Sasha frowned as Lucifer had left before she could tease him so more. And she was even went as far as to wear a negligee for it the night before. "Ah~ what a pity...although if he loses his reasoning as a man, then even I may not be able to stop him~" Casually speaking aloud such dangerous thoughts, she was about to change into a more conservative, dress like clothing, the dark purple akin to a darkening sunset, after the sun has slipped beyond the horizon. Of course, in remembrance that this was a physical education class today, that probably wouldn't be a good idea.
Tossing aside the dress, she put on a casual black tank top and white shorts, before running out the door. Quickly donning the usual ribbon at the side of her head, the Russian managed to make it to Itsuko's Boot Camp from Hell instructions. Either fight her, or shoulder what appeared to be enough weight to simulated a filled body bag or two while running until imminent collapse.
"While it might've been my fault that the train detonated, do we really need another Istanbul incident?" Laughing gently, Sasha walked up towards her 'teacher' with a smile. Her delicate and soft appearance contrasted Itsuko's hard and well-built body. "Well? Shall we start?" Putting her hands onto her waist, Sasha cutely winked.
However, she wasn't just taunting her rival. All the while speaking and moving, she was carefully gauging and planning the fight out. The greatest problem that she would encounter, would be the difference in skill. While the Russian specialized in stealth, seduction, and being underestimated due to her appearance, her rival specialized in brute force. It could be said that close quarter battles were the Japanese's girl's specialty. If she took her head on, it would definitely end with her loss. But a face to face fight, and unarmed at that, there want much she could do.
All Sasha could hope for, is to hope that Itsuko would fall for feints buried under feints.
Tossing aside the dress, she put on a casual black tank top and white shorts, before running out the door. Quickly donning the usual ribbon at the side of her head, the Russian managed to make it to Itsuko's Boot Camp from Hell instructions. Either fight her, or shoulder what appeared to be enough weight to simulated a filled body bag or two while running until imminent collapse.
"While it might've been my fault that the train detonated, do we really need another Istanbul incident?" Laughing gently, Sasha walked up towards her 'teacher' with a smile. Her delicate and soft appearance contrasted Itsuko's hard and well-built body. "Well? Shall we start?" Putting her hands onto her waist, Sasha cutely winked.
However, she wasn't just taunting her rival. All the while speaking and moving, she was carefully gauging and planning the fight out. The greatest problem that she would encounter, would be the difference in skill. While the Russian specialized in stealth, seduction, and being underestimated due to her appearance, her rival specialized in brute force. It could be said that close quarter battles were the Japanese's girl's specialty. If she took her head on, it would definitely end with her loss. But a face to face fight, and unarmed at that, there want much she could do.
All Sasha could hope for, is to hope that Itsuko would fall for feints buried under feints.