Monet and Lil; Backdated to yesterday afternoon.

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Backdated to Friday, March 7th.

Monet and Lil spar... kind of.


Monet leaned forward, touching her toes before linking her hands behind her back and leaning forward again to stretch out her shoulders. Straightening, she grinned at Lil. "You sure you're up for this? I mean, you are the baby trainee and all."

"I think I can handle it," the Canadian replied, cracking her neck as she rolled her head from side to side. Lil had a half a foot on the other woman easily and a good twenty pounds at least. And while she was new to the X-men, she'd put in plenty of hours on the mats back in Beta Flight. "If you wanna go easy on me, that's you choice."

"You're invulnerable, though, right?" Between that and Lil's height, it would be almost like training with Cain again. She bounced from one foot to the other, wobbling slightly as she got a feel for the mats in the gym.

Lil nodded. "Pretty much, yeah. Unless you're planning to shove anthrax down my throat or something." Sure, she could feel pain if hit hard enough, but she could also walk away from being tossed of the top of a building. Aching, yes, but walking. Her gaze traveled over Monet's frame. "You're supposedly 'perfect' if I've heard right."

"Yep. I'm absolutely perfect." A second wobble made a lie of that. She switched to hovering just above the mats. Stupid mats. "I'm strong, pretty much invulnerable and," Monet waved a hand at her feet. "I can fly. Also, kind of a telepath."

"Impressive," the blonde answered with a smirk before gathering her hair into a ponytail and securing it with an elastic band. "You run the whole gamut, don't you?"

"Hey, I mentioned that I was perfect, didn't I?" Settling her feet back on the floor and dropping into a guard position, Monet nodded. "Ready?"

Wiggling her fingers at the shorter woman, Lil's smile spread. "Bring it, sweetie. I'm gonna enjoy introducing your perfect face to diamond-hard fists."

"'sif you could." Monet stopped circling, planting her offside foot. She made a feint with her right hand, a little jabby tap at Lil's guard before slamming out a quick front-leg kick at her knees.

A little hop back was all the blonde needed to move out of Monet's range. "You do realize my legs are like twice as long as yours, yeah?" Lil asked before returning an inside front kick aimed at the leg the other woman was balancing on.

Monet absorbed the kick, moving forward to deliver a strike that was easily blocked. "Yeah." She stepped back, circling again.

Crouching down to lower her center of gravity, Lil moved with her, smirking the whole time. "My arms are longer, too."

"Well, I'm faster, so ner." Which was just so eloquent. Monet closed quickly, trying to remove Lil's height advantage by getting in under her guard. All those lessons with Cain way back when had sunk in.

She anticipated the attack, knowing her higher center of gravity could be used against her. So when Monet made her move, Lil threw all her weight down on the other woman in an attempt to drive them both to the mats.

Monet landed hard - she'd never needed to learn to do a decent breakfall and it showed. Arms pinned, she flailed her legs in the air, unable to kick Lil. Left with two options, she took the more dignified of the two and flew straight up, lifting Lil with her rather than going with option B, otherwise known as 'pulling Lil's hair'.

"No offense, sweetie, I'm not into riding girls," the blonde grunted, yanking on Monet's arms as she was lifted off the ground. Lil was having a hard enough time finding her ground game again; taking it to the air made it that much more difficult for her to get her bearings.

Monet squawked and let go of Lil, dropping into a crouch and then promptly falling over. She scrambled to her feet and grinned at Lil. Maybe she hadn't seen her fall on her arse.

The Canadian laughed, shaking her head. "Need to work on your landings, Miss Thing." Another smirk and Lil wagged her fingers at the other woman again. "Try it again. If you can't be perfect, try for lucky."

"Lucky doesn't work long-term. I'm going to go for this, instead." Monet gave up on a conventional close and strike, instead flying directly into Lil.

Lil grunted when the weight of the other woman hit her square in the chest but went with the momentum. Falling back onto her rear, she planted her feet against Monet's stomach, hoping to propel her much further than the shorter woman had intended.

She went sailing back into a wall. "I think this is the part where I say that I yield and we get a coffee. What do you think?"

"I think," the blonde said tilting her head as she walked toward Monet then reached out a hand to help her up, "that you're buying."

Monet took the hand and scrambled to her feet. "Sounds good. I even know a few places that actually do drinkable coffee round here..."