Pradnakt follows suit, and off they go.

It's not far to the gym; it's a utilitarian room with a padded floor and a mirror along one wall, with a bench near the door that Eluned sits on; Daisy stands nearby.

Pradnakt takes a moment to look around the room, then gives him a squeeze before backing off a few steps and dropping into a fighting stance. Ready when you are, Love.

He steps back and looks her over from a different perspective.

She’s trained, and he’s armless, and that puts him at a disadvantage. He doesn’t have much of a height advantage, either, with her. If he catches her off guard, trips her up—

...he realizes that the longer he stands and thinks about this the more he’s shooting himself in the foot, and he laughs.

He just has to do what he always did, and not think until he’s there and the blows are coming down.

He circles her slowly and thinks about how good she looks when she’s about to attack him rather than what he’s going to do when she does.

She smiles, when he realizes, and watches him circle until he's ready and waiting.

And then - he doesn't want her to hold back, so she doesn't: A quick jab to his good shoulder followed immediately by one to his ribs, and then she catches his ankle with her foot and he thumps against the mat.

—uh. He’s on the floor now.

He blinks up at her from his back.

Then he starts laughing, again, and kicks out at her shins before rolling and scrambling up from the mat.

She dances back, giggling. Come get me!

He does. He lunges to grab her closest arm and try to yank her off balance, sweeping his leg out to try to kick her legs out from under her — risky, she could pull him down with her, but it’s worked before.

She lunges toward him, when he grabs her, hopping over his leg - thank you, danger sense - and past him, spinning him in something more like a dance move than a fighting one.

He spins the way she pulls him, and then keeps pulling, purposely falling back to pull her down on top of him.

And down she goes. (She's heavy for her size, too, all muscle.)

And if he tries to roll her over to pin her?

Well, she's not going to make it easy: she bites his shoulder, hard enough to bruise.

He gasps and digs his nails into her shoulder where he's trying to pin her – wait, they're fighting, not –

She laughs again. We do have an audience, Love.

He doesn't care, he likes this, let them watch–

Okay, he'll get off her and back up so they can go at each other again, but he'll kiss her first, and he won't be shy about it.

She kisses him back; she's not shy either. And then she gets her hands under his chest and shoves, steadying him with the Force as he flies backward, giving him a chance to land on his feet.

He lands firmly, with her help, enough that he barely needs time to steady himself before he lunges back at her.

(He’s not balanced enough, when he runs forward—he fixes it. Something supports him just enough as he moves to make up for the missing weight.)

She sees it - Good! - and braces for impact. (She could dodge, but that's no fun at all.)

Oh, he expected her to dodge, uh—

—he can work with this.

He aims his strike right for her breastbone.

She softens the blow with a reflexive telekinetic shield; it's still enough to hurt, just not enough to knock the wind out of her. And then she wraps her arms around him and throws him to the mat again, pinning him this time with a knee on his crotch, a hand on his upper arm, and a kiss.

He feels the impact, when he hits her, and it's not exactly like it was before yet but it's still good. He gasps and laughs when his back hits the ground.

When her knee pins him – well, he's clearly having fun. He kisses back with what might be a little too much enthusiasm.