"Alright, let's go." One hand behind her back again but that's really not enough of a handicap for someone without martial arts experience. She'll just... not move her feet, there's another handicap.

Marcy's fighting style is very much not designed for fighting humans, or really for offense in general; she focuses on being hard to hit and she is. Still, she has to get well inside Bobbie's range to even attempt to get a hit in, so she's not likely to last long either.

She doesn't get a hit in. Marcy aborts her first two attempts fast enough to dart back out of reach, but the third time Bobbie slaps her off-balance long enough to a grip on her elbow and reel her in for a pin. She notices how Marcy's style is oriented, though.

"Sorry, I really have no idea how to fight like a six-legged lion with tentacles. I could be more aggressive but I was handicapping myself by pinning my feet this time."

"Yeah, sorry, I'm all dodge and no offense."

"I can have a go? Pretending I'm a six-legged lion with tentacles sounds fun!" 

"Sure thing, I'll keep watch while you two go a few rounds."

"Awesome." And Marcy and Destiny can go at each other with no handicaps! Marcy continues to be very fast and desperately in need of a growth spurt.

This is going to be SO MUCH FUN! 

Destiny is about Marcy's size, so Marcy's delayed growth spurt and the reach problem are less of an issue, but she definitely has a lot more practice with unarmed combat. Destiny is very fast, and very hard to predict - her krav maga instructor made her drill that relentlessly, she still has anxiety dreams sometimes about not being allowed to leave the dojo until she could punch or kick a target before he saw her start to move and yanked it away from her.

She plays it aggressive on the first round - though she's also calibrating for touch-only hits - just to see how much she can get away with. 

Increased aggression mostly just makes Marcy go even faster until Destiny ends up chasing her all over their section of gym, but if Destiny overreaches Marcy will definitely go in for a strike.

Destiny lands a kick, but one that wouldn't be disabling even at full strength, and by the time she sees another opening she's getting tired from all the chasing, and she's not quite as fast. 

Marcy takes a long time to get tired, or perhaps just gets more determined the tireder she gets, and she gets around Destiny's left side and tags her in the ribs.

Destiny groans. "Nice one! You are fast. I...think I need a break...and then I'll have to try some other strategies. Bobbie, you're up?" 

"Sure, though I'm thinking if we want to be efficient about everyone getting practice we should see if we can get someone else to watch our backs and go two-on-one." Bobbie was not expecting to find a matched sparring partner in here given the frankly unreasonable amount of martial arts she did as a kid. She's glad she met Destiny but with her extra experience and height and reach and strength it's still pretty one-sided.

"Marcy have you got thoughts for more handicaps? Or I could try teaching you some techniques if you'd be interested in that. You'll owe me a small favor later, though."

Marcy realizes how much running she's been doing as soon as she stops, but she would still rather fight Bobbie again than admit to needing a break in front of either of them. "Finding someone else to watch and doing two-on-one would be really cool."

"Maybe those kids'll be up for it after they finish their next lap. That'll give you two a chance to catch your breath, too, I haven't just been running all over the gym."

As the group of runners passes them by, she waves them down and has a quick chat.

"OK, one of the girls'll watch for us if we'll take her along to the showers after, and if she can go a round or two with one of you if this goes long. Sound good?"

"Fine by me."

"OK, ready?" She switches to her right hand behind her back this time.

"Ready." She glances at Destiny. They haven't trained together nearly long enough to coordinate effectively, but 'one goes right and the other goes left, try to flank' isn't exactly four-dimensional laser tag.

Bobbie is not going to give them much of a chance to do that. As soon as the first syllable of 'ready' is out of Marcy's mouth Bobbie is lunging toward her and snapping a fist forward.

Woop it is Dodge Time! Dodge and feint and dodge and try to be a distracting gnat bothering a bear so Destiny can get an opening.

Destiny has a pretty good sense of both Bobbie and Marcy's styles, by now, and she can try to anticipate Marcy's distraction feints and dodges and pick a moment when Bobbie is looking the other way to go for one of her absurd-flexibility kicks to the head. (Very carefully calibrated to deliver only a tap, of course.) 

Bobbie only has one hand to fight with and it's busy so she winds up blocking Destiny's kick with her own, shin-to-shin. This knocks her off-balance but she turns the fall into a roll and jabs Marcy in the sternum (only a little hard) when the smaller girl goes for the apparent vulnerability.

"Your leg OK?" she asks, still in a crouch.

Kicking above one's own head height is very cool. Marcy can theoretically do it but she telegraphs it like mad every time so today she had better not. (Most mals can't read human body language.)

It's definitely smarting! Still, she deserved that, and also it was EPIC. 

"Yeah, I'm fine - you?" 

"Smarts a bit but nothing serious. That was a good kick, I almost didn't catch it. You good, Marcy?"