CLOSED | is there room in the band?

[poleaxed]

WHO: the tall one poleaxed and the big one armd
WHAT: girl on girl action
WHEN: nnnnow
WHERE: ye olde training yards
NOTES: the girls are fightingggggg

Over the, what's it been, a year? Fuck. Over the fucking year she's been here, Jone's approach to training has changed. Once, she thought it was about beating the right methods into people. Now it's kind of a game, seeing if someone can knock her over.

If anyone can do it, it's this kid. Jone looks her over and the word replacement sneaks through her. Always a new fucking crop. At least this one isn't a merc.

"Oi! Braids!"

Comments

[armd]

"Sure, but I was more looking for evidence that these things work as advertised." And they do: Jone's floppy arm is excellent testimony.

Abby looks pleased, glancing down at the knuckles. "Cool."

[poleaxed]

"And I'm one of the people who trains you lot," she says, letting her dead arm hang slack at her side. It'll come back or it won't. "Have to get creative sometimes. Oi, hit me here."

With her good hand, she motions to her gut. She wants to see what happens, if that short circuits her entirely. (She wants to see how hard Abby can hit.)

[armd]

Abby doesn't stop to say 'you sure?'; Jone doesn't strike her as somebody who would ask for that without meaning it, and she lowkey wants to get her back for that sucker punch earlier, so.

She charges the knuckles, lunges forward, and doesn't hold back a goddamn inch when she connects.