Destiny is delighted by this plan! 

Where do they want to go for it? The gym has enough space but also apparently it's dangerous? 

"I don't want to do just two of us in the gym being distracted even the first weekend; let's grab an empty classroom and shove all the desks against the walls."

On their way to the stairs, they cross paths with Bobbie jogging laps through the freshman halls. She slows and jogs in place on the balcony opposite them.

"Oh, hey, Destiny, Marcy. Got weekend plans?"

"- Oh! We're just headed out to spar. I owed you some sparring too, right? So maybe we should just make a sparring group!" 

"I'd love to. Going down to the gym?"

"We were thinking about an empty classroom, but with three of us we could go to the gym and take turns being the lookout."

"Yeah, we weren't going to risk it with just the two of us, but if you're coming that sounds a lot better all of a sudden!" 

"Alright. If there's other people around, having three people opens up more ways to do handicaps, too."

"Yeah! Cool, let's go, then." 

"Excellent." They can all hike down to the gym. Going back up these stairs while tired from sparring is going to be great for mana.

There are a couple groups of sophomores or juniors already present; one of them is testing some sort of artifice and the others are running laps.

"What training've you got, Marcy?"

"Mostly dodging things, throwing my knife at them and running the other way, but I did get some melee instruction too." Honestly she doesn't have much of a chance against Bobbie in unarmed combat--Bobbie's arms are nearly as long as Marcy is tall--but it'll be fun and mana-building to try it.

"Hm. Unless you've got some practice knives we should probably stick with unarmed, which means - Destiny and I should give you some instruction so you're safe to spar with."

"Yeah, I was figuring we'd do it unarmed. I do know how to spar safely, I love my knife but it'd be stupid to be helpless without it."

"Morty's going to make me some practice knives in shop," Destiny offers. "Unarmed is lots of fun, though!" 

"Practice knives will be great when we have them but we can mix it up. I can be lookout while you two spar first if you want."

"Alright. I'll want to test you, Marcy, before we do anything serious, though. No offense, I just want to be sure you're not going to fall badly and break your wrist, I feel like that might be bad for my relations with Boston."

She settles into a fighting stance with her left hand held behind her back and waits for Destiny to come at her.

"None taken." Marcy acknowledges the temptation to watch Destiny and Bobbie for technique education, sets it aside, and watches everywhere else for mals instead.

Destiny goes at her! 

She's definitely doomed in unarmed sparring against Bobbie, who is, like, almost twice her size. But she's fast, and good at not telegraphing her moves so she's unpredictable, and she's vicious (in a carefully controlled way where neither of them is actually going to get hurt). Kicking is mostly a bad idea in an actual fight, but if she sees a good opening, she can make use of her absurd flexibility. Losing suuuuuuuucks but here Destiny is going to give herself a pat on the back if she can hold out for thirty seconds. 

Fast and unpredictable is a good combination for this fight, because with one arm behind her back Bobbie has a lot more trouble deflecting every attack to come her way. She does, eventually, manage to catch one of Destiny's wrists and haul her off balance and that's the end of that. It doesn't quite last thirty seconds, but Destiny's on the offensive for most of it.

"Marcy, should we go another round or do you want to rotate in?"

"Sure, I'll take a turn. Did you want to see me do practice falls or something first or do you want to just assume I've sparred before and go at it?"

She holds her hands out, palms open and facing Marcy.

"I'd like to see some practice falls first, and check how well you pull your punches. And kicks if you're planning to do any of those. And check in on your preferred force levels, sparring at home we'd aim for plenty of bruises but nothing worse."

She falls over backwards, kips up, falls over forwards, rolls to her feet, and says "I can do bruises or I can just do touches, your pick."

"Let's start with just touches for now, easier to not overshoot." She taps her palm. "Show me?"

Marcy tags Bobbie's palm with a couple of punches and a side kick, hard enough to be noticeable without looking but not hard enough to hurt.