IC Voicemail, Driftfleet:

[tothefly]

[There is no recording, just a few clicks and a beep.]

[Leave any IC voice messages or texts for Natasha here.]

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[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.]