Next day saw Meg and Tosh eating more vegetarian chili which pretty much caused Meg to spit flame. In fact, she did such a good impression of a flame-thrower, she nearly set the counter on fire.
Meg did realize that she needed to train in martial arts as well as athletics, so she headed over to the training dummy and started martial arts exercises.
Seeing her "husband-to-be" at green-belt provided quite a bit of incentive and watching Tosh break boards was quite arousing to Meg.
Part of martial arts training was sparring and that was because nothing taught a martial arts student more than fighting another person. In a real life situation, the opponent wasn't going to stand still and let one land punches and kicks. Sparring was the only form of practice that simulated an actual opponent and even then if it was "scored" it wasn't really that good of a simulation. The only form of fighting that worked was an actual "no holds barred" sparring match - full contact, but considering that Tosh was ranked three belts higher (white, yellow, orange then green) than her. Tosh had waited until she had managed to get her yellow belt equivalency, then walked up to her, gave her a kiss and then asked her if she would like to spar with him.
Meg agreed and they squared off; bowing first as a formality and a token of respect to the other fighter.
And Meg opened up her offence with a roundhouse kick that Tosh barely ducked under.
"Wow...that was close..." Tosh said as Meg blocked his counterpunch...but he spun and tried to kick at her head which she ducked under.
Since Tosh was the higher ranked belt in Sim Fu, Meg was doing a lot of defence while Tosh tended to attack more. But Meg knew that Tosh was trying to make sure that she was able to put up a good defence because that was pretty much what would happen if they were set upon by Trackers.
...though Meg did get a few good solid attacks in...
Tosh was definitely not cutting Meg any slack whatsoever during the sparring match.
And of course...they both sparred transformed as well, which pretty much was just a rolling ball of violence.
...and evidently that match was enough to tire the both of them out and they headed off to bed.
...more than likely dreaming werewolf dreams about hunting and stuff like that.
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