Oof, lass had a hell of a hit on her, even if he just managed to keep on his feet. Of course that meant he was of balance and immediately got wiped out by some kind of grab. Damn, that was one point already gone. "Jesus Xavia, give a lad a chance why don't ya," he joked, letting the woman disentangle herself from him before he got back up. "Not that I'm complaining about you being on top me," he added a cheeky grin on his face.

Well, he was only one down, could be worse. At least he knew how badly this was going to go, so he had that going for him. Right?

Keeping his hands up, maybe small movements were the best idea, draw it out and try to out endurance her? It'd be risky, with his heart a long fight would hurt him more than her and he had the feeling he'd give out first. No he had to go on the offensive. Moving in closer, he tried to launch a small right hand jab, try and test her defenses. If it hit, a quick left hook to her shoulder would follow. If not? He'd step back to keep room.

"Mmm, maybe I like you under." She said without meaning to. Then she danced back a few steps after she got herself back up. "You seem surprised." She said, bobbing backward after he got a hit in. She attempted another move.

If successful, she would catch his left hand with hers, pivot to twist his arm behind his back, hopefully not hurting too much, hooking her right foot around his ankle to pull that toward her and pushing at him from behind, sort of like a cop would do.

OK, maybe he was a little surprised. She was a teacher after all, it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility to assume she wasn’t a trained fighter. So sue him. “Trust me, I’m Scottish. The idea a woman can kick my a--- is not a new one.”

She might be fast, and quick on the grabs, but he had the advantage of height and strength. As she tried to pull his arm up behind him, he wrenched it down and went low, ignoring the pain it caused him. Going to grab her leg and hopefully using that moment and leverage to knock her on her back. If not, he might be able to scamper back before she got any counters in. In theory.

She went down harder than he probably intended for her to. Her head hit the ground and she was seeing stars. Oof. Xavia waited for the mist to clear before attempting to stand. He would see her have an odd look on her face before she got back to her stance... But now she wasn't concentrating anymore.

Heavy breaths puffed from her lips as she started to hold back. It was not his throw that did it, but the last fall from the tree. "Artair, I t'ink I have to forfeit." She dropped her hands and soon moved to sit down.

Hearing that he went straight into doctor mode. Making sure she was sitting fine, he quickly check her eyes for any signs of a concussion. “Just look right at me, the bet can wait. Don’t worry about that.” Leading her through the checks, and making sure she wasn’t hurt to badly, it didn’t look like she was going to drop any time soon, thankfully. He didn’t want to be responsible for multiple injuries to the woman. That would be...awkward.

“You should be fine, just stay sat down for a bit. Do have a bottle of water anywhere nearby?” Once she was back on her feet, she was going straight to Doc. Head injuries were serious business, getting her checked over by a properly trained doctor was a priority.

“Sorry about the hard hit, didn’t mean to knock you over that hard.” Albeit, most of his training had been against someone taller than him and a good deal heavier. Maybe he should have taken that into account. “While we’re waiting,” he said sitting on the floor opposite her, “What did want when you won?” There was no getting away from the fact she was better at hand to hand and would have beaten him.

"I am fine... At least my head is." Her hands went to her belly, which was starting to cramp in a way that took her breath. "I do not t'ink t'is is from what you just did." And it wasn't. She took several deep breaths until the cramps subsided, and then lay back on the ground looking kind of exhausted now.

"Just tired. No sleep still." While it wasn't a lie, she wasn't mentioning the positive pregnancy test either. He hadn't said he was taking her to DocProf so she went on like nothing was wrong. When he asked what she was wanting as a prize, she shifted her eyes to his face and sighed, her face relaxing.

"It was stupid. Wanted a date. But it is not important. Not like you are interested."

His eyebrow went up at that. Not sleeping for so long was rough, but surely it wasn't everything? From his own experience it was usually stress that messed with sleep for that long. Well, that or something much worse. If it continued, she'd probably go to Doc anyway, so there was no point pushing the issue.

Artair really needed to get better at controlling his laughter, especially around Xavia. It was just so odd, the way her mind worked, how she thought. "Lass, you didn't need to beat me up to get a date. All you needed to do was ask." God this woman was interesting and weird and fun. Every interaction so far had been enjoyable, if weirdly prone to injury. "I'd love to know where you got the idea I'm not interest though. I feel like I should have been consulted about it."

Did he want to go on a date with her? She was smart and fun and, yes he had noticed, beautiful. Did her having a kid matter? Looking up at her and tilting his head in thought, he couldn't really come up with a reason why he shouldn't at least go on one date with her. "Xavia, I know it might not be what you're expecting, but if you do want to go on a date with me, I'd be more than happy to. After all," he added jokingly, "I still owe you for the burns."

The cramping was starting to slowly subside, along with the heavy puffs of breath that she made to keep breathing through the pain. She took a long, deep breath and closed her eyes, "Never been out on date before," she admitted softly.

And then she relaxed some more... Feeling less... Jumpy and nervous around Artair... Comfortable... "You do not owe me for t'at... But you might change your mind when I tell you why I got burned." She paused... This one had her not able to look at him, for she felt dirty bringing up something as vile as what had her jumpy. "I was hurt... Recently... Um... Violated... I went out, got drunk, man put drug in my beer... And..." She was rubbing at her still flat belly, then she looked at his face and bit her lip.

As far as beating him up went, she said, "I was not beating you up for date... I was just... I don't know how t'is all works. My only experience wit' t'is is my dead highschool sweetheart, a man who disappeared, and one night just to try to forget what happened for a short time. I wasn't trying to like you in t'is way, but I do."

Artair listened carefully as she talked, keeping his face in what he hoped was a concerned expression, while inwardly his anger burned a little stronger. What kind of monster did things like that, hurt people just because they could? He also didn't miss the implication behind her words. He might be unobservant sometimes, or even downright dense, but he wasn't stupid. "Xavia, I...well I don't really know what to say given the situation. How are you in all of this?"

He was a little of balance about exactly how he should act given that, revelation, so he went for the easiest option. Be himself, act normal. "I'm hardly the model of great dating history lass. Don't think I've had a relationship last longer than four months. But at the end of the day, it's just a date. There no promises there, no commitments. It'd just be us, spending some time together and enjoying ourselves." Yeah the situation might be odd, be it's not like he had time to waste in his life and he did genuinely like the woman. He just wasn't sure in what way right now.

"If I'm being frank and candid, I've not got much time to mess about. I'll be very lucky to reach my fifties, so I can afford to not let things people my age worry about affect me. You're a pretty amazing lass, and I'd genuinely like to go out for a meal or a movie with you." At the end of the day, if the date was bad or awkward, they had an answer.

"Honestly, it is what keeps me awake." She gave an ironic laugh. Even that sounded pleasant. She took a breath as the last of the cramps subsided. She rubbed again at her stomach and said, "And a little frightened." Obviously she was eluding to the pregnancy but saying the words were something she wasn't quite ready to do at all. The only person who knew, and only because he saw the first test, was Derek. Maybe she just didn't want it to be real.

"Dinner and movie? I would like t'at. Do you like Kareoke? I do not wish for games eit'er. I am starting to t'ink I am too old for t'at."

And then she finally sat up again when she was sure that she wasn't losing the little one. Maybe it was more a stress thing than the other. She moved to her feet, and when the cramping stayed subsided, she sighed with relief.

He could understand her being afraid, given everything that'd happened to her. He was never one to have a problem with fear, unlike most people. By this point, it'd become an old friend to him, just another part of his life.

Giving her a grin at the suggestion, "Aye, I can do Karaoke, but fair warning it been a few years since I last sang, in English anyways." Hell, he might not like singing in English, but there was always a time to challenge that little personal fear. It had nothing to do with how curious he was to hear someone who had sang professionally sounded like and if it was Xavia, he could see it being fun.

Standing with her and stretching his aching joints and muscles, "Come on then lass, lets head back. I've a feeling neither of us has got our heads on right for practice now." He knew he didn't at least, there was no way he'd be able to concentrate on his training now and as much fun as it was to have construct after construct explode in his face, he was done. "And I should probably retrieve my things before I head back home. Won't get far without my wallet or keys."

"Okay." She said, and if he let her, she tucked her arm into his for support, though paused long enough to get her phone and such. After they made it back to the mansion, she would give him her address and both cell and house number.

And then she would head off to take a cool shower and change her clothes.