Sparring Session

The training began in earnest, with Kate showcasing her precision and skill. She fired arrow after arrow, each one striking its mark with unwavering accuracy. America clapped sarcastically, her teasing commentary punctuating Kate’s performance.

“Impressive,” America drawled, lounging against the wall. “But can your fancy bow do this?” She launched herself into a whirlwind of acrobatic flips and punches, dismantling a sparring dummy with ease.

Kate crossed her arms, unimpressed. “Alright, show-off. Let’s spar. No powers.”

America smirked, stepping onto the mat. “No powers? You sure you can handle me?”

Kate’s grin turned competitive. “Oh, I think I can manage.”

What started as a friendly contest quickly escalated into a flurry of moves and countermoves, each woman pushing the other to their limits. They were evenly matched, their contrasting styles making for a thrilling spectacle. The room echoed with the sounds of laughter, grunts, and the occasional sarcastic jab.

As Kate landed a well-timed strike, America stumbled back, her grin widening. “Not bad, Bishop. But let’s see how you handle this…”

Their sparring intensified as they traded blows, each trying to gain the upper hand. Kate's agility proved decisive as she executed a swift combination of strikes and kicks, catching America off guard. With a final sweeping motion, Kate managed to knock America's feet out from under her, sending her friend tumbling to the mat