Umbridge High School Building, Saturday Evening

[nomutineer.livejournal.com]

There were some clouds hanging around the spires of Umbridge High School, but not enough; there was an overlaying sense that there shouldn't be as much sunlight shining down on it as there was.

It was quiet. Kind of. There was tension in the air, a wound-up strung-up thing that ensnared the school. Somehow it seemed as if even the birds didn't want to touch down on the building itself, and the gates seemed to fold into themselves, even if they weren't quite shut.

And all that on a weekend, too.

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Re: Across the School

[drippingred.livejournal.com]

Of course, that was pretty much a wash since Natasha knew his moves, too. "Do you hear yourself talk?" she asked as she dodged and kicked out at his knee. And since when did he think emotional shots worked on her?

Re: Across the School

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

"Yes, all the time. My voice is awesome," Clint shot back, grunting as pain bloomed across his knee. Still, he managed to duck down and sweep his leg at her, attempting to knock her off her feet.

Re: Across the School

[drippingred.livejournal.com]

Natasha didn't bother responding to that verbally, just jumped the swept leg and made to kick Clint in the torso.

Re: Across the School

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

In another life, Clint might have been embarrassed at letting that kick hit and getting the wind knocked out of him. Now, he was embarrassed and angry, and he took a step back to try to put some distance between himself and Natasha.

He was not going to retreat. Not from her.

Re: Across the School

[drippingred.livejournal.com]

That was fine. They could do this the easy way or the hard way. The easy way didn't seem to be working, so Natasha was working on the hard way now, which involved sending a flurry of blows at Clint and looking around for something hard to clock him with.

Re: Across the School

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

Clint fought back as hard as he could, trying to match Natasha's blows even though he knew he wasn't as fast as she was. He had strength on his side, though not as much form, especially as his punches became less about fighting her, and more about trying to take his anger out on her instead.

Re: Across the School

[drippingred.livejournal.com]

Natasha mentally tsk'd at the loss of discipline and moved in to aim a kick at the side of Clint's head.

Re: Across the School

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

On top of everything else he'd been through today, that kick was more than enough to send Clint sprawling. He groaned, his hands pressed against his head, and tried to look up at Natasha - or, more accurately, all the Natashas he was currently seeing.

"Nat?" he said weakly. "What the hell..." His head was swimming, but also clearing as the curse finally started to fade.