[Sango is honestly pretty sick of hand to hand, since it's all she's been doing with Coby for like six hours every day the past few weeks. Despite this, she draws her sword out of her sash and leans it on the wall next to Hiraikotsu. Perhaps sparring Jack will be different, and less bruising.]
Alright. Let's go.
[With that she backs up to where there are mats set up on the floor and drops into a defensive martial arts stance, waiting.]
[Despite his hesitation he strikes immediately, a low sweeping kick that's intended to knock her off her feet-- and because he knows that won't work, he follows it with a quick jab to her throat.]
[He's right, it doesn't work. Sango gives just enough of a jump to avoid the kick. She can anticipate the throat-jab, too, and sidesteps accordingly while grabbing at his outstretched wrist for an intended flip.]
[He has time enough to shout as he's tossed over her hip-- he knows enough to at least spring up to his feet immediately, to jab at her again even though his back is aching--]
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Sango tilts her head curiously, looking him over for weapons.]
If you'd like, sure. Did you have anything specific in mind?
[She slings Hiraikotsu off of her back and leans it against a wall.]
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Alright. Let's go.
[With that she backs up to where there are mats set up on the floor and drops into a defensive martial arts stance, waiting.]
Don't hold back now, you hear me?
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[Slipping off his shoes, he sinks into an offensive stance, just as he's been taught.]
Ready?
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