Strolling...(Open format, fight or otherwise)

Thomas stared for a second and then let out a laugh. "At least no broken bones. I don't want a simple match to take anyone out of commission. Blood...happens," he said, grinning and standing up before sinking into a lower stance with his arms close in to his body. It was an odd stance and obviously an adaptation of a couple of different styles but, in spite of that, he look quite confident in it. "And who says this 'little boy' needs to draw blood and break bones to go hard?" he chuckled, waiting for her to make the first move.

"I just hope your hard is hard enough, man", Courtney retorted, narrowing her eyes with a smile."Start off easy?", Courtney asked, then suddenly ran out, stopping only a foot or so away from Thomas, and throwing out her right leg for a roundhouse to the head.

Seeing her rush in, Thomas waited, watched, saw the shift of her weight to one leg and immediately noted her slight lean as she began the kick. Reacting with practiced speed, he dropped down, letting the kick whisk its way over his head. He would then shoot a quick punch into her side, aiming somewhat for the kidney to make sure it hurt. If the punch connected, he would then try to disengage by throwing himself sideways and rolling to his feet.

Without speed on the bigger girl's side, the punch easily connected. Courtney's leg dropped down, and with a wince, she turned to face Thomas, holding her side with a smirk."That's your strategy, hit and run?", she said, shrugging."I bet you don't like submissions, then", she added slyly, breathing in she quickly burst forward, powerful long legs carried her towards Thomas, she tried to throw out her arm and clothesline Thomas onto the grass.

Still tired from having been in transit for so long, and slightly dizzy from his haphazard maneuver, Thomas didn't register the clothesline coming at him until it was too late to really do anything about it.

"Well...shit," he muttered, starting to step backwards, absorbing part of the grounding blow with like momentum. He went down to the ground, faster than he would of it had connected solidly, and kept a bit of his wits about him. As Courtney went past, he would try to lash out an arm and grab her ankle, hoping that his sudden drop would be enough to keep her from evading his desperate snatching effort. If he could get her to the ground and get her back first, he wouldn't mind a bit of submission, but if she got the upper hand, he knew he would be in trouble.

"Whop!", Courtney yelped in surprize as her ankle was grabbed, tripping up and falling down, slamming down hard onto her chest."Ouch...", she muttered, but quickly scrambled to her knees, waiting for Thomas to come at her, her eyes bright."Come on, I'm fired up!', she challenged, smiling broadly.

Seeing her recover so quickly, Thomas knew he was in trouble. He hadn't managed to capitalize on her being on the ground and now if he tried to take her down, he'd be doing it on her terms. He rolled over quickly and came to his knees but didn't approach.

"I think it's your move, madame," he laughed, planting himself firmly, but making sure he could still evade if necessary.

"Fuck yes", she muttered, then burst forward, flying out towards her opponent, trying to tackle him down onto the ground.

Thomas chuckled, stepping back and preparing himself to roll with the blow, but he hadn't paid enough attention and suddenly found that his foot was not on flat ground, but on a slight incline. Unbalanced, he had no chance of dodging Courtney's flying tackle, which hit him full on. As they fell, he would try to wrap his legs around her body, so as to establish a bodylock on her and to give him a chance. It was about all he could do, once they were on the ground, especially with her on top.

(OOC sorry for the super long respond time. Finals have been killing me)