The comforts of home

[victorygoddess]

Siglief hasn't been home in a while, and while she loves Asgard, Earth has always been her second home. She had a chance to say hi to two of her best friends and get moved back in after coming through the portal - but after the formalities are done, she headed down to the training room.

She has a feeling that it won't be too long before someone else shows up - when one or the other visits from their usual homes, a sparring session is almost always a given as a chance to stretch, talk and catch up.

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[thewarriorprincess]

And in comes stalking the other Princess on the team. With her striking good looks and well toned body the Princess of Atlantis does not look like one to be trifled with.

And the fellow warrior looks ready to strike something. But she calms herself just as quickly and smiles grimly in greeting.

"Hello Siglief. How did your trip fair?" She's thinking of asking for a good spar to help sooth her temper. Somehow flesh hitting flesh makes the Princess of the Sea think more clearly.

[victorygoddess]

Siglief grins, setting her weapons aside. While the other girl is damned good with her trident, the magical sword is too much of an advantage, and she doesn't need the bow for sparring.

She crouches, stretching out a little and getting on balance for a good match.

"The trip wast quick and quiet. And this time, I didst not break anything 'pon arrival." This is a small victory in its own right for Sig - she and the mortal world have issues at times. "And thine?"

[thewarriorprincess]

"It did not go as well as I had hoped," Ara said while stripping away the 'travel jacket' she tended to wear. She did not want to have surface dwellers staring just because she tended to dress in the bear minimum when she was feeling comfortable.

Still it was more than what her friend tended to wear. Then she removed what little other accessories she tended to wear as she stretched her arms high above her head.

"I have been studying military tactics under my Mother's orders whenever I am home. I on occasion hit blocks where I find it difficult to move past... Mother and I became fusrated with each other. We yelled and Father ended up having to have words with both of us to keep the peace."

She will say this much to Siglief because she feels her friend understands her frustration with their kind of duty the most.

"I would be thankful if you sparred with me. Beat my temper out of me at least," she half way challenges with a faint grin. "I have been itching for a good fight."

[victorygoddess]

"Aye, I canst see to that, anyway, wert it not a'ready obvious. I hath missed these sessions. And... wert it just mine mother training me, or mine father, or the valkyries... twouldst be alright. But mine other mother seemst to feel I need more varied skills. But... if I canst aid thee in thy tactical studies, let me know... after we fight."

She does understand, by and large. While she has trouble seeing why anyone would ever have trouble working more on tactics, fighting and war... the things Siglief lives for and revels in... she gets frustrating parents.

As for Ara's garb, it hardly bothers her. Being that speed is one of her big advantages, she tends to go lightly armored herself.

[thewarriorprincess]

"My mind does not quite graso the finer points my Mother wishes me to learn. She says I am too straight forward. Which may be true. I have no patience for ambush tactics, even if they can be useful," she admits.

Then She stretches her legs with a slow easy going grin.

"I have too. You challenge me. It's good and fun," Ara admits as she finishes another leg stretch. "If you need to expand your horizons, I can help you. Would it appease her if you learned something of music?"

[victorygoddess]

"I wilt do more than challenge thee! I shalt beat thee soundly." she replies through a grin.

"Aye, t'would ease her mind... unfortunately, whilst I understand ambush tactics and stealth well enow, the finer points of string and song and dance elude me."

[thewarriorprincess]

She laughs softly.

"I can help you with the dancing," Ara offers.

"Latter. After I beat you," she says with a grin. She is going to enjoy this sparring match far too much. She heads towards the mat with every intention of starting this soon.

[victorygoddess]

Siglief is just as ready to spar with someone she doesn't need to hold back with. She feints a couple times, testing her friend's readiness and reflexes.

"Oh? I wast not aware thou wert such a proficient dancer." she speaks while trying to find an opening to exploit.

[thewarriorprincess]

That is the best thing about a friend like Siglief is that Ara doesn't have to hold back. She can be the warrior and not the diplomat with her.

"I have the legs for it," Ara jokes as she rolls one shoulder. Her defense is tight, but what she wants the most is to attack.

[victorygoddess]

Ok, this is boring. They could go back and forth for half an hour. They know each other's style, and while she's a great brawler, Siglief is better with weapons, closing what little gap there is between the two fanatics.

She intentionally leaves an opening so Ara can jut get on with it and move to the fun parts of a fight.

"Aye, thou dost." she admits. Might as well pretend to be regarding her friend's legs to excuse that oh-so-terrible oversight in defense.

[thewarriorprincess]

Then she ended up cracking a grin. Then threw herself into a punch. One aimed at the opening.

It wasn't a slow and powerful one. It was as fast as she could throw it. Then they could get down to the fun stuff.

[victorygoddess]

The punch lands with a crunch, just as they'd both intended. Now its a fight!

Siglief swings back, not as much power, but putting her quickness to use in a series of rapid little jabs once she recovers her balance after nearly getting put off her feet by the punch.

"Ah, so thou'rt a dancer and a fighter after all."

[thewarriorprincess]

"Dancing, Siglief," she informs her friend as she gets hit and has to roll with it. She spins and swing a leg low to trip Siglief.

"It is like a different kind of combat."

[victorygoddess]

She hits the deck, and is kippuping back to her feet within a split second, trying to use the momentum to drive her shoulder into Ara's gut to return the favor.

"Aye? And what kind of combat wouldst that be?"

[thewarriorprincess]

"Like sparring. With the music. You learn to move with the flow," she explains.

Then yelps and gets tossed and lands. She rolled as she is sent rolling from the hit. Then she snarled and struck with her fist aiming for her friend's jaw.

[victorygoddess]

"And less punches? Mayhap more grapp..." she takes the hit across the jaw, then comes back with a left cross of her own. Gods, this is glorious.

[thewarriorprincess]

She is actually grinning when she feels her lip start to bruise from her teeth snapping hard against the soft flesh.

"Exactly." Now she throws herself in a leg lock. One leg starting to wind around the other warrior's She wants to knock them both over.

[victorygoddess]

Ah, so she wants to grapple! Suits her. Siglief fights for a few moments, but allows the entanglement, trying to instead put her 6'5 frame and Asgardian weight into gaining leverage and shoving the other way so they're still locked, but she lands on top.

[thewarriorprincess]

Ara hadn't forgotten how heavy Siglief was. She knew that she could still turn this to her advantage.

Still she ends up on the bottom. She doesn't argue with that.

[victorygoddess]

Ara's outfit doesn't leave a whole lot of handholds or ways to get easy leverage - aside from easy movement in the water, Sig knows that's part of the point of it. Still, she does her best to make sure there's plenty of impact on the landing, and tries to find enough leverage to try and pin the Atlantean down.

[thewarriorprincess]

Ara would complain that Siglief's clothing is much the same. There is too little of it and she is not sure what to grab.

Her hands grasp looking for places to grip. But there isn't much. Ara gives a low growl shifting her legs to try and gain control of the grapple again. Someday she will learn to not do this.

Grappling someone who is six inches taller and much heavier than her just doesn't work.

[victorygoddess]

The vast, vast majority of the time, it wouldn't be an issue. Ara is big for a girl, well trained, and in one of the world's higher weight classes. Sig is just bigger. Still, its nice tussling with someone who gives her a genuine challenge in hand to hand, and she's not having an easy time pinning her down.

She tangles her legs willingly, trying to make sure Ara can't get any leverage back, and sees if she can get hold of a wrist.

[thewarriorprincess]

There are very few people that give Ara trouble. But this is why she always comes back for more. She always wonders what would happen if she had to fight an Asgardian who isn't as nice or honorable as her friend.

So this is about learning. About getting an edge in case the worst should happen.

But damn it all to hell, Sig's legs have just the right amount of length to mess Ara up big time.

[victorygoddess]

And meanwhile, this is struggle enough to get Sig into the fight. She can taste her own blood on her teeth from that punch. She's worked up a sweat. Her opponent is strong enough that this is a challenge... what she thrives on.

She finally manages to get hold of a wrist, and works on pinning it down, pressing her chest against her friend's while she struggles to get the other wrist in hand as well. Pinning might be sufficient for those little mortal contests, she won't demand a yield until she has Ara helpless or wearing down.

[thewarriorprincess]

A string of good natured curses spills right out of Ara's mouth. The dark haired Atlantean is not happy she can feel herself loosing.

She struggles harder now. Every move is so she can get free to break the grapple. But she knows it will not work.

Damn.

[victorygoddess]

She can feel the struggles, and the longer it goes on, the more and more her goddess power helps her, lending strength and bending the odds in her favor.

Mostly, though, she just loves the thrill of combat, and feeling a worthy foe struggling. They've done this dance many times - and its always a fight to the very end.

She finally gets both wrists, pinning her down, body to body to limit the ability to struggle away, grinning savagely as she looks in Ara's eyes close up.

"Dost thou yield?"