Gonna knock you down. (Open)

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"CLARISSA FERENC!" Ieuan bellowed, anger more than evident written over his expression, posture and tone. "Your bloody mare has been tormenting Laurence again!" he seethed, marching toward the round pen. Clary bit back her laughter, hiding her face in Ama's neck. Over the past week, she and Ieuan had come to know one another very well. The terms weren't exactly the greatest though. Marica had been placed beside Laurence, Ieuan's bay Arabian gelding. The mare had made it her duty to make the highly strung geldings life a living hell. But, it wasn't as if Laurence was innocent either. He gave as good as he got. Clary decided it was time to make this known to Ieuan. "Y'know, Laurence isn't exactly the innocent party is he? Marica has a scar on her rump to prove that." As well as neighbouring stalls, they also had neighbouring pastures. Laurence had gotten his payback three days ago, after she'd managed to pull his hay net over into her stall and eat all of the haylage before Laurence could even taste it. Clary snickered as she remembered the aghast look on both gelding and his owner. "It's not f**king funny!" Ieuan shouted at her, hands on hips and his expression bordering fury.

"You're so lucky your a flipping girl or I would so kick your ass right now." Ieuan grumbled. Each time he'd approached her with the problems the damn Friesian was causing, Clary would just stand there with a smirk on her face. Clary rose a brow at him. "You could try if you want. Unless you're scared i'll mess up that pretty little face of yours." she smirked. With Ieuan, he got under her skin enough that there was no ounce of shy around him. Plus, he had no idea about her 'Mad Marital Art Skills' or the fact that her last, and only friend, had officially dubbed her 'The Ginger Ninja'. Let's just say that he never called her that again after she was done with him. Well, not to her face anyway. Ieuan rose a brow, his blue oracles confused. Clary gave an exasperated sigh. "I'll meet you at the Sports Center in half an hour, I promise I'll go easy on you." she smirked again, causing him to shake in anger. He watched as she led her mare from the round pen and toward the stables, shaking his head in dismay. A slow smile then suddenly spread across his features. She was willingly letting him kick her ass? Little did he know that HE was about to get his ass handed to him on a platter.

True to her word, she was stood in the center of the martial arts studio half an hour after she'd told Ieuan to meet her. It was smaller than what she was used to working in, but there weren't many martial artists at the college so she understood. Dressed in tight jogging bottoms and a black sports bra that stopped just above her abdomen. She knew Ieuan was gay, so didn't have to worry about prying eyes. She was sat with her both legs stretched out in front of her, leaning forward to touch her toes. Her back gave a sickening crack which she ignored. It was stiff after working with Ama in the round pen, she'd taken a lot of encouragement to get going today and Clary had managed to make her back seize up. Now that it had cracked though, it felt much better.

The door opened suddenly and Clary looked up. It wasn't Ieuan though, it was Mr. Winters, the P.E Teacher. The man looked at her curiously. "What are you up to Clarissa? You've already been here twice today." His arms were crossed over his chest. She'd already had two other students in here and almost dislocated their shoulders over the past week. He was keeping a close eye on her whenever she was in the studio. She smiled at him sweetly. "Giving Ieuan Rees a few pointers on Karate. He asked me to teach him some." She lied easily, her hands threading into her red locks and pulling them into a high ponytail. Mr. Winters wasn't convinced, but since he hadn't seen any evidence against what she was saying, he gave a deep sigh. "I'm keeping my eye on you Miss. Ferenc." he told her, waggling his finger at her. She chuckled and nodded her head. He grinned then, and turned to leave, shaking his head as he did so. That girl was a handful. How come all of his students were?

Fifteen minutes later, Ieuan arrived. Clary was working on some drills as he wandered in, she was unaware that he'd entered. When he saw her foot reach heights he could never imagine, he knew he'd gotten into something he hadn't expected. He gulped nervously, but slammed the door closed to alert her of his presence. He saw her flinch and spin around to face him. He narrowed his oracles back at her, and she smirked. That goddammit smirk! He didn't care how good she was, he just knew he had to beat her ass and walk out of here with his pride in tact. A little voice in the back of his head scoffed at him. Not bloody likely mate. Growling in frustration, he cursed his mouth once again. Why couldn't he just shut up when he needed too. No, of course he had to let it run away with him and effectively get him in a fight with the female Bruce Lee. Well done Ieuan boy. You'll never live this one down. He thought with a sigh, dropping his bag with a thump and walking further into the room. As much as he wanted to, he wasn't going to turn and leave. He was too much of a stubborn ass to do that. Clary grinned at him, her green oracles sparkling with anticipation. She couldn't wait to knock him down a peg or two.

"So, how are we going to do this?" he asked her in a bored fashion that he wasn't feeling on the inside. She rose her brow, obviously seeing through his bravado. She humored him all the same though. "Well, since i'm going easy on you, I'm going to say first to hit the floor loses. We can use fists and feet, but don't hit faces or necks. Nothing below the knee's either, but behind them is fine. So, anything between the neck and knees is free for all." she listed off quickly. "So, whatcha' say? Best two out of three?" she beamed, pure excitement shining in her eyes. He nodded slowly, adapted the stance that she was. Her fists were brought up to shield her face, her legs stretched out and one behind the other. "Okay, Go!"

They proceeded to circle one another, Clary eying him tactfully, Ieuan eying her nervously. Then, with almost lightening speed, her leg shot out and connected with his side. Before he could react, she spun and swiped his legs from under him. He dropped against the mat heavily, his breath whooshing out of him. His oracles closed tightly as he tried to reduce the pain in his side and back. When he opened them again, Clary was looking down at him with a face splitting grin. He growled and threw himself back onto his feet. She cocked an eye brow. "No need to make a face. Come on, we still have two more rounds." he growled, squaring up again. "Whatever you say." she chuckled, circling him as if she were a lioness about to pounce on her prey. When she saw the gulp, she knew she had him. His stance wavered, and she sprang. Her fist connected with his gut and once again she swiped his feet from under him. "Timber.." she laughed as he fell. He'd never learn.

[Onzy]

Max was dressed in baggy shorts that hung just below his knee. His grey t-shirt was showing the sweat that marked his exertion and his brown hair was dark and plastered to his forehead. The basketball court was busy enough, and in the end a game a broken out. Most of the players were pretty good, but some could work on their skills. Not that Max minded, he played for the heck of it. For the third tome in the space of ten minutes he shot a 3 pointer that landed neatly in the basket. He decided to take a break and watched from the bench as the rest played. He breathed deeply, and regained the normal patterns of his inhaling.

The game rapidly fizzled after he sat down, so it was no loss when he proceeded to the locker room. The hot water of the shower felt good on his tired muscles, and after he got out, he felt refreshed, but tired. He knew that he wanted to see Ieuan, and he wondered where his boyfriend was. Changing into jeans and a Yale sweatshirt, he pulled on his sneakers and proceeded out of the rather smelly room. A glimpse of a familiar head sparked his curiosity, and he followed at a distance. What the hell was Ieuan doing here? Wasn't he supposed to be with Lawrence? Not really caring, Max entered another part of the sport's center.

He was just on time to see Ieuan hit the floor with a heavy thud. He winced on part for his boyfriend, but remained silent. He had learned not to interfere in these types of situations. They usually mean't that Ieuan was trying to prove something to someone, and this someone turned out to be a red head that he had heard a lot about over the last week. Max had just listened to Ieuan, but he wasn't going to judge this Clarissa until he had met her himself. Ieuan got up again, and his vocals weren't exactly happy. Max, hidden by the door couldn't help laughing, and made himself fully visible.

I told you love, don't mess with women who have attitude. It's not going to get you anywhere, he said, a sympathetic smile on his features. Would his boyfriend never learn from his mistakes? It was a question that he was still hoping to have answered sometime.

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