Sparring in the Gym (Open)

[Ras'Ka]

Ras'Ka stood in a fighting stance. She had on a red wrap-around robe with black trim that was slit on the side. She wore black pants underneath.

She spun, kicking a hanging bag hard. It swung back towards her, and she spun and hit it with her forearm. Her face was flushed green, and her hair was sticking to her forehead.

She pushed it to a stop and leaned against it, breathing heavily. She glanced around the room, wondering if she could drum up a sparring partner. She had a bit of a...reputation for sending most of her fighting mates to Sick Bay. Granted, she often went too, but as a Vulcan, she was faster and stronger than most, so she went for more minor injuries.

[Ripley Todd]

Another workout Lt? one of Rip's acquaintances called after her as sh headed for the gym. She grinned at him. "Earlier was just the run."

Y'know not a lot of us are gonna get drunk and need your man handling.

"It's not you guys I'm worried about," the head of security replied. She stepped into the turbolift and hit the button for her deck. The woman was dressed in a hoodie and sweat pants, neath the hoodie was a sports bra that had become a staple of work out wear. Mainly when she ran in the early morning before anyone could see her. That was never shown to anyone else for a few reasons, two major ones were scars and her tattoos.

She departed from the lift, and went into the gym, noting one of her ensigns was there. "Ensign," she nodded to the Vulcan who had been clearly attacking the punching bag. "D'ya want to spar?

[Ras'Ka]

She turned around, her eyes flashing. Her hands were clenched into tight fists, but she calmed when she realized it was the lieutenant. "Oh, lieutenant." She smiled, bowing slightly.

She tilted her head, mildly surprised that a superior officer would want to spar with her. She smiled. "That would be...acceptable. Though I have been known to send my opponents to Sick Bay."

[Ripley Todd]

The officer smiled at her fellow security officer. "It's Ripley or Rip when we're off duty." She set down the water bottle she had brought from earth with her, a metal dinged up water bottle but still useful.

Ripley laughed aloud, brown eyes bright with the prospect of a fight. "I need a good trip to the sick bay," she admitted with a shrug. "I haven't had any sort of good release since we got on this ship. A fight will do me good." She moved about five feet away. "I warn you, I may be rusty."

[Ras'Ka]

"Rip it is, then," she replied. "You may call me Ras'Ka or Ras. Or Ice B*** if it makes you feel better." She smiled, watching Rip.

She slid easily into a fighting stance. "A release is always something good. And do not worry about being 'rusty'. I'll try and remember to go easy on you." She winked, waiting for Ripley to attack.

[Ripley Todd]

Ripley grinned at Ras'Ka. "I think I'll refrain from ice bitch, unless you deserve it," To be honest though Ripley was worried about being rusty. Here goes nothing. The woman shifted slightly and she would swing her leg up toward Ras' face, then immediately rebound and try to punch the vulcan in the diaphragm.

((Warn me if I start godmoding by mistake))

[Ras'Ka]

Ras'Ka smiled, though this time it seemed to be a bit truer. She saw her commanding officer shift for a kick and leaned back to dodge the blow. She drew her own fist back for a blow, when Ripley caught her in the gut with a punch.

She stumbled back, pressing a hand to her stomach for a second. She then came back swinging, faking a blow to Ripley's side with her forearm and throwing a blow at the woman's face.

[Ripley Todd]

Ripley bounced on the toes of her sneakers as Ras’Ka recovered from the blow. Her mind raced trying to remember tactics from the academy, of course her mind blanked the second Ras came back like a little tornado of limbs.

Rip blocked the Vulcan’s forearm with her own, but caught the fist on her right cheek. In response she would thrust her elbow up toward the vulcan’s nose. Her cheek stung from the punch. “Shoes are coming off hold on,” Ripley toed off her sneakers throwing them to one side, and swiped her brow with her sleeve, pushing them up. She was sure the hoodie would go next.

[Ras'Ka]

Ras'Ka blocked the blow, realizing Ripley was a fairly decent fighter, rusty or not. She stopped mid-kick and dropped back into a stand.

She stood back, waiting. "You are welcome to remove your hoodie," she remarked. "I wouldn't want you to overheat."

[Ripley Todd]

Ripley grinned at the vulcan. "Y'know Ras you're not half bad." She sighed for a moment, twisted left then right cracking her back before she pulled her hoodie off tossing it over on her shoes. She wore a black sports bra that went to mid-ribcage. She hoped this vulcan wouldn't be as curious about her tattoos as Spock had. "On we go then," Ripley moved into a stance waiting for Ras'Ka to make the first move.

[Ras'Ka]

"Thank you," she said. "You are not as rusty as you seemed to think you were." She noted Ripley's tattoo, but she had known plenty of humans to have them.

She did a roundhouse kick, and in the middle of it, she remarked, "Interesting tattoo." It was more of a distraction technique. Though she was curious about it simply because many of the people with tattoos she knew enjoyed talking about it.

[Ripley Todd]

“I’m sure I am,” Ripley replied with a shrug. “It’ll show up sooner or later.” Ripley ducked the roundhouse kick, landing hard on the floor, and thrust her right leg up and to the side between the vulcan’s legs where she would make a sweeping motion to knock her down. “Yeah, if you’re lucky I’ll tell you the story sometime.” The Starfleet symbol held an interesting story the north star just good memories and hopes.

[Ras'Ka]

She tried to get out of the way but only succeeded in tripping herself. She rolled onto her back, rocking back. It was both to block any blows and to allow her to stand.

[Ripley Todd]

Rip spun in a small circle, wincing as the Vulcan tripped up in her legs, and twisted her left leg the wrong way. Of course, now she remembered why she didn't like sparring. Her old injury from childhood thanks to Mal usually got hurt someway or another. She waited for the vulcan to stand before starting a ruthless attack of jabs, punches and kicks.

[Ras'Ka]

Ras'Ka jumped to her feet and was met with a quick attack from Rip. She blocked what she could, but some of the blows landed. She started to feel herself growing angry. She attacked back, going as fast as her species could. She wasn't thinking about what was going to happen. All that mattered was beating her opponent. Preferably to a pulp.