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]

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?"