2623/Working it Out

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Working it Out
Date of Scene: 28 September 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Oracle, Huntress




Oracle has posed:
    Babs is a touch nervous. Not about working out at an actual gym, and not just hitting up her daily routine at home... she's -used- to gyms, even if she dropped out of using them for awhile. But it's more her workout partner. After all, Helena seems intense! And she has a feeling there might be a bit of a friendly competition that winds up going on. And so she's nervous. Because... well, she already wants to win a competition that doesn't even -exist- and this is totally just supposed to be more breaking the ice.

    And so Babs bounces into the gym, full of vim and vigor, and looking around with bright-eyed curiosity for Helena. She's dressed up in light grey leggings, bright pink sneakers, and a purple sports top. She hums out and murmurs softly. "Oh, I -hope- I'm on time..." She groans inwardly... c'mon Babs, you managed to meet up at a diner like spies or something, you can handle an -actual- casual meetup between... friends? Well, people with similar hobbies! You've got this, girl!

Huntress has posed:
    Helena arrives with the soft rumble of a motorcycle outside the gym. The brunette enters clad in full leathers; jacket and gloves, boots and pants, fingers tousling out long, black hair. Removing the jacket shows a midriff-baring top clinging to her chest, showing her to be rather more endowed than the younger redhead. "There you are." she greets, a gym bag slung over her shoulder.
    "Let me shed this leather and lose a few pounds, then we can get started." Helena offers. Boots and socks first, then leathers are removed to show close-fitting yoga pants beneath. Long, black hair is pulled back into a scrunchy. It's Huntress-purple, like the rest of her outfit.

Oracle has posed:
    Babs perks up at the sound of a motorcycle... sure it isn't necessarily Helena arriving. But then it is, and she's... well, more or less what Babs was expecting. Which is to say, Babs stares as she comes in decked out in leathers, one hand lifting in an almost hesitant little wiggle of fingers as a wave. "Yep... just got here! And... yeah! Right! Changing!" She nods quickly and crosses her arms, beginning to stretch and work her joints a little, just making sure she's well and limbered up, while glancing over to Helena now and then.
    As she pops back up onto her feet with a burst of energy, her voice chirps out almost painfully cheerfully. "So! Uhhh... have you got a workout in mind? Like, a routine you normally do or something? I don't want to be a bother or hold you back."

Huntress has posed:
    Once she's shed of the riding leathers, Helena does some dynamic stretches of her own. There's a lot of yoga influence in her routine, and she's remarkably limber. They talk while she stretches, and she replies. "I was thinking we could start off by sparring, perhaps. Strength training is something I like to do at the -end- of my workout, when I'm dead tired."
    And if Babs is paying attention, there's a recent wound that's beginning to scar on Helena's left side, just below the ribs. It's a long, pink crease that just *might* have been a glancing shot from a large-caliber bullet. Helena works slowly, perhaps not wishing to stretch that side too much or too soon.

Oracle has posed:
    Babs definitely notes the scar, she -is- a pretty good detective... and her lips curve in a thoughtful little frown. But she nods her head with a little crooked smile and murmurs out, "Well, sparring first it is then." She continues her own stretching, and then bounces on othe balls of her feet a bit, apparently just making sure everything -feels- stretched before she looks around and hums out softly. "So... best two out of three pins, or how do you want to score the sparring?" She snickers and pops her eyebrows up, "Just time how long it takes you to completely get me spun around and totally not sure where you're coming from?"

Huntress has posed:
    Helena chuckles at that, puffing softly and stretching until she's satisfied that she's not going to tear anything. "Two out of three pins works for me." She gestures towards the corner of the gym, where there's a large mat with a wide circle inscribed. Like a ring for wrestling or martial arts. "We can use padding if you want, or just pull the really hard blows. I prefer the latter, seeing as we're both professionals. She flashes a grin, leading the way over with almost predatory grace. "I've been told that you don't really know someone until you've fought them. You ready for 'proper' introductions, then?"

Oracle has posed:
    Babs grins and laughs out, nodding her head and making her way towards the ring with, if nothing else, an overabundance of glee and excitement. "Okay! I'd say loser buys lunch, but... I mean... I'm -really- cheap." She pokes her tongue out and then strikes up a fighting pose on her side of the circle, murmuring out. "Awww... it's so -flattering- you think I'm going to be able to hit you with a really hard blow. I think I'll settle for mussing up your hair as a first goal." She balls her fists and strikes an even more stern pose... which is undercut by that wide grin.
    "No going easy though, I need a refresher. So like... don't knock me out unless you want to heft me home like a sack of potatoes, but don't just pat me." She shifts again then, into a more defensive pose... seems she's -not- figuring a wild assault against a trained fighter of Helena's rep is a good sparring tactic.

Huntress has posed:
    Helena steps into the ring with more efficiency of motion, to be sure. Or at least less youthful exhuberence. She chuckles, settling into a stance of her own that looks pretty generic. Or like it could be a part of any number of styles. "Whatever you say, Barbara. But, for the record, you're not fooling anyone with that 'don't hurt me' crap. Do you prefer Barbara or Babs, by the way?"
    And of course once she asks the question, that's when Helena attacks. This isn't a dojo and neither one of them are a sensei. There's no formality on the street, so there isn't any here either. She closes the distance with a quick clockwise turn, suddenly changing direction with a counter-clockwise roundhouse kick.

Oracle has posed:
    Babs laughs out and grins impishly, "Hey! I -totally- fool like... overconfident thugs all the time!" And then her lips press into a more serious line, at least after she chirps out. "Oh, Babs is for friends, so you can -totally- use it."
    And then she's dodging that roundhouse, leaning back to let that leg sweep past above her head, and swinging out her own low kick, aiming for the supporting leg. "Jeeze! Okay, someone wants her 'I knocked down Babs' feather in her cap! Or... uhh.. motorcycle helmet!" And then the banter's on pause as she follows up moving her upper body in, perhaps over committing given the kick hasn't landed yet.

Huntress has posed:
    The kick was certainly serious and committed, but Helena intended it as a test as much as anything. Leg sweep. Interesting. Using the momentum of her (missed) roundhouse kick, the redhead's sweep contacts her calf just hard enough to add to the kick-boxing pivot-step. It puts her a bit out of place when Babs moves her upper body in closer. "Good counter." she offers, adding an elbow towards the girl's mid-section as her other hand comes up to guard again.

Oracle has posed:
    Babs lets out a heavy breath as she keeps up the pressure, punch thrown up towards that guarding arm, only to miss that elbow coming in. She notices at the last moment, trying to turn enough to check the impact, but it draws out a pretty good little 'uhf!' of breath. "Ah! Well, y'know... kung fu movies..." She throws up her knee next, aiming for Helena's midsection. Seems she's keeping things close without going for grappling yet.

Huntress has posed:
    Helena has her stance again, but rather than blocking the knee she yields, dodging enough to blunt part of the impact. And as she dodges that black ponytail flips about as a distraction. There's a finger-strike towards Barbara's throat, but Helena draws the fingers back at the last instant. This is a *friendly* contest, after all. But the finger-strike is just a distraction as she tries to slip the redhead into an armlock, pulling things in close.

Oracle has posed:
    Babs does her best to dodge, counter, and not get distracted by that ponytail all at once. But Helena's -good-, and as Babs moves mostly in instinct, she finds her arm in just the wrong place at just the wrong time. Or, the right place and time if someone was wanting to get her into an armlock. She presses in, body twisting, trying to release pressure on the joints, as she presses in bodily against Helena with a growing frustrated little growl.

Huntress has posed:
    Helena presses right back, forcing the armlock just enough to prevent escape. Her chest against Barbara's back, she sets her feet and does a controlled fall onto the mat... bringing the redhead down with her. Helena is bigger and likely the stronger, but she knows better than to make assumptions as she tries to work Babs under her.

Oracle has posed:
    Babs is deceptively strong with that sleek, slim frame, squirming and writhing... but she's -so- out of practice in holds. After all, thugs guarding shipments on the dock just swing a pipe. It's so much easier. So she struggles, and Helena has to work for it, but eventually Babs is locked in, dragged under... and all that squirming and shifting and those attempted throws with her hips are just a lot of hopeless motion. "I... think.. I might... be... a little -stuck-...!"

Huntress has posed:
    Helena keeps the hold, working to keep Babs pinned beneath her. Legs part to deny leverage, and only when the redhead admits that she's stuck does Helena murmur softly into her ear. "I'll take that as a sign of you yielding, then. That's one for the Italian team." The hold relaxes, and Helena gets up slowly as she releases her sparring partner. "You've got good instincts, Babs."

Oracle has posed:
    Babs tenses up at that murmuer into her ear. And then she relaxes and groans out a wordless agreement. She just lays there for a few long moments before she's smoothly bouncing up back up onto her feet and stretching her arms up above her head, "Thanks. I just need more training. I mean, even out on the streets, it's not like I get in a lot of -fight- fights... Batman was all about sneaking up and taking out targets one at a time, before they even know you're there. But... well, that doesn't always work."

Huntress has posed:
    Helena rolls smoothly to her feet as well, rotating her neck around to a few pops. "In truth, if you ever get -that- close to a gang-banger you're already living on borrowed time." But she's already learned a lot about the redhead's spirit, determination, and energy. "Ready for Round 2?" Looks like it's going to be a long afternoon.