, I had a lot more in store then just the mid-section.

I did agree with the trash talking part, I never done it in an official match before. Course to be honest, it wasn’t even allowed. “I agree, not necessary at all.”

What you cannot destroy, take. What you cannot take, adapt. What you cannot adapt, suborn. Blood demands this of all who dance in its name. Of all who consecrate themselves in violence.

Kite was always proud of the fact that anybody who ever got the drop on her, before she'd even gotten back to her feet she was already thinking of how to make the technique her own. She wouldn't always succeed so quickly, but always, always trying.

However, as it sent her crashing to the mat in a daze, just laying there for several seconds before dragging herself back up, it seemed likely that it would be awhile before she would be thinking anything other than 'ow' about that two-footed kick to the face.

I smiled at Kite and dropped my stance after another rather rough hit. Not wanting to hurt Kite any more, I offered my hand to pick her off the mat” A-are you ok? I’m sorry that might have been a bit harder than what I meant. If you want a break I’ll be glad to stop. No point in going too hard right…? Besides, I would love to hear about how my sister was on campus.” Really didn’t want to harm her and I was indeed panting. Despite that Kite was a street fighter, she knew what she was doing and it’s hard to get in on her even though I had training. Always used my training as a protection, to protect others. I really wasn't cruel with it at all and that was my main goal. Martial arts for me was about training the body and mind, not violence. Tried my very best to reflect that in how I act. I hope I did a good job of it.

“Besides, we been here awhile… we could use a break. Or do you want to continue… maybe we can up the stakes a bit?”