Pandora's Gift

Chapter 44

The two of them stretched in silence. It oddly wasn't heavy considering when the two of them were usually in the same room it was never quiet. No words were needed as the two competitive idiots prepared for their little early morning sparring match.

"No quirks," Sakaki said simply.

Bakugou simply nodded his head and did not argue. Usually he would but with the woman's quirk it honestly wouldn't be much of a fair fight. He would never admit the chance she could drop him if she really wanted to before he could blow her up was high. But the biggest issue was the training room was not properly ventilated for a gas related quirk like hers. She could not only flood the room, but the entire agency if she released enough of her quirk and for long enough. And that would not be good if everyone in the agency and everyone who entered it during the day would fall asleep. And the one person who would not fall asleep would end up too drunk to be able to get everyone out and fully deal with the issue.

So when she announced the fight would be without quirks all he did was ever so slightly nod his head and give her a slight huff. He wasn't that stupid or pigheaded as to argue, especially about something he would be wrong about. Moving out among the training mats Bakugou took one side while Sakaki took the other side.

"Ready, go," Bakugou called out before he watched the young woman take off. She was incredibly fast, even Bakugou could not deny that the woman used her small, lean build to her advantage. She may not have had the same amount of brute strength as he did. But he also knew the woman's hits could still hurt. But those were not his actual concerns. Her speed was what he needed to watch. That and where she hit him.

Sakaki did not hold back and she knew with a large opponent like Bakugou she needed to aim for soft tissue spots. The man was, after all, all muscle. And hitting straight muscles would hurt. She aimed for under his jaw in the first hit but she knew he would dodge the attack. What she was waiting for was to see if he swung out with his right hook. He didn't. Instead it was a left hook but that was still fine. Dodging it was easy as she sidestepped the punch. Grabbing onto the wrist he had thrown out, she used his arm to throw herself up as her right foot flew out to try and hit the side of his head with her foot. His right hand though was quick to grab her ankle before she could allow her hit to connect. Instead Bakugou was throwing her around like a rag doll.

This was something she needed to work on, she needed to perform that move faster. If Bakugou was a true opponent they could be smashing her into the ground. Instead he just threw her across the mats. She was quick to throw her hands under herself and throw herself back to her feet before Bakugou was now coming for her. Now it was her turn to be on the defensive. And she needed to be a lot more careful. If his hits collided with her it would hurt. And real attacks would not take much to actually do real damage to her. So she let Bakugou come for her. The advantage she had was that Bakugou was a real creature of habit.

His attacks were very predictable. His fists had always been his go to weapons. Maybe it was due to his quirks being attached to his palms? He was used to throwing his hands or fists around as he fought in order to blow his targets away with his explosions. She knew to watch him closely though the man was fast, it took a good bit of strength for her to dodge each attack.

The second she saw an opening she threw out her own attacks. She tried to aim to send her palm into the bottom of his jaw. She didn't want to actually punch him, that stupid hard head of his would probably break her hand. She also tried to remember she had knees. Trying to slam her left knee into his gut, Bakugou's large hand blocked her knee with ease. If anything she almost winced at the pain. It was like kneeing a brick wall.

This match though the two seemed pretty evenly matched. Then again it didn't take long before the pair were just swapping light hits. The competitive nature had died down. Now the two were simply having their own dance. Bodies moving in fluid motions as the two worked their ways across the mats till both were panting and sweating.