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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[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?"