[Kana] Sparring Match

[Konei Kozuki]

The cold morning air nipped at his skin and for a moment he remembered the frozen tundra of the North Pole. But that was a long time ago, and it only took one glance though the back door of the smithy to knock him from his reverie. He shivered but didn’t close the door, allowing the sounds of Satomobile traffic in the street outside to float into the forge.

In the front of the smithy was what could only be described as a shop. Or at least, there was a till and counter, along with basic metal parts to common household objects that people bought quickly and cheaply. The rest of the business operated on commission and request. What was rarer or more unique had to be made individually, and people often dropped off objects for repair. Other businesses, such as Future Industries, ordered a set amount of various objects every week, and that was Konei’s job. Fortunately, the owner of the smithy, Zenka had recently hired an assistant, Karnook, and he had the afternoon off so that the boss and his new member of staff could do the personal tour of how things worked and where things went.

The cold morning air was pleasant, especially when Konei spent most of the day bending over a forge, handling and hammering scorching hot metal, and generally perspiring as much as was humanly possible for one guy to do.

So, closing the forge door to contain the heat, and wiping off his forehead in the cold breeze of the doorway, Konei had borrowed his boss’ phone in the smith office to make a call. It had been three days since he met Kana, and since he had the rest of the day off, he decided that today was just as good a day as any to offer the firebender girl that spar he’d offered her. So, after making the phone call, he’d gathered his things together, locked up the shop, and headed to the gym to meet her there. Light drizzle was falling, and Konei didn’t lift his hood, instead choosing to let the cooling raindrops wash away the soot that had settled into the creases of his face and neck.

The gym was nothing like the ones he was used to, but that wasn’t surprising given that the other gyms he’d been to had been secret underground centres for training Equalists. That, too, was a long time ago.
The gym was empty, and Konei dumped his bag by the door and shrugged off his coat as he walked the perimeter of the room, examining the wall-mounted training weapons as he waited for Kana to show.

[Kana Saitou]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://i47.tinypic.com/jrr1gi.png); color:#34476f; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #34476f; border-left: 3px solid #34476f; border-bottom: 3px solid #34476f;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #ac1a1a; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Kana "Aria" Saitou[/style] [style=font-family: TimesNewRoman; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 6px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-top: -5px;]We are the Kings & Queens of promise, We were the victims of ourselves.[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 4e4b5d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #7e97b7; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #b4cef0;] The day had started off... surprisingly slow for Kana. She woke up later than usual, drank her tea and ate her breakfast even later. For a while, she simply lounged around her apartment, trying to untangle her hair (An event that turned out to be surprisingly successful, for the most part) or just reading a book. She'd almost begun to doze off, when the phone rang loudly from her room. She'd had no idea when Konei was going to call her--or rather, if he going to call at all. She partially suspected he would, but one could never be sure. Kana was,... excited, when he called though. Not necessarily bouncing around like a little Earth Kingdom school girl excited, but, looking forward to the day none the less. More importantly, looking forward to seeing Konei. Not that she would admit to that. She'd dressed quickly, and left some food out for the still-sleeping Milah, before leaving her apartment for the gym. Kana had just barely beat the rain, and Konei for that matter, not that it really mattered. She had dropped her bag and shawl inside, before going out back, behind the gym through the doors in the back. It was there that she began to practically dance as the rain finally broke from the cloud's constraints. She spun and swayed and kicked, fire springing from her hands and feet as she moved, really doing little more than warming up. The rain made each spout of fire steam and sizzle slightly, much, for some reason, to Kana's amusement. [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― kana "aria" saitou[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[Konei Kozuki]

Konei was just admiring the craftsmanship on a set of throwing knives behind a glass cabinet, when he saw the reflection of a few fire bursts coming from the doorway behind him. He turned and strode over to the door to find that there was another training area outside that he hadn’t noticed at first. The outside area looked to be designed more for bending practice, since there were water barrels and clay disks and nothing for firebending to accidentally burn to the ground. And there, in the middle of the training area, was Kana.

Konei leaned against the door frame, slipping off his fingerless gloves by nipping at the finger holes before stripping them off his hands one by one. He rubbed his stubbled chin, watching her, observing her style, noting how she moved rather more like a waterbender than firebenders usually did.

"Unusual style," he said, stepping out into the light rain. He tossed his gloves inside, where they were sheltered from the rain. He then began to unbutton the frog closures down his shirt and discarded it somewhere to the left, revealing a torso riddled with the scars and marks of a lifetime. Most prominent of these was a long scar across his right shoulder blade, a memento from one of his spars with his sister, long ago. He sat down on a bench at the side of the training area and slipped off his boots.

"How’ve you been since I last saw you?" He asked, figuring that it was only polite to ask.

[Kana Saitou]

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[Konei Kozuki]

You got me into a thrill seeking mood, I'm afraid.

"Can’t say I often have that effect on people," Konei said, looking up at her as her eyes noticeably went on a quick trip across his chest. He snorted a laugh to himself, looking down almost coyly, then back up. With a great ugly scar across his face, he didn’t consider himself much of a looker. If anything it was his charm others were attracted to in him, his conversation, sense of humour. He didn’t have a half-bad smile, but he wasn’t used to being the object of the female gaze. Especially not shirtless. Not that he didn’t mind the attention of her auric eyes, though.

"You serious?" he asked, and for a second a brief, quizzical frown flashed over his face. Well, they did say that chicks dig scars, he’d just never known it to be true. He raked his hair back away from his face and bound it in a rough ponytail at the back of his head where those more traditional than he wore their topknots. Once his hair wasn’t in danger of getting in his way, he took a roll of bandages from his back pocket and began to wrap up his hands and wrists. He stood up, pushed back his boots under the bench with a naked foot.

"I’ve been through a couple of beatings before," he said, explaining the scars with a shrug. "Hopefully today won’t add another to the collection." He had a scar from earthbending, and the one on his shoulder was from a waterbending accident. He didn’t want to leave the gym today with the complete matching set.
"So what martial arts training have you had before?" he asked. "Ever had a firebending teacher or are you self-taught?"

[Kana Saitou]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://i47.tinypic.com/jrr1gi.png); color:#34476f; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #34476f; border-left: 3px solid #34476f; border-bottom: 3px solid #34476f;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #ac1a1a; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Kana "Aria" Saitou[/style] [style=font-family: TimesNewRoman; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 6px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-top: -5px;]We are the Kings & Queens of promise, We were the victims of ourselves.[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 4e4b5d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #7e97b7; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #b4cef0;] "Well, how many people do you take on fast motorbike rides over raised drawbridges?" A small ball of fire formed in one of her palms, a rather calm, contained ball. She tossed the flame from hand to hand as if it were a children's toy, before simply tossing it behind her head, letting the flame dissipate almost immediately in the rain. She saw the frown tug at the other's lips, and her brows automatically knit, creasing her forehead the slightest. Was it so hard to believe that Kana was, in a sense, complimenting him? Konei had scars--that meant he was a fighter. Whether or not he was a good one was yet to be known, but Kana had the feeling he knew a good bit about what he was doing. I’ve been through a couple of beatings before,... Hopefully today won’t add another to the collection. Her eyes wandered over his scars, taking in each one and silently coming up with her own stories and explanations for each mark. "I'll try to avoid your face, if nothing else. Last thing we need is a Fire Lord Zuko wannabe." She snickered quietly at the end of her sentence, twisting to take his place on the bench once he stood. "Never had a teacher. There wasn't exactly a large supply of Fire Benders in the North, let alone one that could teach me. Everything I know is self taught, from watching Water Benders practice, mostly." [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― kana "aria" saitou[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[Konei Kozuki]

Konei laughed, and it was a throaty sound. "On my boss’ bike as well? Not very many, I’ll give you that, " he said, with a wink. Not very many, meaning, she was the first, and most likely the last.

"Anyway, you’d have to aim for the right side of the face if you wanted to scar my eye. I’m afraid some other guy beat you to the left one," he laughed, jerking a thumb at his facial scar as he wrapped up his hand. He pulled the end of the bandage tight around his palm, brought the cloth to his teeth and ripped. After tucking in the end, he started on the other hand, striding out into the middle of the training area as Kana took his seat on the bench.

"I took a couple of lessons when I got to Republic City," he said, tying up his second hand. "Especially after some mugger made a mess out of my face, but overall most of my style comes from the northern waterbenders as well. Recently I’ve been experimenting with throwing a little airbending-style Bāguàzhǎng into the mix as well. Evasion and redirection is especially important for non-benders."

Tucking the end of the bandage into itself, he rolled his right shoulder joint around in its joint to loosen it up. He still hadn’t seen a healer about his back and shoulder, and he probably should.
"So." He turned to face Kana and spread his arms. "You can use bending if you want," he offered, "bthe fight probably won't last very long if you do since you'll kick my ass. If you want to test your endurance you'll have to fight me bare." He grinned, beckoned her cockily, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "So what’s your weapon of choice?"

[Kana Saitou]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://i47.tinypic.com/jrr1gi.png); color:#34476f; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #34476f; border-left: 3px solid #34476f; border-bottom: 3px solid #34476f;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #ac1a1a; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Kana "Aria" Saitou[/style] [style=font-family: TimesNewRoman; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 6px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-top: -5px;]We are the Kings & Queens of promise, We were the victims of ourselves.[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 4e4b5d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #7e97b7; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #b4cef0;] "Eh, or maybe I'll just tack a burn ontop of the scar. I'm sure that would look pretty interesting in portraits, don't you think?" she relaxed back for another moment, letting the rain drops fall over her for a moment, cooling her fire-heated skin slightly. She listened to the other, letting her head drop over the back of the bench for a moment, letting it pop once, before she lifted it again, cracking her neck to the left, then the right. "Oh, I don't know. I don't think he messed up your face. The scar gives you character, I think." She sat up then, slowly pulling the nearly drenched gloves from her hands and laying them on the seat beside her. She undid her belts as well, draping them over the back, before finally standing, watching the other again. "You look pretty stiff there, Konei. Maybe when we're done, I could give you a massage. Most people don't think Fire Benders could be good healers, but believe me, These hands? They give pretty good massages, from what I've heard." You can use bending if you want, But the fight probably won't last very long if you do since you'll kick my ass. If you want to test your endurance you'll have to fight me bare. She snorted at this, cocking her head to the side again as she stepped towards the other, shrugging her shoulders a few times before reaching to finally tie her hair back into a long ponytail with one of her braids.So what’s you weapon of choice? The playfulness seemed to disappear from her then, almost in it's entirety. Her gaze took on a fire that seemed brighter than the flames she actually bended. "I shouldn't need my bending to kick your ass. Just don't kick my ass if it slips out every now and then."[/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― kana "aria" saitou[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[Konei Kozuki]

Character. He could live with an adjective like that. It wasn’t the grizzled, battle-torn description he’d been expecting, but it was deceptively ambiguous. Characteristic of an idiot who got himself into fights? Characteristic of a violent man who didn’t care? Or characteristic of a survivor who fought no matter the odds? It didn’t matter, really. He could ask her later.

When she offered him a massage to fix his shoulder, he raised one eyebrow suggestively. He certainly wouldn’t say no to having her hands all over his body. Hell, he was tempted to make up some phantom aches and pains and suggest she be so kind as to sort them out too. Come to think of it, his lips had been particularly painful lately...

I shouldn't need my bending to kick your ass. Just don't kick my ass if it slips out every now and then.
Konei’s grin flickered. He need only resort to chi-blocking to take her down; it was, after all, what the style was designed for, but he didn’t want to let something like that slip and without it he could still keep her dancing. "I know you're probably stronger than I am," Konei replied, "but I know I can also hold my own. Just because you're good doesn't mean I'm going to let you throw me around." Konei loosely curled his hands and dropped into a stance, wide feet, low torso. His smile was smooth, taunting; the kind of face you wanted to throw punches at.

"The first shot’s yours, gimme your best. C’mon, firestarter, I’m your punching bag."

[Kana Saitou]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://i47.tinypic.com/jrr1gi.png); color:#34476f; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #34476f; border-left: 3px solid #34476f; border-bottom: 3px solid #34476f;][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #ac1a1a; padding: 0px 10px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase]Kana "Aria" Saitou[/style] [style=font-family: TimesNewRoman; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 6px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-top: -5px;]We are the Kings & Queens of promise, We were the victims of ourselves.[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; padding: 0px 5px; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase;]“[/style][style=padding: 17px; color: 4e4b5d; font-family: Tahoma; background: #7e97b7; margin: -20px 20px -23px 20px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; border: 1px dotted #b4cef0;] She fell into a rather relaxed, comfortable stance, not at all tight and offensive like most. If anything, it was her eyes that held that tension, seeming almost cold despite their golden heat. The first shot’s yours, gimme your best. C’mon, firestarter, I’m your punching bag. She swayed slightly, simply locking her gaze with his own, before a smirk broke out across her lips. "If you say so." She dropped, then, her body twisting, one of her legs stretching out as she turned, hoping to trip the other off the bat, but knowing full well--or rather, hoping, he wouldn't fall for that. That way, whatever move he would make, she could slide right back onto her feet and spin a much higher kick, followed only by some low, slow, heated jabs and cuts here and there. [/style][style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]”[/style] [style=font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: #a4b8ce; line-height: 1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.1em #003244; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right; margin-right: 15px]― kana "aria" saitou[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]NOTES : TEXT HERE[/style] [style=font-family: Courier New; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 0px 10px; color: FFFFFF; border-top: 1px dotted #b4cef0; border-bottom: 1px dotted #b4cef0; margin-bottom: -15px]CREDITS : template by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i48.tinypic.com/124a7mb.jpg);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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