"Please. Girly, you wouldn't even make the waiting list for my most mundane dreams." Fingers splayed, thumbs to temples as she combs hair back from her face. "You wouldn't even get a call back for an audition for the role of extra in my most boring dream." Eyes following Karen, looking for a distraction, an opening. Her left fist dances up, towards Karen's face while her fists are raised, aiming to catch the girl in a block while her right fist cracks out for her belly.

Karen resists the urge to roll her eye at the taunt, though she was smiling again. The two-strike feint was pretty good, and Karen grunted as a hit nails her in the stomach. Taking half a step back, she breathed out slowly... controlling her breathing to keep herself steady.

So then are you still going to act like a kid, or are you going to tell me what this isn't about, if not to get into my clothes? She opens her hands, holding herself loosely like she did at first... she knew this kinda style from her sword-work back home... it wasn't anything like the karate she normally trains with.

And more importantly if she limited its use, she wasn't going to hurt Anna... nor was she liable to know how to deal with it. Although she was remarkably decent for a basic brawler... I'm going to have to put you over my knee if you don't explain yourself. How much of this have you really done?

That's satisfying. She grins, cocky, backing off again, consciously focusing herself again, doing her best to replicate the stance, working from memory to replicate the way Karen stood, the buoyancy to her steps. It's sloppy and imprecise. Great. Now both her hands hurt. "Hn. I know a little bit...." Brow lifting sly. "Bent over and spanked, huh? Watch yourself, you poor, repressed little thing. It's all starting to bubble to the surface."

Karen just stood there, shaking her head and hiding a smile. Alright.. if you are so sure about that, come and fight me. Or are you going to keep on stumbling over your feet like a half-drunk twit? She didn't have any kind of stance anymore... well, she was just standing there with her hands at her sides. Her arms weren't even raised.

You've got fifteen seconds. After that, you'll be on the grass and you won't be getting up. If you want to win, you'd better start now. She was still smiling, standing there and looking more like someone about to walk in the park than start fighting.

She rolls her eyes. "I have been fighting. You're the one who's just been standing around getting hit." and Anna the one who's been feeling the sting from it. Lips twisted up as Karen just taunts and smirks. Heh. She springs forward at Karen, weight thrown to the front of her body, knee held out leveled at the other girl's throat as she tackles her.

Karen steps forwards just as Anna sinks down to leap... but by then, Anna is already thinking about leaping. Already leaping. Except Karen was stepping next to Anna... and a hand fell on Anna's chest... and then shoved down lightly. Anna fell like a brick, her back hitting the grass.

And I'm still the one taking it more seriously. Come on, get up. She was in a stance now, one foot forwards, knee a little bent as she moved her back foot around so her front was facing down Anna. Karen wasn't smiling, her expression still relaxed, even looking meditative.

Of course she should have seen that coming. She should have been able to predict it, but she's no martial artist. Just one second she's in momentum and the next she's cursing herself, head turned to look at Karen in surprise before the girl's pushing gently and the momentum is reversed. Thud! Body hitting the soft grass, pushing up to her elbows, ample chest heaving under the tank top. Flash of panties. She tugs her skirt back down, scowling at Karen. "You have some zen advice for me? 'Don't see where your opponent is. See where your opponent will be.' Something like that?"

She hefts to her feet with a grunt, wiping grass stains from her skirt, stretching arms in front of her, cracking her neck. She patiently studies Karen, again, settling in to mimic the stance.

No... I was just going to kick your ass. Something about comments like "if you wanted, you'd have me at your feet" and me having 'certain tensions' to work out. Oh... and that you felt like kicking me around a little. She smiled just a bit, but just watched her getting to her feet.

The 'stance' was pretty simple, and she stepped forwards into a 'casually-standing' stance. It was called 'natural stance', though Anna wouldn't know that. It just looked like she was standing there, but if Anna was sharp enough she'd know that she was both relaxed and ready. Her hands were slightly forwards, but they were low, at her sides. Maybe Anna could sneak in a hit if she rushed Karen...

But as Anna startled to settle, Karen suddenly started walking at her. Quickly. Not raising her hands, not even attacking or charging. Just walking at Anna quickly... and possibly crowding and forcing Anna to back away.

"That's more like it, baby. There's that fire," she teases, stud clicking against her teeth as she flicks her tongue out. The girl's just got about an inch (maybe two, shoeless) and fifteen pounds on her, but it's all lean muscle, hard not to back away when she starts approaching with such confidence. She's trying to imitate but finding it hard. Making the first move would be stupid. She's seen how that turn out, so she does her best to just stare the girl back down, breath on Karen's face, dark lashes fluttered, smirk insufferable. Fingers twitch at her sides, doing her best to keep eye contact with Karen, eyes flitting imperceptibly to try and catch any sudden movements, uncomfortably intimate, this closeness.

Karen just grinned a bit, the first change of expression she had in a bit. What? That sounds like the bark of a tiny dog. Reaching up slowly, maintaining this eye contact, Karen's fingers pushed against Anna's shoulder... Karen's focused eyes were looking into Anna's, Karen's fingers pushing gently against right shoulder, bodies coming closer, facing each other, but off-center of each other.

It felt like a provocation, goading Anna to strike at her or grab at Karen's hand. For another instant, they were looking at each other. Then Karen began to drift past her... and suddenly she stepped faster, smoothly moving behind Anna as her other hand came down on Anna's shoulder.

And DOWN she went again. Standing straight, Anna wouldn't have thought she could go down like that. Fall backwards, maybe, but Anna's knees suddenly buckled and her rear shot down to her ankles. The back of Anna's head would have smashed into the ground painfully as well as her rear, but Karen's right hand caught the back of her head.

Just tell me when you are going to start trying...

She's just about to reach for Karen's wrist when the girl snaps to the side, leveraging Anna's weight against her. It happens so fast she doesn't even realize what's happening. Vision goes gray and blurry as her knees give way beneath her, hitting the ground beneath her, ass hitting legs as she sinks prostrate, yoked in place by Karen's fingers, tangled through purple-streaked hair. Her palms move flat to the grass, pausing to take in a deep breath. "Uncle. You got me girl."

She's certainly not in a position to levy an attack, turned away from Karen, forced to knees, held by the head, legs immobile beneath her own weight. Slow, slight smirk, as she recovers her bearings. "What now?" she taunts.

Anna found she wasn't able to move easily; her feet were still on the ground, but she was practically horizontal. If it wasn't for the hand on the back of Anna's head she'd fall back and hit it. Which might be why Karen let Anna drop the rest of the way.

Stop flirting with me and get back up. Unless you are saying you give up... Karen smirks. Maybe if you have, we should have a talk. You can start with a public apology and a bit of humility... Tilting her head, Karen stepped back to give Anna room, teasing her obviously with the smirk Karen had on her face. Then she settled back into a proper karate stance for once. Something Anna was familiar with... ish!

With her palms flat, the fall isn't nearly as painful as it would be otherwise.... not to say it isn't painful. She'll surely be sporting some bruises to match her eyeshadow in the morning. "Heh. Now you're getting it girl. When you get down to it, that's all anyone wants in the world. To dominate someone else. s'all there is to it." A wince as she lifts achingly to all fours, and then, with a dull sigh, back to her feet. She gets some distance before turning back to face Karen.

Familiar? As if. But she's seen some kung-fu flicks. Watched her way through almost all of Karen's collection by now, probably, and has a much easier time mimicking it. "Think you can teach me that thing you just did to me?" There's a slight pant in her voice now, rather more quickly worn out than athletic little Karen.

Her expression tightened slightly. Something Anna said hurt Karen. A lot. Though she didn't show it, much... maybe Anna would see something in the flinch.

Maybe... that's up to you more than up to me. Her expression didn't change much overall, but she spoke quieter. If anything, she felt a bit ashamed... but she wasn't going to go easy on Anna. Not until they had a little more of this... for a few reasons.

She did show a bit more courtesy, even if Anna might not completely deserve it yet. Do you want to go on?

Anna's hurting too, but it's far more visceral. There's a rush to her breath now, pink rising to white skin, excited flush as her chest rises and falls steadily, skirt and top stained with grass and sweat. With all the meek little things she drags to their dorm, she rarely gets this sort of rush. Then, loathe to admit it, Anna was never one naturally inclined to hold the leash.

"It's what I'm here for, right? Bring it, girlfriend. Make me beg." All the while, watching her move, doing her best to store it away in her neurology, to analyze and imitate later. "Feels good, doesn't it?" White razor of a grin, stretched ear to ear. "Hurting me."