Karen smiled, but it was a touch strained. She doesn't say anything for a long minute. ...only because you seem to WANT me to be angry at you...

She shakes her head slowly, her expression going back to the level one from before. I'm having fun... for reasons you can't even understand. Raising both of her hands, she held them both up like a 'boxing' stance, rising up a little in her stance. Then she uses the fingers in both hands to gesture for Anna to 'come on' again.

Besides you having self esteem issues, are there any other personal problems you wanted to air? She began to smile again, but it was friendlier... mostly because she had an idea of how she wanted to handle this now. And it was going to be fun, too. It was the kind of friendly smile that didn't have much predatory intent behind it despite a lot of confidence... not much, but some...

The grin spreads, as impossible as that seems, a skeleton rictus. Vast array of necklaces and baubles bounce over her chest. "Girl, I just want you to be able to air your grievances and conflicted emotions with me in a positive and productive manner." Okay, boxing she knows alright. Her boyfriend used to love playing that stuff. Ali 24/7. Tyson. Liston. She lifts her fists, tapped together like she's wearing gloves. She circles around the girl, weaving, quick feet. "You're kind of sexy when you're cocky, you know that?"

A couple of punches are thrown, quick, not hitting, just feints to gauge Karen's response, not close enough or open enough for the other girl to exploit and turn her arms against her, measuring her opponent. "Low blow girl. She laughs. "Don't be so quick to assume I don't understand... but yeah. Sure. Personal problems. Questions, really. I've always wondered how you managed to fight with those big sweater kittens you're rocking."

Ahh... thanks for the compliment. She said drily, though she flushed very much at her other crack. I somehow think you are involved in this for more than sweater kittens.

She remained relaxed still, although her fists were in the right combat position for boxing. Or many others. She sways left, a bit surprised at Anna's feinting, but not enough to be caught flat-footed. Anna was pretty bright... decent in some ways... but her attitude needed adjusting. With a freaking hammer.

You are the one who wanted to fight and started taunting me... so I have to wonder if you have a hankering to get your ass kicked... or just some sorta persecution complex. Stepping forwards again, she took her time just getting a feel for how Anna moved, moving as little as possible herself.

...So is this about making yourself feel better by making me dislike you, or just your roundabout way of asking me out? Because you could be clearer. She didn't even throw any feints or fake punches, just watching how Anna used them and kept her defense up.

"Aw.... I'm making you dislike me? You're just killing my ego.... And here I thought me and you were connecting." Closing the gap, slowly. She's getting a little gutsier, testing jabs to Karen's defense, quick little rabbit punches. Feet move too quick to get easily tripped up. "It's like this, Karen. You know how to fight, I want to know how to fight. If me and you melt into the heat of the moment, well that's just an unintended bonus, isn't it?"

Eyes follow the other girl's fists, mostly, but ocassionally dance down, to make sure she's not trying anything tricky with her legs. "It's not as difficult as you're trying to make it, Ms. Kinsey. I'm not a wounded sparrow for you to patch up and nurture back to good health, no matter how appealing and romantic the thought may seem to you."

She shook her head slowly, smiling briefly at Anna's crack. Karen let her continue to do her rabbit punches, testing strikes, and snorts at her last words. Hah... ever the hopeful, aren't you?

Shaking her head, she began to slowly move in towards Anna. You can say that pretty easily... but learning this stuff isn't just a matter of doing it. You are taking it a little more seriously... but do you know what I mean by that?

She shifts her body a little, stepping in quickly and faking a punch, but pulls back quickly. Her eyes were on Anna's again, and she maintained the eye contact throughout any of their feints and rabbiting...

"Hehn. I know if you were any more serious, your head would pop off your shoulders from the pressure." She can't give as good as she gets from Karen in the makeshift ring, but she can certainly rile the girl up. Fists dart forward, rabbit jabs, breathing hard. "Me and you both know being able to fight isn't any good here, right? But it must be nice to have a release for all that anger. I see the derision in the looks you give me, girly. You find my methods of comfort unsettling, hm?"

Karen didn't say anything for a minute, focused on Anna's fists, jabs... probably digesting her words as well. Maybe a little. She finally says, giving her a quick punch on the shoulder before backing off. But I didn't complain about it. That's your business... of dealing with this place, right?

Stepping back again, she resumed fighting defensively... focusing on the fighting as much as she could. I'm not going to take my anger out on you, Anna. I don't want to carry you back to your room. She spares a tight grin, but continued to deflect and block Anna's punches.

...so why did you ask me for a spar... or to learn anything... if it's useless? There's a little extra bite to the last word as Karen steps in, but only feints; she doesn't follow through with a strike, and steps back again.

There's a difference in being serious and taking this seriously. Because if you can't do the latter, there's no point in asking me for anything.

She's not used to working out at all, much less with the intensity Karen's used to, and she's starting to look haggard already, gasped breaths, smoker's lung. Her makeup runs smeared from the beading perpiration on her face. She holds her hands up in a T. "Timeout..." She gasps, bending over, hands on knees, and then sinking to indian style on the grass. Fingers reach around, fumbling to find her shirt, carefully wiping her face clean. Her free hand moves to place a couple fingers to her throat, counting pulse while she catches breath.

"Maybe.... I mean.... Can't fight something off... but it's good discipline right? .... and besides.... You get to punch me when I'm ready for it.... and maybe.... you might not snap at random.... and end up going at me..." Controlled breath. Pause as she takes in a long sigh. "Go at me with a sock full of bed knobs while I'm asleep." Slowly getting her composure back, the edge of an insufferable smirk offered up at Karen.

Karen was breathing a little, but her body was more stinging from the hits she took (especially the voluntary ones) than from genuine exhaustion. She already had enough of that earlier... and she was conserving her energy while fighting her.

Anna's response sort of surprised her. She sat down slowly, shoulders a bit hunched as she looked at her in the face. You can't fight something off... but you might be able to get away. Karen had to say that much, offering a half a smile to her. It was a bit of a peace offering.

...but are you telling me... you are asking about this... for self-discipline? Karen grinned a little, now outright teasing her. I'm kind of surprised at you.

Her brow is raised, chilly, breathing hard as she sits through her exhaustion in the dirt. Then the other words. She's surprised at her? Well isn't that just darling? Ugh.... This was a bad idea Anna. Hands in the grass, she pushes to her feet. "You know what? Forget I said anything. Forget this ever happened. You keep doing your thing and I'll keep doing mine, alright?" She scoops up her shirt, leaning down to pluck up boots.

Karen's expression flickered with hurt and surprise at what Anna said. What the hell? After a moment, watching Anna grab at her boots, Karen finally grunted. I've been playing your game here up until this point. If I've said something that offended your bizarre tastes... She trailed off, then grinned faintly at Anna. ...tough shit. You don't get to act all huffy over nothing.

Pausing a moment to brush off her legs, she starts to climb up to her feet. Or is this an excuse to run because you think you are going to lose? Her tone was teasing, and she threw Anna a smile as she moved up into a basic karate stance again. Besides... I appreciate the chance to trade some bruises with you.

"Yeah, I'm sure you do." Hn. "Trading bruises", like Karen even thinks for a second she's going to walk away from this with any injuried. The inside of her pointer finger trails her lip, brow raised, near-sneer. "Girly, I know I'd lose. Would have been nice to leave you with a big fat shiner on that smirking, condescending face of yours, though." She stands, defensive. It's not a stance, shoulders hunched, peering darkly at the other girl beneath hanging violet-black hair.

Karen just blinks and stares at Anna silently for a moment. Jesus Christ, what did I do to you? Did I run over your dog or something? Because I've never seen someone this angry at me over nothing! She didn't speak the thoughts in her head, just trying to absorb what Anna said.

Finally, she heaved a sigh and responded. ...Condescending... ok? Well, you might've if you fought a bit smarter. Her expression was clearly frustrated as she watched her, straightening back up from a combat-ready pose. Listen... I just want to know what's got you this angry at me. Or if you're angry at me. I've been not complaining about... what you do. And I've been playing along with this... insanity of yours about as long as I can stand. I'm no psychic... can't you just tell me what you want?

The curve to her lip is dark, stray strand of purple hair dangling in her eyes as a snake tongue flicks over dark lips. Her head tilts as she bridges the gap with the other girl. It's not a stance and, well, smacking her like this would seem rather untoward, but it's intimidating, a practiced sway of hips, eyes boldly holding Karen in hypnotic, cobra stare. Her voice is a honeyed purr.

"Little sensei, it's not really about me, is it?" Pink pout, but her lips have to try hard not to break into a smirk. "You must understand it's frustrating from the perspective of the sympathetic roommate, watching you trot out every morning in that cute little kung-fu outfit, wander back in every afternoon with it all sticky and tight but just as achingly lonely." Gold eyes gleam with the hunger of a jungle cat playing with its food as she steals Karen's cheek in her palm, thumb stroke of mock comfort. "Like all the punches and kicks and karate chops are going to mean something in the end. Oh, things will be fine when you finally graduate... But eventually it's going to dawn on you we aren't getting out of here. This isn't built as a purgatory darling. Do your time, get your card punched, go on your merry way." Her purr is directly in Karen's ear now, hot breath tickling at skin as she holds her face in place. "And then it's just a moment before the real hell dawns on you. They scooped you up as a virgin, didn't they princess? Think of that. All proud and sure. The only intimacy you're ever going to know is with a chorus line of monsters who look at you the same way you eyeball a hot fudge sundae." There's a tap of tongue to ear as her head dances back, reading Karen's expression.

Karen had been in mid-frustrated annoyance, trying to get at what Anna wanted from her! Did she want training, or to get some point across, or what? Anna's response was to... come onto her, hard.

Caught in Anna's eyes, she stared as she breathed in shakily, face flushed. Words were caught in her throat, and beneath her full breasts she could feel her heart pounding faster. She had locked eyes with her in the martial fashion necessary to read intent, to anticipate attack, but this only let her be caught in Anna's web.

Wide-eyed, she started as Anna's palm caught her cheek. Red lips were moistened with her tongue, and she struggled to find her words, even as she felt herself surrounded by Anna's. For a moment, she was lost in her tone, but she gradually found herself putting together what she said. Her quick breathing was caught by the near purr at her ear, eyes wide... then before she steps back Karen finds some standing.

I... I noticed... She whispers, watching her. You... didn't really answer my question. She tries to be focused, but she was distracted, flustered, and still very... hot.

I... don't think... you asked to fight me... got angry enough to... storm off... because you want to jump me. A deep breath helped to try to calm her heart down. Now you're just... trying to distract me. Karen smiled uneasily, though she didn't quite believe it. Her body certainly didn't; it was being very distractingly aroused. That last touch of her tongue had nearly made her gasp.

So... so listen... I'm sorry... if I pissed you off. Can't you tell me... what you really want here? Her mind tried not to think about how that could sound... what her body was thinking about, with the way her posture slouched and rolled backwards just a hair.