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[tothefly]

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[dancingmd]

[And what a strange dance it's going to be. While Natasha is getting ready, Beverly stands in a meditative position, hands together and eyes closed, murmuring something in a strange, guttural language which Natasha's augment will helpfully inform her is Klingon, though Beverly is speaking too softly for the translator to pick up her exact words. Once she senses Natasha is ready, she opens her eyes and flows smoothly into a stance mirroring Natasha's.

Then, without any warning, be it verbal or physical, Beverly is flying at her, one, two, three, quick punches in succession, followed by a swift kick to the abdomen. Whatever this fighting style is - it'll be, quite literally, alien to Natasha. It's almost like tai chi, but so much faster, and way more aggressive, probably more aggressive than seems fitting for Beverly. Yet, here they are. Her anger only serves to make her a more effective fighter... after all, this is a Klingon martial art. It's nothing if not designed to channel rage.]

[tothefly]

[The language is one she doesn't recognize. Neither is the fighting style. Nat manages to get her arms up to block one punch, two, the third grazing her shoulder as she twists to avoid the kick. Beverly strikes hard, moves fast, and the way she fights--she's definitely pissed. This isn't just fighting adrenaline. Not that Nat has time to study her, other than in that distant corner of her mind that's always watching.

The blows are fast, not quite rhythmic, and at first she does nothing more than block, deflect, counter, try and get a sense for the feel of things. But she isn't made for endurance in a fight, not really, and so after another punch she rotates into it, sweeping Beverly's extended arm aside with an open palm, follows through with a blow aimed at her midsection and drops into a low sweeping kick before coming back to her ready stance, watching for another opening. Maybe Bev needs to work out some aggression, but Natasha's gonna make her work for it.]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly twists away from the blow to her midsection, putting her off balance when the kick comes. She barely manages to stumble away from it, though she quickly recovers, a ferocious grin creeping its way across her face. This is exactly what she wanted from Natasha.

Not that there was ever any doubt she'd give it to her.

As they continue to spar, it becomes clear that Beverly's attack is much stronger than her defense. Pure stubbornness serves as her main protection. Every time, she'll get back on her feet, regain her center, and come at Natasha, angry as ever. At first, it's just more kicks and punches, but now... she goes for a grab.]

[tothefly]

[It's been a while since Nat had a workout like this. The occasional, semi-weekly sparring matches with a variety of people notwithstanding, she's just a little out of practice. Not much; a woman like Natasha never quite turns off, but enough for this to make her push a little harder than she might otherwise.]

[It's more or less a quiet fight, heavy breathing and the occasional muffled sound as a blow hits home, and Natasha sees her chance to go on the offensive as Beverly comes in for a grab. The other woman gets her hold, but only for a moment as Natasha quickly counters it, using Beverly's forward momentum against her and throwing her over a hip to the mat, before dancing back and letting her climb to her feet again for another go.]

[dancingmd]

[Beverly lands on the mat with a solid thud and a wince. Right. You are not the smaller opponent, not in this fight. She can practically hear Worf chastising her for such a basic miscalculation. She curses him -curses evertything, really -through gritted teeth.]

Oh, go to Gre'thor.

[Arching her back, she is back on her feet in a flash, coming at Natasha with a low roundhouse, hooking the inside of her knee and pulling her forward.]

[tothefly]

[Nat, on the other hand, is used to always being the smaller opponent and remains thus. Beverly has at least a solid 6" in height on her, as well as several inches reach; something it seems like she's not quite as used to. The foreign word isn't one she recognizes, as she waits for Beverly to regain her feet, but she recognizes the tone, and there's faint amusement in her voice as she answers.]

Language.

[The kick catches her off-guard, and she doesn't have time to do more than try and make this as easy a fall as she can. Her knee buckles and she throws her weight back, pushing with her free leg and rolling to the side, out of striking distance.]

[dancingmd]

[Satisfied to have landed Natasha on the mat in return for the throw, Beverly doesn't go in for another strike, simply stands back and lets her to get to her feet again.]

Oh believe me, I'm already watching my language as it is.

[Well, at least now she's talking. Brushing some stray hair out of her face, for once, she'll wait for Natasha to attack.]