Igniting The Cerulean Flame

[Violet]

Astrid’s words were like magic, evidence on how the bluenette looked up to her. Just moments ago, Ichika was in pain, her limbs sagging and her chest heaving in panic as she took on more weights than she could handle trying to impress her new mentor. Not to mention the pressure finally catching up to her causing her to doubt her skill. But a few words and a tight hug and she’s up to her feet and ready to take a shot at the champ, even though it’s just a spar. Her eyes shone bright and her lips curled to an almost giggle with the fact that the champ wants to find out more about what she got! “I’m fighting the chaaamp!” the thought bubbled over and over in her mind as she said “You’re right!”

Ichika skipped towards the ring in the center of the gym, and slipped her way inside through the ropes. She hopped around in her corner, her legs warmed up nicely by the track that her sneakers just felt barely touching the canvas. Her arms though light and loose, shoulder locked and pecs sore could only use some old stretch and shake. She’d truly be the dumbest wrestler if she’d let those make her miss a spar with the one Astrid Ostberg. “This is perfect! If I can take you, that means I can take everyone else right?” Ichika could barely hold herself down. “How do you wanna start?”

[CaptainL]

A moment ago, Astrid had seen Ichika practically shatter her own body into a million pieces trying to outdo her at bench pressing. It had left her shuddering at the thought that she might have just pushed her too far. But barely a second later, with some encouragement from Astrid, Ichika seemed to find another font of energy deep inside of her - as though nothing had happened, she bounced back as eager as ever at the thought of facing a champion. As she watched her skip off toward the ring, Astrid could only grin wider, nodding her head with pride. Ichika's dauntless spirit was certainly something to be proud of. But Astrid was even more proud of her endurance - how, even when she dwarfed Ichika in size, the blue-haired girl seemed just as tough as she was. That was something that could only serve her well in her matches, and Astrid was happy to help bring it out of her.

After taking a moment to stretch, the Norsewoman stepped into the ring, getting into a stance with her eyes locked on her partner. "That's the spirit!~" she cheered, before she made a fist with one hand and pounded it against the palm of her other. "I think we should start out by going through some moves," Astrid said. "That will give you experience that'll be more directly applicable in the ring. Training your strength is good, but this way you can get a feel for what facing someone for real will be like. I guess the first thing I should ask is...what sorts of moves are you interested in getting better at? You have anywhere you want to focus on? Anywhere you want to take your career?"