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Flan stopped a couple of steps away from Lavvy observing the other. She waited a moment, watching the tomboy girl look around, noticing how she seemed to look for the more muscly and tougher-looking trainees.
Flan let a boring look take over her face, one hand resting on her hip before she spoke up. "Are you looking for someone in particular?" She stopped for a few seconds to see the other's reaction. "If not, why not partner with me? I'm not particularly... picky." There was an intentional paused before her last word, trying to let her words sink in, her look of someone not really interested in her opponent but enough to want to see where things would lead. Arrogance was not what she was trying to portrait, she was simply trying to provoke.

Lavvy twitched slightly at the voice, getting her attention fully with that last word, before turning to face the other girl... not exactly looking at what she expected."....you havea lot of guts, don't ya, small fry?" She comented, but surprisingly smirked back. "I like that..."

Flan smirked slightly before opting for another neutral expression. Catching the other girl's attention and interest was successful but Flan herself wasn't sure about her own rate of success in the combat department.
The other was clearly above in terms of physical skills, it was plain obvious. Not mention, Flan wasn't that fond of the way she spoke to her, calling her a "small fry", but she wasn't going to point that out. Flan decided she would take that as a praise... for now.
Looking at Lavvy in the eyes she moved to stand in front of the other but leaving enough space between them.
"You don't look like someone who relies on weapons. Which is fine, since I don't plan on using the wooden knife anyways." Flan took a couple of steps back and waited. Her stance wasn't one you'd expect in a fight. Instead of her arms raised to her head, they were resting at her sides and one leg behind the other. It looked like she was just standing there, but her eyes on focused on her opponent as saying 'Come at me'.

Lavvy huffed, taking up the knife. "What ticked you off, the scars?" Although she hated it, Flan was right. She didn't like using knives especially, so she didn't know how to use them right. But this was a training after all, and it was a woden knife.. so she could be a bit harsh without killing.
She got into position, only mimmicking the street punks she's seen carying knives and such. But still kept smirking...before rushing up to her in an upper down stab, most commonly used.

Flan was about to reply but stopped herself when she saw Lavvy rushing up to her.
Using her agility, she side-stepped to the side and used her momentum to grab the other's wrist, pressing it so that the girl would lessen the grip on the knife. Flan wasn't an experts in fights, not even close, she could only rely on what she was taught by the books, the techniques and tips. It wasn't enough to tell if the other was used to knifes or not but Flan was not about to lose her upper hand. "Actually, it was your lack of brain." She kept provoking, smirking.
Flan bent her knees and took a swipe of one of her legs at Lavvy's shins. From what she knew, those were one of the vulnerable spots of the human body and the only way she could win the other with, her intelligence. She would have gone for the knee caps but if she managed to hit, even without that much strength, it could become very painful and cause serious injuries to the legs and she did not wish for such. It was training after all.

Lavvy grunted, suprised, as her grab was pretty, quick, but then smirked, as she pulled her leg away to lessen the hit on the shins. While Flan was smart, Lavvy had more muscle mass and sheer habit of being a brawler since she was a kid, so her instincts were honed. "Your talk is cheap, small fry..." She proceeded to place her other leg fast in the ground, before aiming a punch with her other hand.

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FINALLY I'M DONE. *dies*
I struggle so much with this, you guys have no idea. +_+
I'm not good with action poses so I had to do research and find references.
Then, a friend of mine came to visit me in Portugal and I want to thank for her suggestions and critiques on my drawing.
After that, I came to Japan since I'm going to be studying here for a year and I forgot one of my most precious possessions, my tablet. OTL So I had to finish the drawing with only my mouse pad and that was HELL. Thankfully I had the lineart done by then, but as I hadn't used the mouse pad for coloring in a WHILE I spent a whole lot of time doing this. I'm not that satisfied with the shading and background, I could have done better. But for now I'm going to have to bear these next few weeks without my tablet... ;v;
I hope this is good enough!

　

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Flan and artwork (c) *Arriscas
Lavvy (c) *HronawmonsTamer
All other characters belong to their respective owners mentioned above

Description
Flan stopped a couple of steps away from Lavvy observing the other. She waited a moment, watching the tomboy girl look around, noticing how she seemed to look for the more muscly and tougher-looking trainees.
Flan let a boring look take over her face, one hand resting on her hip before she spoke up. "Are you looking for someone in particular?" She stopped for a few seconds to see the other's reaction. "If not, why not partner with me? I'm not particularly... picky." There was an intentional paused before her last word, trying to let her words sink in, her look of someone not really interested in her opponent but enough to want to see where things would lead. Arrogance was not what she was trying to portrait, she was simply trying to provoke.

Lavvy twitched slightly at the voice, getting her attention fully with that last word, before turning to face the other girl... not exactly looking at what she expected."....you havea lot of guts, don't ya, small fry?" She comented, but surprisingly smirked back. "I like that..."

Flan smirked slightly before opting for another neutral expression. Catching the other girl's attention and interest was successful but Flan herself wasn't sure about her own rate of success in the combat department.
The other was clearly above in terms of physical skills, it was plain obvious. Not mention, Flan wasn't that fond of the way she spoke to her, calling her a "small fry", but she wasn't going to point that out. Flan decided she would take that as a praise... for now.
Looking at Lavvy in the eyes she moved to stand in front of the other but leaving enough space between them.
"You don't look like someone who relies on weapons. Which is fine, since I don't plan on using the wooden knife anyways." Flan took a couple of steps back and waited. Her stance wasn't one you'd expect in a fight. Instead of her arms raised to her head, they were resting at her sides and one leg behind the other. It looked like she was just standing there, but her eyes on focused on her opponent as saying 'Come at me'.

Lavvy huffed, taking up the knife. "What ticked you off, the scars?" Although she hated it, Flan was right. She didn't like using knives especially, so she didn't know how to use them right. But this was a training after all, and it was a woden knife.. so she could be a bit harsh without killing.
She got into position, only mimmicking the street punks she's seen carying knives and such. But still kept smirking...before rushing up to her in an upper down stab, most commonly used.

Flan was about to reply but stopped herself when she saw Lavvy rushing up to her.
Using her agility, she side-stepped to the side and used her momentum to grab the other's wrist, pressing it so that the girl would lessen the grip on the knife. Flan wasn't an experts in fights, not even close, she could only rely on what she was taught by the books, the techniques and tips. It wasn't enough to tell if the other was used to knifes or not but Flan was not about to lose her upper hand. "Actually, it was your lack of brain." She kept provoking, smirking.
Flan bent her knees and took a swipe of one of her legs at Lavvy's shins. From what she knew, those were one of the vulnerable spots of the human body and the only way she could win the other with, her intelligence. She would have gone for the knee caps but if she managed to hit, even without that much strength, it could become very painful and cause serious injuries to the legs and she did not wish for such. It was training after all.

Lavvy grunted, suprised, as her grab was pretty, quick, but then smirked, as she pulled her leg away to lessen the hit on the shins. While Flan was smart, Lavvy had more muscle mass and sheer habit of being a brawler since she was a kid, so her instincts were honed. "Your talk is cheap, small fry..." She proceeded to place her other leg fast in the ground, before aiming a punch with her other hand.

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FINALLY I'M DONE. *dies*
I struggle so much with this, you guys have no idea. +_+
I'm not good with action poses so I had to do research and find references.
Then, a friend of mine came to visit me in Portugal and I want to thank for her suggestions and critiques on my drawing.
After that, I came to Japan since I'm going to be studying here for a year and I forgot one of my most precious possessions, my tablet. OTL So I had to finish the drawing with only my mouse pad and that was HELL. Thankfully I had the lineart done by then, but as I hadn't used the mouse pad for coloring in a WHILE I spent a whole lot of time doing this. I'm not that satisfied with the shading and background, I could have done better. But for now I'm going to have to bear these next few weeks without my tablet... ;v;
I hope this is good enough!

　

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Flan and artwork (c) *Arriscas
Lavvy (c) *HronawmonsTamer
All other characters belong to their respective owners mentioned above