𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 ✧ 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜

[realists]

who: jyn erso & open!
what: flooding, monsters, flowers, miniatures
when: late march through april
where: around the quarantine
warnings: violence for monster/sparring threads & frighteningly adorable tiny children

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( and ideas, they flood, they stretch the universe. )

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[winscenario]

[ Jim's been in his fair share of fights. Actual, very real fights, or serious bar brawls that ended up with him getting kicked out and/or passed out somewhere. He's no stranger to being on the receiving end of a well-aimed blow, and it's never really put him off from fighting or sparring.

Actually, if anything, there's a part of him that really enjoys the feeling, that rush of adrenaline. He doesn't really start fights anymore at least, but if the chance for a friendly spar presents itself to him, he sure as hell isn't about to turn it down.

He does get the feeling it might be more than just a simple friendly spar with Jyn, but again, that hardly puts him off. Far from it, really. He chuckles, sidestepping a little and shrugging, looking casual and distracted even as he studies her stance. ]

Alright— if you insist.

[ His blow isn't really meant to hit her just yet. Not because he's holding back, mind, but because he wants to gauge her reactions first, see what she does in response to a certain move, angle or speed. ]

[realists]

[ it's friendly! it just happens that jyn's version of a friendly spar does double as an actual fight so who knows what will become of this. there is a distinctly agreeable way about her at the moment, calm and enjoying herself.

jim swings but it's soft and she simply dances out the way, surprisingly light on her feet when she is usually something of an immovable object. she's definitely waiting for jim to come to her though, she knows she has to use her small stature and lightweight to her advantage and that means not pressing in when she could force her partner to come after her. ]

Come on, Jim. Don't baby me.

[winscenario]

[ You know what's a good thing, is that Jim won't mind that in the least himself. Nothing gets his blood pumping like an actual fight (and getting beat up lbr), and he'd hate being treated with baby gloves too. He'll enjoy this a lot more if she doesn't hold back.

Which is why he really shouldn't hold back, either. Well, not that he was planning on doing that. He's seen her fight; he knows he doesn't have to.

He grins and chuckles at her words, tilting his head a little. ] Wouldn't dream of it.

[ With that he lunges forward again, still keeping some of his guard up in case she comes at him, but mostly putting his strength to his next hit, aiming a closed fist at the inside of her shoulder. ]