Training

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/9Ld6coP.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">She could tell, and Anastasia couldn't prevent a little grin from sneaking it's way onto her face. The other girl was... well, not her. Very not her. Anastasia was serious and too tense, and the other girl was all... well, relaxed.

"My name is Anastasia. Perhaps we should spar, and I can see how your school is?" Simple enough - a friendly spar to see if they were on the same level or not. No injuries. Just nice and casual, to see if the school was even worth her time. It obviously did decent strength training, but technique was such a big part of it that couldn't be ignored.
</div>[/thoth] @"Saryn" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/9Ld6coP.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">"I have no powers to speak of that could help, so easy enough." She replied, giving the gear question a nod. It wasn't hard to find a cupboard full of supplies, and she pulled some out, trying them on until she found a set that fit her nicely. "No face shots, I presume? And nothing meant to injure." Simple enough rules that she assumed were more or less universal as she strode back to the mat, shifting into a relaxed fighting stance. She was ready, and more than willing to let the likely younger girl take the first strike.
</div>[/thoth] @"Saryn" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/SW0XdGM.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">What? Diamonds? Anastasia couldn't help but let out a laugh, although she couldn't say why. Delight at the absurdity of it? It was just so bizarre. She hadn't been on the island nearly long enough to think that was just normal.

She let the laughter fade, slipping into her fighting stance. She ducked slightly, arms held out in front of her, and slid to the side of the chop, reaching out to grab at Olivia's wrist. She missed the grab itself, but at least managed to knock the wrist out of her way, keeping it from slamming it into her gut. She lunged herself, trying to grab at the girl's shoulder.
</div>[/thoth] @"Saryn" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/5uZki9l.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">Anastasia's face was serious, focused and intent. Fighting was all about give and take. If you tried to dodge everything, you'd fail. Sometimes you had to take blows and mitigate them, or sometimes take them entirely in order to get in a hit of your own. She let the elbow strike her, but rolled with it, letting the force of the blow turn her as he hands snapped out, grabbing at Olivia's nearest shoulder. All she needed was one good grab.
</div>[/thoth] @"Saryn" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​

<table><tbody><tr><td><div style="padding:15px;"><div><div><div style="border:8px solid #ffffff;width:125px;height:125px;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/KXodjSv.png" style="height:125px;"></div></div><div style="text-align:justify;">The blow to her elbow hurt like hell, so it would come as little surprise that she reacted poorly. Anastasia had always struggled with her competitive nature, and while she'd taken some excellent steps towards keeping it in check, months of frustration came out all at once, her face twisting with anger.

Her right fist was occupied, her grip only barely on Olivia's shoulder, but her left fist was free - and she brought it into Olivia's side far harder than she normally would have in a spar.

She regretted it immediately. Even though there wasn't much wind up, hiding someone in the side like that was bound to hurt, and no doubt bruise badly, and she immediately released her hand, jumping backwards. To say she was mortified by what she'd done was an understatement.

"I'm sorry, I just-" She cut herself off, well aware of just how stupid she sounded, blurting out a terrible apology. There was no reason for it. She'd taken her anger out on a stranger in a heated moment.
</div>[/thoth] @"saryn" </div></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>​