Playtime: Sarah, Domino.

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Backdated to Wednesday. Domino and Sarah in the mat room. Sarah gives Dom sharp things to play with, they spar, Dom gets a few good cuts on Sarah, Sarah manages to cut Dom, and part of the ceiling falls on Sarah's head. No joke.



After her creative writing exam, Sarah changed her clothes and headed down to the mat room. She needed to do something that didn't require thinking, just movement and instinct. She could do these exercises in her sleep if she needed to. Bone already in hand, she pushed the door open and headed inside, a slightly curious look in the direction of the woman already there, before sitting down and doing her own stretches on the other side of the room.

Domino wasn't quite as lost in her exercises this time - the interlude with Manuel had been disruptive - so she was fully aware of the newcomer. The lack of a greeting didn't bother her particularly. She was a bit peevish; her sociable self had curled up in the corner to grumble about delusional little Spanish shits. She was really, really wishing that these knives weren't blunt. There were all kinds of things she could have done with them, otherwise.

A bone pushed through at her back, and Sarah pulled at it mid-stretch, the sound of ripping cloth very audible over any other noise in the room. She looked up for a moment, waiting for the inevitable questions that normally followed someone's noticing her mutation for the first time.

Domino, in mid-turn, noted the girl pulling at a protruding bone. She mentally shrugged, completing the spin and launching herself into another attack pattern. After having been at this for better than an hour, she was starting to feel it, just a little. Not enough to stop, though.

Sarah went back to her stretches, hard enough to work out her post-exam tension. Workouts were no good if it took the whole time to just manage to relax. Keeping an eye on the person on the other side of the room (maybe one of the people who came back with Nate and Moira? She couldn't say for sure,) she stood and pulled a long club-like bone from her hip, giving it a few nice swings to loosen her arms up.

Well. Looked like she wasn't the only one feeling antisocial. Giving up on her exercise, Domino reversed the knives, holding them flat against her forearms, and did a series of flips, just to relax a little.

Sarah watched the flips, noting the knives looked an awful lot like the school's practice knives, which were no fun at all. Reaching back, she grabbed a bone knife from either shoulder, and tossed them at the woman, "Try it with these. They're sharper."

Domino flung the practice knives into the nearest corner and raised her hands in time to catch both bone knives out of the air. "You make your own? Handy," she observed, flipping them in her hands and examining the edges.

If the catch surprised Sarah, she didn't show it. Instead, she took another swing with the bone club, working on the grip carefully for a moment. "Guess it depends on which side of them you're on."

"Does it really matter what the person getting them in the throat is thinking?" Domino asked dryly, testing their weight. A little light, oddly enough. Now all she needed were some sandbags - or a sparring partner. "You have your own workout planned, or would you like to go a few rounds? I'm trying to get the taste of dumbshit Spaniard out of my mouth."

Sarah pushed her hair back behind her horns, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Somebody new to fight. I like you already." She flexed her fingers as the bone spread across her hand.

"Dom, by the way," Domino said, bringing the knives up as she settled into a defensive position, to start.

Oh, so that's who she was. "Sarah." She took a swing at Dom with the bone club, other hand reaching for a knife of her own. Strangely, it took a bit of a twist to reach it, leaving Sarah's attention divided almost immediately.

Dom sidestepped the club, parrying the first strike of the knife. The girl was fast, much faster than Manuel. And not all that much younger than you, so don't be patronizing. "Little lighter than I'm used to," she said mildly, reversing one knife and stepping back into position.

With a flick of her wrist, Sarah sent the bone-knife in her hand straight for Dom, swinging the bone club hard again. Her hand was already reaching for the bone at her hip, so slick with blood she nearly dropped it. Instead she managed to keep her rather awkward grip on it, and sent it too flying.

Domino grunted as her knee chose that moment to abruptly buckle. She turned the fall into a roll, and both knives and the club missed her - the second knife only by a little, but then, close only counted in horseshoes and hand grenades. As she came back up, she saw her opening, and brought the knife in her left hand down and across Sarah's upper leg, opening a shallow slice.

Sarah snapped the bone club in half, jabbing the broken end of one side at Dom, maybe favoring her bleeding leg just a little, but then again, it would only take a few minutes for the cut to heal anyway. She lashed out with a sharp hand, the other half of the broken club still gripped tightly in her other hand.

Domino kicked the club out of her hand, hard. "Bet you'd be good in a bar fight," she said, rocking back out of range.

"I am," she agreed, with the slightest hint of a smirk on her face. She took stock of her now bleeding hand (only a little, and hey, what's a little more blood on the mats?) she reached back to her shoulder, and pulled another bone, throwing it without pausing.

That one, by all rights, should connect, Domino knew. Even as she recognized that, she felt that inward shiver she only ever registered when her power was firing up particularly strong. She tossed one knife aside and caught the one spinning through the air at her. It cut her hand, but better that than plant itself between her ribs, where it had been going.

Sarah shook off her disappointed look, pulling another knife from her leg, right above the remains of the pink scar that Dom's earlier attack had left. She threw it to the side, blocking off one escape and yanked another club-like bone from her hip with a nearly undetectable wince.

"You obviously heal," Domino observed, flipping the new knife around in her hand. "Full-scale healing factor?"

"Yeah. Otherwise my mutation would suck." She swung the bone in her hand, and then took a quick step forward and swung it again, just for kicks. "Mine's not as fast as Logan's, but it comes in handy."

"Hm. Think I'd trade mine for that," Domino said, deciding that she didn't really like the replacement knife. Not the right shape. She shook her injured hand quite deliberately, letting the blood splatter on the mats. Not that Sarah wasn't leaving enough of her own, but the more than was there, the more chance Sarah would 'happen' to slip on it. She wasn't above giving her power a helping hand.

Sarah shrugged, taking a hard swing at Domino again, but the bone slipped in her grip, slowing it down and pushing it way off course. She gripped it harder, and took another swing.

Domino ducked under it, slicing with the knife she had left across Sarah's stomach and then bouncing back up and away, out of range.

Sarah looked down, an oddly calm expression on her face. Regarding the sorry state of her tank top, bloody and shredded, and barely doing much covering at all, really, she stayed back for a moment, letting a bone sprout from her hip and snapping it in half, leaving a jagged bone shard still poking out. With the bone in her hand, she threw herself at Dom, free hand clawing and sharp bone in her other hand pointed out.

Fast, Domino thought again, not flinching as the bone sliced across her bare shoulder. She dove and rolled, coming back up out of range. "Tell me," she said, ignoring the way the blood ran down her arm. "If this was serious, would I have to... I don't know, behead you or something?"

"That would be giving away trade secrets," she grinned, and pulled the rest of the bone out of her hip, "so if I told you, I'd have to kill you." She looked thoughtful for a moment, an odd expression on somebody who is smeared with blood and gripping for dear life onto a set of bones she just pulled from her hip, and then shrugged. "Or at least, I'd have to keep -trying- to kill you until you figured out some way to stop me."

"Mmm." Domino swung her arm experimentally, then grimaced. "Think I've got to call it there," she said, examining her shoulder. "Not that this hasn't been incredibly fun, but you got me fairly good there. I've got work to do when I get back to Berlin - can't afford to be healing up, and I don't have your advantage." She grinned, tossing the bone knife she still held to Sarah. "Kind of refreshing, really. Can't remember the last time anyone did get me. My power's been kicked up to high gear for the last couple of years, so I don't get hit easy."

Sarah held out her hands so that the bone landed on top of the two she already held, a triumphant little grin on her face. "Probably because I'm stubborn. If I want to hit you, I'm not fucking stopping till I do. That and I've been training obsessively since I went to live with the Morlocks. You don't fight that much and not improve over the years."

"You're rather full of yourself, aren't you?" Domino asked with some amusement. "It's kind of cute." She tilted her head at the girl, smiling wryly. "Throw those knives at me," she urged. "Right at me. I won't move."

"Not full of myself... just confident. Have to be, otherwise I'd run away crying every time I got challenged by something that looked like it could beat me." She looked down at the bones in her hand, and back at Domino. "They won't hit you," she started, and looked back down at them again. "You'll... do whatever it is you do, and they won't even go close."

"I'm probability's bitch," Domino said cheerfully. "And sometimes it doesn't like me that much. Go on, give it a shot."

Sarah nodded, suspiciously, taking the first bone in her hand and aiming it carefully. Normally she didn't need to, but she was very aware of being at a certain disadvantage in the situation. She sent it flying and it missed, but it was so close that Sarah didn't even pause before she started aiming the next one.

Domino felt the inward shiver again, considerably more strong this time. She stayed absolutely still, even as Sarah took aim, but she couldn't ignore the sudden cracking noise from above her. Sarah, apparently, could.

That didn't stop the chunk of ceiling from falling on her head.

It took a moment for Sarah to figure out what had happened, and then a few more to push some of the rubble of of her so she could get up. She glared at Domino, but there was a hint of an amused grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Fucking ow."

"Okay," Domino said, peering up at the ceiling. "That was a little much. I'm guessing that knife was aimed right at my heart - I don't usually get major structural damage unless I'm in imminent danger of death." Grinning, she reached down to offer Sarah a hand. "I don't know about you, but I could really use a drink."

Sarah pulled back the bones on her hand and then took Dom's to pull herself up, brushing herself off, and taking a good look at the hole in the ceiling. "The ceiling just fell on my head. I could use a cigarette and a drink, in that order. Preferably several."