Crimson Snow; Seraphim and Tracy's encounter

As Seraphim was training, her stance was a bit different than Tracy had seen last time. Normally, Seraphim was a hybrid fighter, almost literally having two styles cut at the waist. But today, her entire stance was based on the defensive boxing she took from the waist up, her feet even position in the manner a boxer would in the ring. Seraphim liked to train each style seperately first before combining them, breaking her excersizes down to those three steps after her warm ups and stretching, and right now she was going through her routines of getting a solid stance in her powerful art of strikes and punches.

Unaware that Tracy was sneaking up on her, Seraphim continued, now making her way to an overhanging punching bag. Like a ball being dribbled, the small red bag that hung overhead was being pounded in a rythem of high jabs, hitting the board above it as the bag looked like it was practically begging to break or tear under Seraphim's blows. The girl had her style down and done perfectly, but she was too focused to really know much about her surroundings right now.

A little sweatdrop fell from Tracy's forehead. She didnt think Seraphim could get mad at her just because of this little joke, but anyway, she was a little nervous. And just imagining the reaction of the white haired girl made her more and more excited. The redhead advanced slowly and carefully, trying not to make any noise which could warn Seraphim about her presence.

Tracy stood right behind of her trainer. Now was the moment of truth. She took a big breath, inflating her flat chest and decided to go for it right away. She wanted to surprise Seraphim, and what she did next was proof of it. " Good Morning, Seraphy-chaaan~!! " The redhead screamed as loud as she could. If that didnt scare Seraphim, definitely nothing will do it.

Damn, Tracy wasn't even here yet and she could already feel herself working up a sweat. She needed to conserve her strength, but Seraphim felt like she was building up a good tempo, and didn't feel like breaking her rythem. It was to often that Seraphim came to this gym, but it was enoguh that people knew her, after all, she was a part of the AFW, so people often turned heads when she walked by. But none of them seemed to mention Tracy's approach, and it left Seraphim completely in the dark about her pupil's approach.

When Tracy shouted, it did startle Seraphim, but not in the way Tracy had planned. In all her years in looking out for her life, Seraphim had grown good senses and instincts, and almost never allowed people to sneak up on her like that. Instead, she was too focused on her rythem, and Tracy got a sudden reaction from Seraphim she wouldn't have suspected. Instincts kicking in, Seraphim took it as a threat, and she spun around on the heel of her foot, the next punh she was sending to the boxing bag now swinging around in a hook, heading strait for Tracy. It was all out of pure reaction and instinct, as Seraphim was used to usually a threat or someone dangerous sneaking up behind her, but instead the crushing blow was spun around to hit Tracy instead, Seraphim's crimson eye widening at the last moment when she realized who it was, but she couldn't pull back in time. It was up to Tracy to try and dodge or instead get a mean blow right in the noggin.

Seraphim's reaction was exactly the opposite of what she expected. Tracy thought it was going to be like always; the other person would jump and let a scream escape their mouth. But what came from her friend wasnt a scream, but a fist. Tracy's wasnt fast enough to dodge the punch, and it connected on her cheek. The redhead stepped backwards, holding her now red cheek. She looked at the floor for a moment before turning her head to glare at Seraphim. Tracy didnt seem any happy... 'Hell! That hurt.' Her eyes didnt stop looking at the white haired. " Seraphy-chan.... You just.... punched me...? " The little kawaii's voice sounded like if she was ready to cry.

When Seraphim's punch had hit it's mark, only barely able to soften the blow to the slightest when she realized who it was at the last moment, Seraphim imediattley jumped back, apologizing like it wasn't a big deal. "Agh! Shit-shit-shit! I'm sorry 'bout that! Y-You shouldn't sneak up on me, I-I don't handle that well." Realizing already that it was rather pointless to tell this to Tracy, Seraphim just approached the red haired girl, and tried to ease the situation some. "I'll get you some ice or somethin', I mean, i-if you need it, you're okay, right?" Clearly, Seraphim was concerned, even with Tracy glaring at her she didn't let it bother her at all as she was more focused on Tracy's well being over her own, that was what mattered the most anyway.

Tracy rubbed her red cheek and looked at Seraphim for a moment more. Though Seraphim had weakened a little that punch, the redhead couldnt remember someone who had hit her that hard. Maybe Lethe, but no one else. She stood back up straight, and took her hand off her red cheek. Though it still hurt a little, it was nothing serious. Tracy shook her head when Seraphim offered her some ice. " It's nothing... but just to be even... " The redhead said before giggling softly and launching a powerful punch to the white haired girl's cheek. She liked more to give than receive... Good way to apply what the old people say in Christmas.

When Tracy replied with a laugh and acting like she as okay, Seraphim let out a sigh of releif. However, this also made her guard drop severely, and left her wide open to Tracy's attack. When it came at her, Seraphim's crimson eye widened like a deer in the headlights, unable to avoid the oncoming blow. At the last moment, she tried to bend back, but didn't do so enough in time as she ducked a little too late, causing the strike to go right to the side of her forehead instead. Hitting Seraphim's skull was like striking steel, dense enough to prove how much tolerance she built up over the years. However that didn't mean it still didn't hurt, as Seraphim took the strike and staggered back, nearly falling over as one hand clutched the side of her skull, and she cringed in pain. "Gah! Wh-What the Hell was that?!" She said aloud while gritting her teeth, managing to shake it off in a few moments to prove her pain tolerance, but still rather pissed to be hit so suddenly like that. It was sneaky.. but then again, Seraphim had to give Tracy credit, catching her off guard was an accomplishment. And pretty soon, her look of anger changed to a deviant grin, sly as a fox as she cracked her knuckles and stood tall once again.

"So... you want me to beat you down then, is that it?" She said with a dark tone, suddenly coming off with a very vengeful and destructive aura, like she was not going to have any mercy against Tracy.

Tracy smirked evily as her punch hit Seraphim's skull. But in no more than 2 seconds, her knuckles were hurting like hell. 'What is she made of...?! Rock?! ' She imagined as she gritted her teeth and clutched her hurt hand, trying to hide the pain. " It was a punch, what else could it be? " The kawaii redhead mockingly said as she looked up at Seraphim in the eyes. Her courage burst didnt last long. The white haired girl looked so scary that Tracy almost wet herself. But there wasnt a chance in Hell that she was going to step back on her words and acts. " Oh, I wouldnt be so sure, Seraphy. You'll find out what I've been doing after midnight. So, bring it. " She raised her arms and assumed a boxing stance, one of her hands motioning her opponent to come at her. She didnt care where they fought, and if Seraphim wanted to have that fight somewhere else, Tracy would follow without saying a word.

Well now, this was interesting? Originally, Seraphim planned on doing this is a bluff, and was going to drop her fists with a simple ‘just kidding†after she wanted to scare Tracy a little. She didnâ€t have the intention on beating the girl to a pulp, there was no reason for that. However, once Tracy fell into her own Boxing stance, one that looked much more offensive compared to Seraphimâ€s defensive, the white-haired, one-eyed fighter knew what was going to happen.

They were going to have a spar without holding back.

Unable to resist, hoping to just get a reaction out of Tracy, Seraphim had one thing to say to Tracy when she asked if she knew what she was doing so late at night. “Oh, you mean masturbating and touching yourself? I know, itâ€s hard not to hear.” Seraphim said with a big grin as she felt proud of that little comment, slipping into her hybrid style of Maui Thai and Boxing as she did.

Tracy wasnt that weak girl Seraphim beat up once. Since that day, she's been training day and night, just to get strong enough to defeat her rival: Lethe Cherry. The redhead had something in her eyes, something that Seraphim might recognise. It was her fighting will, begging to come out and kick some ass. Tracy was anxious to have this little rematch against Seraphim. She'd be able to prove her abilities to her master.

The kawaii seemed strong and hard as a rock, but Seraphim's comment penetrated really deep. Tracy blushed slightly, and yelled at her friend. " That's not true! I wasnt touching myself! I was training! " The girl shook her head from side to side, really nervous, and assumed her stance again, which looked like Seraphim's. Hopping up and down, she waited for some kind of noise to signal the beggining of their spar.