Brawl With a Stranger (Yori) (Spar)

"HAH!" Cicilia grunted as her fist smashing into the punching bag before her. It bent around her fist, utterly submissive to her intimidating might. Punch after punch crashed into the leather face of the training instrument, tenderizing it's surface as a butcher would soften his products: Constant and steady pressure. T'was a good thing the gym was open at all hours... After all, who besides her would come looking for some midnight exercise? Cicilia took a moment to look around at the very nearly empty interior and smirked, her surroundings answering her own question.

"HAAH!"

She wore her typical white sports-bra and black athletic shorts though she kept her hair down for this little exercise. It was more... liberating... She wasn't wearing her gloves either, instead favoring wrappings to protect her fingers and knuckles. Her sanguine eyes seemed focused and burning with the anger her strain brought her, the intense emotion kicking in the after-burn that made her punches even more powerful. With each blow, she imagined her fists punching hole after hole into the hanging sack until it fell to pieces on the floor before her.

Of course, and much to the relief of her wallet, she managed to not completely mutilate the punching bag by the time she finished this part of her workout. Her arms were nice and warm, worked to just the right amount...  Good. She had all night to spend here. Rolling her shoulders, she german beauty walked over to her stuff that rested nearby, a black duffle-bag that held the water she she was craving right now...

As she took a quick swig, she toward the front of the gym, specifically out the window that revealed nothing but the blackness of the midnight streets. She'd have to take a walk after all this was over... The crisp night air compelled her.

Sayumi had nothing against the other women of the AFW, she was just anxious. As her in ring debut crept closer, she felt like she needed every edge she could muster...  Unfortunately, keeping her arsenal a secret had come at the heft cost of a normal sleep schedule and she wasn't sure she'd ever adapt to this one. She had been in the back, making use of the various pieces of lifting equipment before retiring to the locker room. Content to put the night behind her take a nice warm shower before slinking home to crawl into bed. She jumped, eyes darting from side to side as gunshots rang out. Dropping onto her hands and knees, she scampered to the end of the aisle, hazarding a peek around the lookers. More gunshots? Where did they even get a gut in Japan? She skittered along the floor hoping to make her way outside while staying low. As she left the large archway, she spotted where the shots were coming from... not from a gun at all. She stared in amazement as the woman before her broke the heavy bag to pieces leaving her in awe. Her fingers pawed the doorway as she rose on shaky feet, unable to look away. "What... did you just do?" She asked despite having seen the demise of the bag first hand.

She was dressed for her earlier workout, a simple pair of black no-name brand basketball shorts and a bright pink tank top she filled out exceptionally well. Beneath, a black sports bra whose straps were readily visible beneath the tank top. She had a relitively new pair of sneakers, white and pristine showing very little wear and tear. The lavender haired woman just had to get a closer look, this must have been a prop bag, surly. As she neared, she kept a mindful distance of Cicilia, crisp blue eyes flicking between the woman and the target of her ire now laid to waste. "You can't just..." She wasn't sure what to say, so just gestured to the desecrated bag with both her hands in a flourished wave. She straightened up a bit, setting her hands on her hips to give Cicilia a defiant look as she tried her best to enforce a good set of best practices for the empty gym... chief among them was not destroying everything.

Cicilia blinked as she noticed the newcomer heading her way, seemingly displeased with her display of might. Her question confused the german at first, looking at her strangely before following her gesture to the mangled, yet still functional bag hanging pathetically from it's chain. Oh... so that's what this was about. She didn't like how far she took her workout did she? Well... wasn't THAT unfortunate.

"Uh... Yeah. I'm pretty sure I can." She contradicted her, taking another swig from her bottle. "What do you think the bag was made for?" She looked down on the girl as she approached cautiously, her expression hard. She wondered what kind of night this girl was having that she had to come in here and enforce her meager standards upon Cicilia... What kind of night indeed... She believed the gym had some kind of policy that was supposed to shut up people that brought their judgements in here... She'd have to talk with the the counter-guy about that later.

The expression on the newcomer's face made Cicilia nearly smile, that defiant gaze that almost certainly displayed a belief she was doing the right thing. T'was hilarious that she thought she had some kind of authority here. So long as it still worked, she could still use the equipment. So long as she cleaned up after herself, she could still come here. So long as she kept to herself and not bother the other patrons, she could work out beside them. These were the rules of any gym and it was frustrating when one didn't follow the rules...

"Is there something you want to say?" Cicilia questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. "Or are you here to bother me?"

"I... Well no, just..." She furrowed her brow, cheeks puffing up as she tried her hardest not to get frustrated with this stranger, despite clearly being flustered. "You startled me is all... sorry. You were just... very loud." She drew in a deep breath, reigning herself in. No harm no foul, right? She huffed softly all the same, looking away to hide a small flush of embarrassment for causing such a scene over what amounted to nothing. Her sneakers squeaked on the hardwood floor as she shifted in place, feeling too awkward to just walk away from this exchange now.

Her she peeked back to watch Cicilia from the corner of her eyes. She felt incredibly dumb in this moment, having crawled out here thinking the place was being shot up. This is what being out at this hour did to you. This woman at least owned her an apology though, of that she felt she was owed. She intertwined her arms, folding them snugly below her chest as she simply stood by, waiting expectantly. The other wouldn't couldn't be sure, but she might have been trying to look indignant over all of then.

Cicilia raised an eyebrow as the girl seemingly backpedaled, admitting that no, indeed she didn't mean to cause any harm. Well... Wasn't that just peachy. Now she could get on with her life and so could this girl. Or so she thought at least. Neither one of them seemed to give any ground to the other, one steadfast in her position, the other more shifty. Cicilia was growing impatient with this little stand-off, her finger lightly tapping against the inside of her arm as she waited for her confronter to do the normal thing and leave... She didn't...

The expression on the girl's face surprised the german, a look of expecting as if Cicilia owed her something. What...? Was she looking for some kind of apology...? Did she think she deserved one after she came here and interrupted Cicilia's peace? Not in this lifetime she didn't. The darker haired woman smirked amused that this girl would have the AUDACITY to think such a thing. On a bad day, she might've gotten a threat. Maybe a nice punch to the gut. With what the boxer had in mind though, that was still a possibility.

"I'm not apologizing." She said flatly, her sanguine gaze as cold as the air outside. "I don't think you deserve one. Think you can prove me wrong?" Cicilia turned her head slightly and nodded in the direction of a small-ish ring in the back of the gym, a place for those that needed to brush up on their wrestling and boxing skills. Now it was the german's turn to look expectantly at the girl, a minor amount of excitement building up in her chest. Her intentions were clear. She intended to fight this girl for her apology.

Sayumi's head turned to face Cicilia, chin squared in an unmistakable stand of defiance. How hard was it to just say you were sorry? She didn't even care if the stranger meant it, she just needed something to grasp at. She opened her mouth to protest, but when the boxer's steely eyes locked with hers she lost her words. The wrestler's eyes shifted unsteadily, uncertain as she processed everything before her. Before the challenge could even be offered through the subtly of the cast glance she found herself blurting out. "Yes, yes I think I can." She hmphed, seeming to have found her backbone again after a moment of indecision. She looked between the ring and Cicilia, absorbing the weight of what she had done.

It would be fine. She had tangled with plenty of strikers before today, it was all a matter of being careful. She wanted her apology, no matter how hollow, even if she had to pry it from Cilicia. Standing as tall and proud as she could in passing, she intentionally tried to bump shoulders with the boxer on the way to the ring. "Just remember you asked for it." Sayumi tugged at the half tucked tank top, peeling it off to set down beside the ring. She didn't intend to give this woman anything to easily grab hold of. With two small bounces in her step she effortlessly hopped up, sliding herself under the ropes to enter the ring in a roll.  As she rose to her feet, her eyes were on Cilicia to see if she was still feeling so confident with her challenge accepted.

Cicilia actually genuinely smiled when she accepted her challenge. There wasn't one drop of spite, not one ember of disgust. So... she had some backbone after all... Good. With declaring her acceptance of the match, the girl had signed away herself to a painful morning and she thought she knew this... She deserved some kind of respect for that at LEAST, running toward the fire as eagerly as she was.

"Fine." Cicilia responded, withdrawing two fingerless padded gloves from her bag and slipping them over her hands. She didn't want to break the poor girl by using her knuckles. A hit from her like that would've been... ugly to say the least. As the girl passed her, her shoulder smacked into the German's and, reflexively, she tensed, her fingers curling into fists and fires igniting in her eyes. Oh... So that's how it was going to be, hm? Cicilia's smile turned darker... more edged, almost predatory. Then this would be much more satisfying...

The German only grinned her dark grin as the girl told her to remember she asked for this. Oh, yes... Indeed she did and she was gonna enjoy every second. The boxer, following her opponent, slipped under the bottom rope, entering the battle-ground.

The dark-haired boxer stood in the center of the ring, sizing up her opponent as her hands curled into fists.

Won't take much to put her down... Cicilia thought, waiting for the girl to join her in the center. A few good hits and that's it...

If her opponent met her in the center, Cicilia would hold out her fist for her opponent to bump, a boxer's sign of sportsmanship and what would serve as the start of their match.

Sayumi threw her arms wide, crossing them in front of her before letting them rock back, stretching herself out as Cilia climbed up into the ring. She'd be sure to give her room before trailing behind the boxer to the ring's center, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. The two of them weren't that far apart from one another she estimated as far as weight. They stood nearly eye to eye after all. The longer that passed between the issued challenge the worse she felt about it however. Now that she was coming down from the initial fight or flight rush of adrenaline she second guessed if this had been a wise decision. She wasn't as scared as she probably should be simply out of sheer ignorance. No, she was just coming to relieve they were fighting over something so petty.

With a shake of the head she eyed the boxer, blinking as the fists hanging in limbo waiting for her. The young lass lightly balled up her own fists to gently tap them to Cilicia's, figuring that is what she wanted before gingerly stepping back away from her. Assuming she wasn't jumped on directly out the gate, she'd pay the woman one last affection in the form of a polite bow. From their she would part her legs, assuming a ready stance, unlike the boxer she looked ready to grapple. Her hands up defensively, fingers flexing in silent anticipation now that pleasantries had been exchanged. She could do this, it would just be like anyone else. She just had to get her on the ground.

Cicilia nodded in appreciation as the girl bumped knuckles with her, taking a step or two back so that they both would have some room to analyze the other. While the German raised her fists up, her left in front and her right in back in the typical boxer stance, the other girl surprisingly raised her hands in a more open, grappler's stance. This was unexpected to say the least. She assumed she'd be fighting someone who'd throw a punch, not a wrestler... It'd been a long time since she was in a fight like this where she couldn't use her own experience as a boxer to predict the opponent's moves... She was going to have to be smarter if she wasn't going to get caught and pinned... or whatever the wrestlers did.

Cicilia began to slowly circle the girl, keeping her movements light in case she needed to spring back or lunge forward suddenly. Her opponent seemed just as cautious as she, at least because she didn't outright attack already... From her limited knowledge of wrestling, there weren't many blocks or strikes generally speaking, mostly relying on grapples, submissions and other things that made this match more one side in favor of the opponent. For the slugger juggernaut, rushing in might be a bad strategy, seeing as the girl could just latch onto her like a parasite, stretching and clawing at her until, inevitably, Cicilia couldn't take anymore. Then again, though... She wasn't one for strategy... She was the PANZER of this sport and this girl couldn't POSSIBLY take her down! This was going to be a blitzkrieg....

Suddenly springing forward to close the distance, Cicilia would throw a pair of quick jabs at the grapper's cheek, followed by a cross in an effort to keep her on the back foot. Even her light jabs were enough to shake the guards of those unknowing of the boxer's power. Her plan was to force her into one of the turnbuckles and pound away until she could no longer keep up the fight and this would be personified in her punches. They were slow-ish yes, but the steady approach of each one and the power each strike packed would scare anyone who had a lick of sense.

Cicilia hoped the girl wouldn't go down too easy, though... Where would all the fun be then?

(Slugger Stance)

Sayumi mirrored the German slugger's circle, eyes flitting off the other woman every so often to remain aware of how close she was to the ropes at any given time. She knew she couldn't afford to get caught, especially not here. With no referee around to oversee the bout, there was no assurance that if she was backed into the ropes that Cicilia would ever let her off of them. She moved light on her feet, body bouncing gently with each springy step. She feigned in once, snapping a hand at the other woman but back up empty and resumed their dance. She wasn't familiar with most striking styles, least of all boxing.

The sudden loss of ground startled her, wincing as she took the first still jab square in the cheek the sudden unexpected sting shot through her face. Her came up in a protective cross guard, forearms soaking the second jab before it landed it's intended mark. She audibly grunted at the impact, fingers balling into fists to cope with the amount of pain taking the punch to what was essentially her bones. She understood in that moment this was a losing battle if she didn't act. There was nothing stopping Cilicia from picking at her from affair until she couldn't block anymore. Then what? She lowered her arms in that instant, stepping in on the slugger at the worst time she possibly could have made a move. The straight caught her right in the face, throwing back her head to the side.

She stumbled back, reeling from literally walking herself into the blow. Trying to keep one eye on Cilicia while the other reflexively had closed. And attempt to open it found it blinking wildly, welled up with tears so she scrunched it closed again, shakily bringing her arms up again defensively. She's have to weather another rush, no doubt, but she couldn't feasibly try to go in on her half blind. If she didn't get hold of her, and good, she would just be hammered into the canvas. She looked shaken by the unexpected cross, legs visibly unsteady, breathing quickened like someone who was panicky. She needed more time.