How would you like your training today?

Punches, outright hitting... Isa didn't consider those to be the most graceful tactics around. Well, at least not on the level of gracefulness she liked to see herself to be. She preferred more delicate moves, and at least on her opinion, scissor holds definitely belonged to the latter category.

However, Alicia was right that the hesitance with striking was necessary to be let go of. And luckily, the redhead managed to give a couple of pointers how the blonde would get more comfortable with them. If striking with fists was rather nasty for her, forearms and elbows sounded like a whole different deal. Definitely something worth trying out in the future.

Were her thoughts logical? Probably not. But whose thoughts always were anyway?

Anyway, Alicia's thoughts were the ones of interest right now. And the only way to find out about them was to play with her orders, her rules.

And so Isa obeyed, grabbing a tight hold of the offered wrist, eager to see what it was going to turn into.

Forearms, Alicia had always found, were a good compromise with punches. For someone like Isa, it might be ideal – there was less risk of her hurting her own hand if she mucked it up. Maybe she’d also find it more her style? Who knows?

But she made a note to show the blonde how to do those sometime, maybe fill out her striking repertoire with some kicks.

Having said that, if Alicia had been privy to Isa’s thought about scissorholds being ‘more delicate’, she’d have laughed out loud.

Because that was absolutely hilarious coming from either of them. Just hilarious.

Still, that was all for later – right now, she had Isa’s hand wrapped firmly around her wrist. Perfect.

”That’s it,” Alicia grinned.

”If you can get both wrists, it’s even better. Now, all you do is roll to the side and use that grip to pull me with you.”

She offered a one-shouldered shrug, her grin widening.

”And I’m pretty sure you can figure out what happens then.”

It certainly wasn’t rocket science but she’d always found it an excellent way to deal with an opponent turtling up. Isa might lack some resolve when it came to punching, but she was otherwise well suited to the manoeuvre.

At the same time, Alicia steeled herself, doing her best to prepare herself. It was possible Isa wouldn’t follow through, or would roll them into position but not squeeze.

If she did, however, it was going to hurt and Alicia wanted to be ready for that.

To be honest, the forearm strikes were something Isa would have wanted to try out. And she probably would have, if Alicia hadn't been already moving on. Well, something to remember and try in the future.

Now it was time to grab the redhead's wrist. Taking a firm grip of it, the blonde was eagerly waiting for what was to come. The tip about the forearms was making the training session all the more interesting for her.

Both wrists? Sure, that was something Isa could do. Catching the other wrist was accompanied by a playful "Ha!", as if it had been an achievement to be bragging about.

Then she was instructed to roll on to the side. And sure, it was becoming obvious what the blonde should be doing then. At first, Isa wasn't 100% sure whether she should follow through with it, but there was just something about Alicia's composition that was subcontiously giving out the message that the redhead was expecting it.

And so she rolled around, letting the redhead's body on top of her own. But that would come with the cost of Isa locking her legs around Alicia's sides. And yes, she squeezed.

But only for a moment. Not for too long. Just enough to prove the point that she had understood the instructions.

"You know, I'm really happy that you're showing me this... Just a moment ago we were standing, and now you're in my scissor hold. I think this is exactly the kind of move that I need..."

The blonde was being honest. Sure, she wanted to make her trainer happy, but she wasn't lying at all.

Dilemma was, that while Alicia's training was turning out to be effective, it was also already getting very late by now. And Isa was starting to feel tired, no matter how useful their time at the gym was being to her at the moment.

"Maybe you can show me something else some other day?"

As Alicia had expected, Isa didn’t struggle with the move at all.

She made a bit of a game of trying to get her wrist out of range but signally failed before the blonde’s fingers closed around it. And then it was over and over until she was on top, staring down at Isa.

And just to prove anyone who thought being on top automatically meant you had the advantage, it was followed by a gasp of pain as Isa’s thighs tightened their grip like a mechanical vice around Alicia’s waist. The squeeze didn’t last long but it still hurt.

So yes, Isa wasn’t going to have any issues with the move. Unlike her opponents, who probably would have lots of issues with it.

And Alicia would be lying if she’d said she hadn’t had fun. She was genuinely enjoying Isa’s company and rolling on the mats with her.

”Sure, I’d like that,” There was no doubt in Alicia’s tone – she’d be only too happy to continue this with Isa some other time. She too was starting to get tired, not to mention her ribs were now distinctly sore from their close encounters with Isa’s crushing scissors.

In an ideal world, they’d have drilled this a couple more times, made Isa try it all at once. But there was always next time for that.

”Same time tomorrow?” The redhead offered with a grin, ”Or I’m here most days if some other time is better. Whatever works – this was fun for me too, I’d be delighted to show you some more tricks.”

At that point, her eyes flickered downwards briefly before snapping back to Isa’s own. Alicia’s hands palmed the blonde’s outer thighs, pushing gently – but not with any serious attempt at getting out. The British amazon was far too familiar with scissorholds to think that her arms would have any chance of prevailing against Isa’s legs.

If she wanted out, there was only one way she was getting out.

”Mind letting me go, unless you want to keep me here all to yourself?” There was a wry twist to her grin now.

Any dilemma Isa might have had on how to continue was quickly resolving now. She really wanted to head back to her apartment by now, but didn't want to miss out on any of Alicia's useful advice. Luckily, the redhead seemed equally interested in continuing their training session some other time.

And had it been fun for Isa? Probably not as much as to Alicia, but it still had been very helpful. And fair enough, once she had learnt to trust on Alicia a bit more, it had all been pretty fun as well. Of course she was slightly ashamed of her inexperience compared to the redhead, but with Alicia's trainer-like attitude that hadn't eventually really been a problem.

"Oh, tomorrow?" The suggested quick arrival of their next meeting was surprising Isa a bit. To be honest, after all she had gone through tonight, tomorrow sounded like a perfect day for a rest. But gratefully, for Alicia a later date didn't seem to be a problem.

"Yeah, I'm a little bit busy tomorrow... But the day after that could be good!" Isa told a small white lie, before kind of admitting the truth. "To be honest, all the ... um... fighting today has left me quite worn out, so tomorrow could be good for recovering!" she added with a light tone, trying not to sound like the training session had been very exhausting.

But Alicia's last request made the blonde immediately blush. "Uh, yeah, sure... Sorry!" she stuttered out as her legs finally released the redhead's body from their grip. She didn't consciously recognize the situation as a flirty one, but subconsciously her instincts were somehow telling her otherwise. And only thing she could hope was for the situation to quickly pass. Flirting wasn't intuitive to her good girl-vibe.

Taking support from the ropes, the blonde finally rose up, clearing her head in the process. Starting to lean on the ropes, she looked politely at Alicia again. "Thanks again, you've really been helping me a lot!"

Maybe tomorrow was a bit soon.

Isa’s decision elicited a slight shrug from Alicia, who would have been quite happy to take the blonde at her word until the newcomer elaborated. That earnt her a huff of laughter from the big redhead, both gestures being somewhat constrained by the position she found herself in.

”Well, I’ll be here anyway. So, if you change your mind, you know where to find me. Besides, sometime we need to swap stories. For someone new to this, you’re pretty good at some of it.”

And, in Alicia’s experience at least, that meant Isa had been practicing with scissors quite a bit. And she was curious. Or nosy, depending on how you looked at it.

Not meaning to be flirty, the redhead wasn’t entirely sure why she drew a blush from the blonde but didn’t spend much time thinking on it.

As soon as she was out, Alicia pushed herself up, wincing slightly as the motion stretched abused muscles in her torso something fierce. Between the blonde’s scissors and her own workout, she could do with a nice relaxing soak.

”No problem,” She agreed, nodding back, ”It was fun. See you in a couple of days.”

With that, unless Isa stopped her, Alicia headed for the ropes with the full intentions of exiting the ring, then the room and taking a shower. She’d got other things she ought to be getting on with, to be honest.

Like, just possibly, another lesson to contemplate.