Agnes knew how to fight. You don’t live on the streets for most of your youth and not know how to throw a decent punch. Of course, Agnes had always been more of a scrapper than anything else, using anything and everything to lash out at her opponents. But her time at both the Mansion had afforded her certain skills that she still remembered to this day. Koga, an old mutant friend, had tried to teach her the art of ninjutsu. Though she didn’t keep up with the lessons, she managed to learn enough to defend herself. Then, for reasons she could recall, she was naturally inclined towards Krav Maga, as if she had been actively training in it within the last year or so -- a time that she could scarcely remember.

Oh well, maybe that was the X’s too. It didn’t matter. All that did was the fact that Agnes could be a dangerous individual if she truly wanted to be. Of course, the crux to that statement was that she needed to maintain her skills.

At the Golden Eagle Gym, Agnes had found a place for herself to train as well as gain as observe as much eye candy as possible. The gym was large enough that she wouldn’t be saying the same people every time, but it was small enough that she wasn’t being completely surrounded by meatheads and club bunnies trying get into her pants. As much as Agnes loved that kind of attention, she liked to hunt on her own terms, not being hunted. That was why this gym was decent, it afforded her the chance to just work out and decide where her activities would take her.

Today, the curvaceous young twenty-something had dedicated herself to working out. Dressed in skin tight leggings that perfectly silhouetted her form, a matching sports bra, and loose, seafoam green tank top, the sleek form of the sapphire-eyed temptress was busy focusing her attention not on new prey, but on a punching bag.

Hands taped, gloves on, Agnes worked the body of the bag, using fists and several quick strikes of her knee at vital points of her opponent. Anyone watching would have been clearly conflicted, by both the sheer sex appeal that she exuded, and the terrifying way in which she struck the bag. Truly she could be the very definition of a hellcat, in whatever pleasurable or painful aspects it could signify.

Another devastating elbow to the bag and Agnes sighed, turning around and marching towards heer gym bag and the bottle of water that was situated next to her. Her iridescent wings, the only aspect of her that could draw attention from her perfectly shaped posterior, fluttered briefly before resting down against her back. She was a mystery and one that was open for anyone brave enough to speak to her.

Emma finally had the time to find the gym that Blaine had written down for her. She walked into the Golden Eagle Gym and thought about where she wanted to start working out first. When she used to work out at the gym back in Washington, she would usually start with the punching bags, but today she thought about starting with the weights.

Thankfully, the light weights were not too far from the bags. She wouldn't have far to go to start her next workout. She sat down at a bench and started curling a 15 lb hand weight. She took turns doing repetitions on each arm. She wanted something sort of light to start with so she could get a good start to her workout. She finished her arms and then started doing some body squats to work her legs out. Maybe she would use the leg machine and go for heavier weights a little later.

Another thing she was starting to really dig about this gym was their music. She didn't have grab her Ipod from her bag. She started to bob her head a bit to the music as she did the squats, mentally keeping track of how many she had done.

There were quite a few people in the gym she noticed. She watched and saw what other workouts people were doing. Naturally, her eyes wandered to the area with all the punching bags. She saw one chick really wailing on the bag and then saw her walk to her bag. She noticed that her clothes were pretty tight and that she was very pretty, but she wasn't gonna go out of her way to bother anyone today. Unless of course, she could find someone to spar with.

Emma finally got done with her body squats. She grabbed her bag and walked over to an unoccupied bag. She dropped her bag on the floor nearby and was 3 bags down from the other chick. She started her normal routine. She practiced punches, knees, and kicks mostly. Every now and then, she landed some elbows.

The bag only helped so much. She needed to find a sparring partner. Nothing was better than working yourself out in a real ring where you reacted to someone else's moves and blows. She hoped that she and Blaine could meet sometime soon and lightly spar or he could coach her or something. She continued working the bag over. Punch, punch, and for good measure, went for what would be a head kick.

Agnes loved a good workout. She loved feeling sweat upon her skin, the burn that coursed through her muscles, and the desperate need to breathe harder and faster with every movement; it had to be one of the absolute greatest feelings in the world. There was only one greater thing for getting her heart rate up but, sadly, that was not available to her at the moment. Instead she would have to make do with nice, exhausting work out. That wasn’t to say that she would deny any opportunity that presented itself to her, but at the moment she was only focused on getting a good workout.

Taking a break from the bag, she stepped aside, taking a few careful sips of her water and rolling her neck afterwards. Her wings gave off another flutter before she turned and planted herself down on the bench in preparation for her next set. The bottle set down to her side, she lifted her bag in search of some more tape when she stopped and lifted her gaze.

It was a habit, that was all. Looking up, inspecting the area, seeing what was around her. Her eyes drifted, catching sight of a few passing people but nothing overly gawky. She knew when to draw attention to herself and when not to. Besides, while there were a few attractive ladies around, it was nothing really worth her time. Maybe later in the week, but at the moment she didn’t feel up to chatting with a lot of them --

That is until she turned and spotted someone working over the punching bag.

She cooed under her breath. Agnes new a sweet treat when she saw one and this woman was certainly one. The blonde was a little older than her at a first glance but it was clear that she took care of herself, something that the insect queen had always appreciated of other people.

Silently she watched for a few moments, her sapphire eyes drifting over the movement of the woman’s muscles beneath her skin and the strength that she displayed with each punch. Interesting. But there was only so much that could be learned from watching. No, this was going to require some up close and personal discussion.

Agnes kept her distance for a few more minutes before she finally stood up, her curvaceous body unwinding from her earlier posture, looking quite fluid as she made her way towards the woman who was burying her fists into the punching bag. Another brief moment passed before she cleared her throat, garnering the woman’s attention, and offering her a sweet-as-honey smile.

”You have good form,” she complimented. ”Kickboxing, right?”

Emma continued to wail on the bag as she started to really get into her workout and routine punches and kicks she knew well and ones she needed to practice. She didn't pay much attention to anything else going on in the gym at the time. She ducked and weaved to simulate an actual opponent and to keep herself quick on her feet. She didn't even notice the young sapphire-eyed beauty watching her from the bench or even as she walked up to the bag Emma was using. She focus was solely on the bag.

That is, until she heard the younger lady speak. Emma stepped out from around the bag, taking care to not get hit from it. As she steppes around, she saw a beautiful lady standing there and smiling at her. It was the same lady that Emma had noticed earlier at the bag 3 down from where they were now.

Emma blushed slightly, but it wouldn't be super noticable due to the flush on Emma's face from working out. She didn't realize that someone had been watching her. Let alone the attention coming from such a beautiful young woman. Emma smiled back at the young woman and said, "Thanks. I didn't realize anyone was watching me. Yeah, I was kickboxing. You were working that bag over pretty well yourself earlier. What's your fighting style?"

Emma bent down and grabbed her bag (which was close by), took a towel out, and wiped her face and neck. She grabbed her water bottle out and took a good drink of water. Her breathing heavy from the intense workout. She turned to look at the younger woman as she stood back up saying "I'm Emma by the way." Emma stood there with towel still around her neck and drinking water. She tried to rest and control her breathing. She wouldn't let the other lady know that part of that was nerves. You couldn't stand there talking to someone as hot as the younger lady and not have some flutter of nervousness going on.

Agnes always carried herself with confidence, a side effect of the massive change that she went through when she nearly died a few months back. Before she had always been meek, unwilling to be the first to talk, and now, here she was, the same predatory gaze in her eyes that wolves get when they hunt down a lame hare. Of course, she was a bit better at hiding her intentions, only allowing snippets of it to come through her expression and her smile, still, if anyone were to look closely enough, they would see just enough to make their pulse quicken.

The woman was older, but not by much. She still carried with her the body of a young woman, fit from workout and maintenance. Idly Agnes began to imagine a whole slew of scenarios with which she could gather a clearer picture of what she was imagining but she couldn’t allow herself to think too far ahead. After all, it was far more fun to bat the prey around before consuming.

So complimented the woman on her form (body? fighting style? she’d leave that to the woman’s imagination), and lingered nearby for a moment before she asked if it was kickboxing. Agnes wasn’t the best fighter in the world but she could recognize a style or two when it came across her path. Besides, it wasn’t boxing, and there was kicking involved; simple process of addition.

>>"Thanks. I didn't realize anyone was watching me. Yeah, I was kickboxing. You were working that bag over pretty well yourself earlier. What's your fighting style?"

Agnes beamed. ”Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” she said softly. ”I guess it’s hard to pass up something...interesting...when I come by it.” Oh such sweet and mysterious words. Everyday Agnes was becoming a master at them. She then smiled as she replied. ”Krav Maga,” she said. ”More of a mixed bag. Lot of getting up close and personal.”

Such a tease.

>>"I'm Emma by the way."

”Agnes…” she said, with all the sweetness of honey straight from the comb. She held out one, slender hand for the other to shake. ”It’s lovely to meet you, Emma.”

Emma smiled and shook Agnes's hand. "It's lovely to meet you as well", Emma said blushing from being watched and admired. Agnes had said that her style was Krav Maga. Emma had no idea what that was, but it sounded really interesting and it could be something new to add to her style in case someone got her to the ground or in a position where she couldn't throw a decent punch. Agnes talked about up close and personal. But the way she said it rang too familiar with Emma. She was flirting with her. Emma's smile grew just a bit bigger as she caught on to Agnes's game. Maybe Agnes would be willing to spar with her a bit and show her just how up close and personal she or Krav Maga styled fighting could get.

Emma bit her lip slightly, "I like the idea of getting up close and personal. Can you tell me more about Krav Maga? Where did you learn it? Maybe you'd like to get in the ring, show me a few moves, and we could spar some? I can teach you some kickboxing if you'd like." Emma sipped on her water some more. Her complexion returning to normal, but cheeks still rosy from the blushing that had yet to go away. Agnes was a very pretty lady and she was actually flirting with Emma. That was enough to keep Emma pretty warm in the face. When Emma came in to the gym today, she hadn't anticipated catching anyone's attention, let alone someone far prettier than she was.

Hopefully, Agnes would take well to Emma's flirts as well and be a means to show her than Emma was also taking interest in her. But she'd have to see how Agnes took too it. Maybe she hadn't made a miscommunication error or misunderstood the signals that Agnes had been giving her.

She never used to be this forward. It was just never her style. Whether with Becca, Rhythm, River, or whomever she was dating, Agnes never had just openly thrown herself at anyone or displayed such aggressive interest. That was the funny thing with being who she was now -- why did she even bother to hold back? It wasn’t necessary, especially now. She knew she was attractive, others knew she was attractive and, if she showed interest, then she certainly was going to see what would come from it. There was nothing wrong with feeling good, especially when that involved another.

Such as the tasty looking morsel standing in front of her. Emma was beautiful. Yeah she was a little older but certainly not by much, not that that would have stopped Agnes on any given day. She appreciated beauty, no matter the age that it was wrapped in. Besides, it was only a handful of years, tops. Nothing more. Radiant eyes, gorgeous skin, lovely hair, certainly Emma was more than enough to catch Agnes’ interest.

>>"It's lovely to meet you as well"

She grinned. This certainly was beginning to seem to go exactly where she wanted it to. She reached out, taking the woman’s hand and shaking it tenderly. Once she loosened her grip, she let her fingers trail from the inside of Emma’s wrist and across the palm of her hand before falling back to her own hip. The smile and the bite of her lip was all Agnes needed to continue pursuit.

Of course, they were in a gym, however, and certain things still needed to be discussed -- such as what each of them were working on. Agnes had admitted that she was practicing her Krav Maga, a style that seemed to interest Emma greatly.

>>"I like the idea of getting up close and personal. Can you tell me more about Krav Maga? Where did you learn it? Maybe you'd like to get in the ring, show me a few moves, and we could spar some? I can teach you some kickboxing if you'd like.”

Liked the idea of getting up close and personal? Oh yes, it was safe to stay that Agnes was falling head over heels for this woman, at least for the time being. She wanted to know more about Krav Maga, maybe put in some light sparring. Knowing of the woman’s leaning towards a more personal meeting, she cooed as she took a step forward, smiling from ear-to-ear, her sapphire eyes never faltering from the kickboxer.

”Ooo...I think that can be arranged,” she grinned. Her smile had all the earmarks of a predator cornering prey but her eyes were startling enough to disarm anyone. A small bite of her lip and she went on to discuss her style. ”Krav Maga originated in the Middle East. It’s a combination of a lot of the most basic techniques, ranging from boxing, to karate, to aikido. It’s all about...getting close, being able to defend yourself, hitting hard and hitting fast, and making sure that the only hit you hear is of your opponent hitting the ground.” She had taken another teasing step closer, her eyes locking on Emma’s. ”And I learned it when I was in college. Girl’s gotta keep herself safe, right?” A slow, appraising glance of Emma followed. ”Never know who might try and...take advantage of you.” God she loved being a tease. Her head tilted as she eyed Emma sweetly. ”You sure you want to take your chances with me?”

Emma watched as Agnes eyed her. She could tell that Agnes was very interested, very predator like. Emma wasn't used to being preyed on by other women. Usually, it was her who did all the flirting and first moves, but if Emma were to be honest, she really enjoyed being stalked like this. If Agnes was like this in other ways, well let's just say that Emma hoped for the up close and personal to travel much further than just the ring.

Emma returned the flirty eyes back at Agnes, watching as she took a step toward Emma. Emma's hand tingled, but was relieved by their handshake. The handshake was firm yet tender and Agnes's hand was so soft. The trail of her fingers in Emma's hand and biting her lip started to make Emma tingle and warm as her thoughts of Agnes wandered to more private affairs.

The way Agnes described Krav Maga was tantilizing and sexy. It made Emma want to be in the ring with her even more. Bodies close as Agnes showed her moves. Agnes would probably be able to hear how hard Emma's heart was beating while being in such close contact. On the one hand, it was scary; the thought of being in the ring with someone so skilled and versatile. But it was also exciting. Emma could learn more and do more.

Agnes's eyes and smile were absolutely beautiful. Emma couldn't take her eyes off of Agnes. And then as Agnes started talking and describing Krav Maga, it only made Emma wanna learn more. "Of course you have to keep yourself safe. Krav Maga definitely sounds like something I would love for you to show me. I need to learn more than just kickboxing. So please teach me all that you know."

Emma took a few steps toward Agnes, getting really close to her. Emma leaned slightly to speak into Agnes's ear. Emma teased, softly and sexily, "I would love to take my chances with you. And I wouldn't take advantage of you, unless you asked me to. Though if you do knock me out, please let yours be the face I see when I wake up."

Agnes had a busy life, despite her not really doing much, but much of that was spent forever on the prowl for other bedmates. Not that she intentionally sought out partners every day she opened her eyes and greeted the world. Rather she merely lived her life by a set of standards she never thought she would be able to achieve -- seeking out what she wanted. Agnes had spent the majority of her life making others happy, sacrificing herself and her happiness to ensure that others achieved what they wanted. But now it was her time. And when she saw something she wanted, she took it.

Emma. That was something that she wanted -- and she would take her.

It seemed like Emma was really responding to Agnes’ forward nature. She wasn’t shying away like most would, and rather was giving off all the signals that she was actually into the notion. The woman’s gaze was not lost upon Agnes. Her old self would have been uncomfortable with such looks. But now they made her body tingle in all the right places. She did love the attention.

>> "Of course you have to keep yourself safe. Krav Maga definitely sounds like something I would love for you to show me. I need to learn more than just kickboxing. So please teach me all that you know."

Agnes smiled wide and sultry as she looked Emma briefly up and down. Her sapphires eyes followed the woman’s curves very closely, taking in everything that she could glean from the woman’s appearance alone. Partially she was sizing her up to see what kind of sparring partner should make, but the other half of her began to muse about other, more lustful ideas. But there was time for that.

Agnes didn’t back down. Rather she closed to gap, wrinkling her nose cutely as she nodded. ”Mmm, I can show you a position or two…” she cooed. Still, she had to warn her. Krav Maga could be pretty dangerous. Was it something she really wanted to risk?

>>"I would love to take my chances with you. And I wouldn't take advantage of you, unless you asked me to. Though if you do knock me out, please let yours be the face I see when I wake up."

Ooooh, how she enjoyed this woman. It seemed she was almost matching her, move for move. She edged closer, cast a playful gaze towards her, even biting her lip; Agnes almost wanted to sue her for copyright infringement, but she was too piqued with interest. The insect queen was practically purring as she stood her ground, tilting her head and causing her ebony hair to drift away from her neck, exposing the porcelain skin. Her lips stretched into her predatory smile, her perfect teeth glistening with pure whiteness.

”Mmm, keep talking and we’ll never make it to the sparring mat.” She winked and turned around. She added an extra sway to her shapely hips as she moved back to where her bag was waiting. Bending over, she tossed a few of her lain out items back into it, zipped it up, and picked up the bag.

She returned to Emma before she made her way towards a nearby sparring mat that was unclaimed. Someone else was heading towards it, a smaller man with a tight musculature. He turned, giving Agnes a flirty smile but the insect queen soundlessly hissed back in annoyance at him. The man immediately straightened up and backed away, deciding it was best to work out on some exercise equipment as opposed to the mat. Once again free, Agnes sighed sweetly as she dropped her bag in the corner and finally turned back to face her new “friend”. Hand on her hip, she smiled as she watched Emma approach.

”You ready? I promise I won’t work you over too hard.”

Emma watched as Agnes came even closer and wrinkled her nose, which made her look even cuter. Emma couldn't wait to for what would happen with Agnes next. Her body was tingling all over in heightened attraction as saw that Agnes was looking her over with that predatory smile and those hungry eyes. Emma knew that either way she was going to get some sort of work out today. If she was lucky and she hoped that she was, she would get two work outs in today, but the one she had in mind was definitely more pleasurable. Every time she could hear Agnes coo at her, Emma could feel a good shudder run down her back. Agnes was sexy and she knew it. She knew just how to work her curves and her voice to really get a girl going.

As Agnes started to bite her lip a bit more, Emma watched and bit her lip back at Agnes. She wanted so desperately to go over and just kiss her already. And then Agnes said something about not even making it to the mat. Emma winked at her and said, "So does that mean I can go ahead and kiss you now or should I hold that back teasingly until after we spar some? Because I like how either of those ideas could turn out." Emma watched as Agnes swayed her hips and then teasingly bent over, collected her things and placed them in her bag. The whole time she was admiring the view that Agnes was so nice to give her. Emma loved how she flirted. She was so forward and well matched with Emma's flirts. It only took a couple of those flirty notions for Emma to realize just what her motives were. Emma didn't spend her day looking for people to sleep with either, but she sure as hell wasn't about to just let such a beautiful and well-matched opportunity pass her by. She wasn't tied down to a relationship at the moment and that meant that she could very well take home whom she pleased. And today, that was definitely going to be Agnes. They could lock themselves in the gym's locker/shower room or leave to either of their respective housing locations. If that wasn't an option, well there were plenty of hotels in the city that probably had a vacant room for them to use. Agnes didn't seem like the kind of woman to lead someone on and then drop them so Emma would take the matter just as far as Agnes would.

Emma grabbed her bag as well and followed Agnes to a nearby mat and watched as she easily deterred a nearby man from claiming the mat that they were walking up to. And to be honest, Emma laughed as she saw the man's face go from a flirty 'How you doin?' kind of face to suddenly a terrified 'She's about to kick my ass' kind of look as he quickly turned to find some other equipment to work at. Emma smiled, still chuckling slightly, as she climbed into the ring and dropped her bag into the opposing corner. Emma answered Agnes with, "Sure I'm ready. So how do you wanna start? Show me some moves first or see how my kickboxing skills match up to yours?" Emma tried to get her head straight for a good spar. Those lustful thoughts kept her mind clouded and if kept her mind in the clouds, then she was definitely not going to last long enough to play out what she had been thinking about. Emma could still flirt, but she had to keep her mind in the game and learn what Agnes was going to teach her. It wouldn't be helpful later if Emma were to be involved in an altercation and suddenly couldn't think of anything from Krav Maga, but could only picture Agnes's shapely body in the gym. Work and play go hand in hand, but it was time to work and Emma took a natural 'ready to fight' stance, waiting on Agnes's lesson.

Agnes was having a grand time. She loved to tease, she loved to hunt, but most of all she loved it when she zeroed in on a willing target. Usually she didn’t have to work too hard to find herself a plaything for the day, but Emma here had proved to be remarkably willing. She did her best to match Agnes’ forwardness but seeing as she had initiated, the insect queen was certain that she had the advantage. Emma was gorgeous but didn’t seem as forward with such things as Agnes was. That wasn’t to say that the blonde didn’t know how to play the game; she was not matching her blue-eyed vixen move for move.

In the end, however, there would only be one who could come out on top (...).

After Agnes’ teasing words seemingly tickled the exact right spots, Emma closed the gap. Standing her ground, the younger woman tilted her head, smiling innocently, though behind so sapphire-eyes it wasn’t hard to miss the succubus that lurked behind.

>>"So does that mean I can go ahead and kiss you now or should I hold that back teasingly until after we spar some? Because I like how either of those ideas could turn out."

A teasing moan and Agnes reached over, gently running her soft finger down the woman’s chin. ”Ooo...as tempting as a kiss is…” her voice dropped a bit seductively. ”...you’re going to have to earn it first.”

With that she turned around and made her way to collect her things. Already she could feel that familiar tingle of anticipation as it quivered across her skin. Part of her couldn’t wait to get out of here but she did promise to show the woman what she could do in other arenas. Agnes always kept her word if it was within her power. Besides, the workout would only continue to add to desperate need to remove themselves from this place and find something far more private.

Bag in hand, Agnes made her way to an exercise mat, fending off the advances of anyone who dared to get in her way. After sending one person already scampering away, Agnes dropped her bag on the side, making her way towards the center of the mat, as she raised her arms and arched her back in an attempt to loosen up her cooling muscles. The action certainly offer a perfect display of her curvaceous flexibility, at the end of which she shook out her arms, hopping on each off and eyeing Emma with a dangerous smile.

>>"Sure I'm ready. So how do you wanna start? Show me some moves first or see how my kickboxing skills match up to yours?"

”Hrm, as much as I would love to show you mine…” Totally wasn’t a double entredre. ”...I wouldn’t mind a show.” She smiled, rolling her shoulders to continue loosening her muscles. She started to practice, a few swipes of elbows, a slow and careful raise of her knee, mimicking a strike. ”Why don’t you show me some of your moves first. Krav Maga is more...reactive than anything else.”

Emma grinned as she heard Agnes ask for her moves first. She then started a warm up of a few fast quick punches and then a head kick that really showcased Emma's flexibility as Emma's legs made a straight line from foot to foot. And as she finished this first head kick, she returned with another head kick with the other leg. She threw some more punches as she worked her way over to Agnes. Her final punch stopping just short of Agnes's chin.

Emma smirked and then took Agnes's jaw in between Emma's thumb and forefinger. She leaned in slightly and barely brushed her lips against Agnes's. A slight tease to keep her on her toes and knock her off guard, if only for a moment. Emma then backed up the middle of the ring, smiled and bit her lip as she motioned a "Come on" taunt with her hands.

Emma was enjoying this flirtatious workout. It built up loads of suspense for what would be a long, hot, and intense release of pent up tension. Though both women were very forward, they had both had very well held back on what they truly wanted to do. The chase between the hunter and her prey was a very strategic game and Emma was trying to make it very much worth Agnes's time and patience to catch her. She may be the prey at the moment, but Emma would surely show Agnes how much of an animal she is later in a more private setting. Then she could show Agnes that she was just a wolf in sheep's clothing. A wolf that certainly wouldn't let Agnes walk away dissappointed or unsatisfied, no matter how hungry she was.

"Do you have something more to show for me now? Or should I tempt you some more?", Emma asked seductively with hungry eyes consuming Agnes's figure. "I'm very much ready for those close contact moves with you.", Emma said, almost staring at Agnes's lips. Emma was tingling all over. She thought about how much she would love to just run over and kiss Agnes passionately, hands running through and pulling her hair slightly before wandering over her tantalizing body.

She struggled to focus, to keep her mind set on sparring, but how could Emma clear her head when Agnes has been flirting, teasing, and flaunting herself the way she did. Emma had to give it to her. Agnes knew how to seduce a lady and she could definitely use it to her advantage to win a fight. Agnes was beautiful, strong, smart, and charming all of which made her irresistable. If she was the queen bee in a hive, Emma, at least for the time being, had no problems being one of her drones.

Agnes quite enjoyed this game. Though she often preferred to be the hunter stalking her quivering, unsure prey, there was something to be said for playing with another huntress. It was usually a sexually charged instance, one that caused the young woman to swoon with trying to keep up with the power struggle that went on between her and whoever her intended was. This was proving to be one of those times. Emma had proved to be a worthy one, almost matching Agnes move for move -- but the insect queen would knock her off balance. She’d find a way.

Standing back, she gestured as a coy smile painted her lips. She didn’t want to go first. She wanted to watch. To observe. To see what the other woman could do and exactly how she (heh) moved. There was nothing wrong with watching your prey writhe around before pouncing, after all.

Her arms crossed over her chest, hip jutted out as she watched the other woman spar with the air. A few strong kicks, knees, and then a rather flirtatious punch that flew at Agnes’ chin. However, rather than hit, it stop with only a hair breadth between them. Agnes didn’t flinch but she could still feel her heart racing. The danger, the show of power, it all made her quiver down to her deepest core. She liked it.

Watching as the other stepped back, Agnes continued to grin. The small wave of the woman’s hand only made the brunette all the more eager to close the gap between them. However, she restrained herself. There would be time for that later. For now, there was still a sparring session to go on.

>>"Do you have something more to show for me now? Or should I tempt you some more? I'm very much ready for those close contact moves with you."

Agnes purred as she took a step towards her. Carefully she rolled her shoulders, stretching her body in sensual and provocative ways; she needed to keep limber, after all. Coming closer, she grinned at Emma and winked. ”Oh, I have something to show you,” she teased. ”You wanna come get it?”

A soft roll of her neck and Agnes’ sapphire eyes flashed as she slipped into a ready position. Krav Maga required reaction, not action. So if Emma wanted to see what she could do, then she really needed to make the first move. Teasingly she pursed her lips and blew Emma a soft kiss, her curvaceous body loose but ready.

”Then come on, sweetie.”

Emma smiled, sexily and devious. She knew that she would need to make the first move, but she struggled with herself a bit. She wanted to spar, but she didn't wanna hit such a pretty face. Emma tried to shake the feeling from her head. And Agnes did have training of her own so that helped Emma some. Emma took a few deep breaths and then came in moving light on her feet.

Emma brought one hand up to help block shots and the other slightly forward, ready to strike. She jostled from side to side slghtly and then she did it. She made the first punch. And though she didn't wanna hit Agnes's face, that's where her punch was directed. She didn't give Agnes a full strength shot, but I guess the first shot or two are always to kind of test the waters. By no means did this mean that Emma would go easy on her. She just needed to see what kinda moves she was working with to gauge how to react next.

Emma then grabbed Agnes and attempted to land a couple knees to the torso. Emma then playfully kissed her cheek while she had her close before quickly jumping back and darting about to gauge getting another punch in.

Agnes was all about physical contact, however she was adept in more ways than just one. As much as she wanted to just take the pretty blonde by the hand and drag her back to her place, she was asked to help with a little sparring session. Agnes wasn’t the best fighter in the world, but she wasn’t the shrinking violet that she used to be anymore either. Even before she became the entity she was now, she had been rather fierce already, flashes of hurting guards and other people playing in her head. The exact memories she wasn’t sure of, but training, fighting, she was certain she was familiar with all of that.

Hrm. Those were thoughts for another time, however. Getting her head back in the game, she zeroed in at Emma as she made the first move. Krav Maga was very reactive, used more for self-defense than offense. So when the blonde stepped up and threw the first punch, Agnes was quick to deflect and slip away. A couple of knees followed, including a grab, but Agnes only grinned, feeling the woman’s hands clasp her body. It seemed like a good time would be had by all, but the insect queen reacted by bringing her arm down on Emma’s, breaking the hold and shoving her backwards with her forearm.

She circled the other way, smirking as she continued to eye her opponent. She advanced again, this time getting a teasing kiss in on Agnes cheek before bouncing back. Agnes rolled her neck, smirking. She used the opening when she saw it, lashing out with kick followed by a pair of swipes with her elbows. It drew her in closer to the blonde before Agnes made another swipe at Emma that allowed her to move past, swing her arm down, and lay a firm (and loud and meaty) SLAP on one of her opponent’s shapely lower cheeks.

Not looking back as she moved away, she grinned, turning to glance over her shoulder at Emma. If she wanted to get touchy-feely, then she’d more than oblige.