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Who: Manji and Cortana
When: Backdated to early November
Where: In a field
Summary: Cortana and Manji are going to spare
Warnings: Fighting, blood, injuries, possible mention of worms

There was a spot, a fair walk to get to, that Manji was starting to enjoy bringing people out to in order to spar. A place where they could fight without too many people coming to check odd sounds. He invited Cortana out here as he was interested in sparring with someone from the distant future. They've had a couple spars already and, truthfully, Manji had to hold back a lot. A seasoned and highly skilled fighter Cortana was not. Still, everyone started somewhere so he was more than willing to keep this up if she was willing to learn and keep trying. He appreciated her attempts to change her clothing such as wearing thicker boots to do more damage when she kicked at him, but she still felt like nothing when he knocked her down.

He grins as he sees her approaching. Even if it wasn't usually a challenging fight, running around getting dirty and play fighting? It could still be highly entertaining. “Alright. Ready for your next lesson? I Hope you haven't been skipping out on building that muscle I told you to work on!”
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Honestly, if he wanted to spar with someone from the distant future, there were probably better options than Cortana. Of course, none of said options were here, but still.

She takes in the field and it's various features then smirks in the way that Manji should be familiar with by now: she's got something up her sleeve, some new trick with which she plans try and even the playing field.

Changing the entire composition of her being without telling him? Well, it's not like he'd understand anyway. Not without a demonstration, at least.

"I may have taken your advice into consideration."

And what better demonstration than this?

"Oh? Finally stopped skipping those push ups I've been telling you to do?" He grins upon seeing that smirk on her face. Not expecting her to be able to beat him, but excited to see her try.

"Well then, come on." He waggles a finger in a 'come on' gesture. "Show me what you got. I'll let you get the first hit in."

"Something like that." She rolls her eyes: she's told Manji plenty of times now that she can't actually build muscle but sure, whatever he wants to think.

Oh but how she smiles at that suggestion. "You sure you want that, buddy?" Last chance to back out, Manji. She's definitely up to something.

"Sure I'm sure! Come on! Show me what you got!"

The glint in her eyes at your confirmation should really worry you, Manji.

"Don't say I didn't warn you..." The tone in her voice is light and teasing, but then she charges him, and the blow she'll deliver to his stomach is not. Muscles that have to be carefully calibrated to remain within the limits of human strength power a fist made of high grade steel cushioned only by enough silicone to give the appearance and feel of having flesh beneath her synthetic skin.

She knows Manji is capable of taking a harder hit than most, so she doesn't hold back.

He's been use to her not hitting all that hard. So Manji does nothing to stop her, he even raises his arms to give her a better chance to hit him. A hit he instantly regrets as he doubles over coughing. The air leaving his lungs as he stares back at her in shock.

"Whoa! You really have been listening to my suggestions!" He sounds so proud as he struggles to breath.

Leave it to Manji of all people to ruin her satisfaction over being able to punch him.

"Something like that." She rolls her eyes. Will he ever actually listen to her explanations?

...Probably not.

"I didn't break anything, did I?" She hopes not... even if he would apparently just shrug it off.

"May have cracked a few ribs, but nothing that will scar." He rolls his arm and grins wickedly at her.

"So, stronger, but what about faster?“ That's all the warning she gets before he comes rushing at her.

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