[ Fighting Peter now is incredibly different to what she was used to before. It's easier, for one thing, but his tactics have changed enormously. He doesn't move the way Peter used to, doesn't take the same risks or fall into the rhythm in all those unpredictable Peter Quill kinds of improvisation. Peter kept her on her toes, even if she was naturally stronger and faster than him, and she'd appreciated that about sparring with him.
This Peter thinks too long, too hard on moves that should be second nature, and inevitably, she's beating him back, forcing him to defend when he needs to attack. When she takes him down, however, in an effort to soften impact, she finds herself hitting the mat with him, landing right above him, her forearm coming down across his throat.
... Her balance should have been better, really, because she has to catch herself on her other hand, her face landing inches from Peter's as her hair falls messily over her shoulder around them.
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This Peter thinks too long, too hard on moves that should be second nature, and inevitably, she's beating him back, forcing him to defend when he needs to attack. When she takes him down, however, in an effort to soften impact, she finds herself hitting the mat with him, landing right above him, her forearm coming down across his throat.
... Her balance should have been better, really, because she has to catch herself on her other hand, her face landing inches from Peter's as her hair falls messily over her shoulder around them.
She blinks down at him, pausing. ]
... You're defending again.