Emily -vs- Zack

[Zack]

He hurled his below-optimal-nourishment lunch out onto the gym floor. Fuck, the custodians won't be happy.

Well, being flung around after a direct hit in the belly could do that. It's like being a punching bag and then being thrown onto a Japanese roller coaster.

"Stand up!"

Wow, she really didn't care if he would make it through this one alive eh? Well he stood up as ordered, staggering and moving a little drunk. That was because as he puked his gastric juices out, he also flipped the switch again. Turisas. Just awesome!

<ONE MORE!>

He looked her square in the eye, regaining his bearings, still staggering around as if ejecting stomach fluid somehow intoxicated him.

"Exercise isn't finished yet."

She was definitely giving him ideas of "Cold Heart Bitch" and "Iron Maiden" now. He felt like he was getting bullied. He felt like she didn't give a damn. He felt as if he knew who she was now. He grumbled and declaimed with a slur, "We doin' dat again?"

[seishounohana]

Emily rolled away away right after the hit, so she practically missed him hurling by a thread. Stopping a few meters away, she turned around to find him vomiting again. Ack, there goes his lunch. Emily felt somewhat bad, but there was something to be learned here.

"We doin' dat again?" Emily nodded. Yes. He was going through all that again, and more.

"You're in 259. If you couldn't take that hit then you're a goner." She told him as she returned to her fighting stance. This was training time, and of course, she was not going to let him go without him getting stronger by at least a bit.

Dashing forward, Emily would try to punch him straight onto the shoulder. A very straightforward move, but she wanted to see how he'd try to maneuver about it.