Unsuspected Pummeling

[Roland Sackville]

Roland maneuvered his arm over Anita's hands and pushed down to break the hold, and attempted to rack one of her arms into a painful armbar, hyperextending the elbow.

[Anita Fernandez]

Anita heaves upward, lifting Roland off the floor and then rolls out from under him, hopping to her feet with a kip-up. She grins broadly at Roland, who is no doubt getting up as well. "Reset?"

[Roland Sackville]

"You warmed up yet?" Roland said, getting to his feet.

[Anita Fernandez]

"Gettin' there. Haven't sparred in a while. Gotta keep rememberin' I ain't tryin' ta actually injure ya." Anita grins some more. "But ya'll have given me a good run so far. Better than I expected, fer sure."

[Roland Sackville]

"Jazzercise," Roland said, rolling his shoulders.

[Anita Fernandez]

Anita smirks. "I didn't realize they did jazzercise at Krav Maga schools."

[Roland Sackville]

"Krav what now?"

[Anita Fernandez]

"MMA, Muy Thai, whatever ya'll practice. I ain't good on knowin' styles cause my teacher never cared where a move came from, only if it was good."

[Roland Sackville]

"Oh, I don't do anything in particular."

[Anita Fernandez]

"Uh huh. Ya'll picked up that skill somewhere, and it weren't jazzercise."

[Roland Sackville]

"Swear to God," he said, unconvincingly.

[Anita Fernandez]

"Keep yer secrets. I ain't that curi-" Anita moves in fast and hard as she finishes the last word of her sentence, snapping out a straight kick and then going for a flurry of punches alternating to head and torso.

[Roland Sackville]

The sudden attacked caught Roland off guard -- but only for a second, as he hopped a step back and to the right, and unleashed a vicious crescent kick.