Grueling Tasks (Olivia and Matthew)

"Remember, you asked for it." Matthew tells her and she readies herself instantly. Her feet move to get ready to attack if she needed to. Her stomach tightens against the though of any hit toward her torso. For a moment, she watches him and suddenly he takes her seriously and grabs her staff and pushes it toward her. Not a moment is spared when she tries to go for the staff, trying to place her hands on either side of the staff in order to do the same trick again, but he ups the challenge. He goes straight into a quick movement and aims for her torso and arm.

"Aye..." She speaks out and she goes to block the attack, arm outstretched and takes the blunt of the weapon against her arm, stinging her forearm. The jolt was enough that it sent a spark of pain up her arm and into her shoulder, but it kept the staff from hitting her torso; defended against the hit.

"Now take it back from me." She don't even need to be told as she's quickly ducking down, and rolling to the other side of him and reaching out for the bottom of the staff and arching it upward to have the top part smack him on the back of the head and jerking it toward her body. His grip is ever strong on it.

"Headache, yet?" She chuckles, her face stern and eyes pinned on him. Just as quickly, she aims her foot into the back of his leg, waiting for him to fall, and grasping the staff with both hands, turning it to twist his arms.

The dark hair of the girl moves with a swish as she goes to get her staff out of his hands. The hit against the top of his head is hardly enough to anger him or make him really lose it. As he states, he has a hard head and that comment actually makes her break out with a small bout of laughter. "Obviously." She states, getting her word out there fast as he kicks at her. As much as she tries to move back, she's barely out of the reach of his foot when he stops suddenly.

"Get up. Don't stay down so long. It's a dangerous place to be."

With shake of her head, she bites out. "No shit, sherlock. What do you think I'm trying to do." Pushing off from the ground, she jolts up and he's reaching for her staff without notice. She's quick on the draw and moves it, opening herself up to his hand grabbing her shirt and jerking her toward him. A small gasp of excitement comes out as she grips the staff tight. More than once, she's been in this position thanks to her brother and she sees that in him immediately with this grip and the position.

"I could easily headbutt you now. Stay out of my reach. You got a long staff to work with." Again, a huff of annoyance comes out. That look on her face stating the obvious without saying it again. So, as she's done in previous years, the staff is suddenly swung around and over Matthew's arms to get in between adn connect with her other hand to forcefully push against the bridge of his nose to break the grasp he has on her shirt and again, she's out of his grip, immediately and backing away, putting the staff in a direct line toward him, ready to strike.

"You know... you talk too much during the spar with what your going to do. You really should tell me what we're going to do.. before we go at it so we aren't improvising our moves. Then again, your the teacher. Just saying." She tells him with a stern face, and her chest heaving with an exercised breathe.

She stands there poised and ready to strike. Her posture and form staying perfectly straight and willing to make the first move at any movement that her opponent might make. Her eyes trained on his features as she notices the moisture collecting at his eyes. A half grin appears on her face seeing the tears welling up that he keeps wiping away. A vague memory recollects in her mind of the same thing that happened to her brother when she did that, only his nose was purple the next day. She didn't push that hard or use that much force, but she wasn't about to start apologizing just yet.

"You're right. I am." He states to her words about being her teacher. Her advice to him isn't taken very well as he suddenly comes at her, blocking her staff and his hand moving toward her face. Reflexes kick in, moving her head barely within an inch of being hit. The next movements are pure fluid as she watches him duck down and her hands raise and collect together on the staff before raising it to strike downward with a swing.

"Damn..." Her voice just barely gets out when she's suddenly laid out upon the hard ground with thud. Two hands cross over instinctively as an elbow starts to make it's way toward her head, and with it, the staff makes contact with a 'whoosh' against his arm and her body rolls quickly out of reach of him, coming to a low crouch with the staff laid flat against her back and extended down her arm.

She keeps in the low crouching position, her eyes deathly glaring at Matthew, waiting for the next moment that he may attack. Her dark tresses falling over her eyes as she blows them out of the way and a sharp grin appears when Matthew begins to speak to her.

"Well done. Show me some more. You're pretty skilled with that staff and now have the right distance." Again, she shakes her head. At least, this time, she's getting compliments instead of a beat down from that ass of a trainer, Bryan. Her chest moves much more slowly this time, not heaving for a breath. Her complete focus isn't upon the fight but watching Matthew this time. Not a moment later, the fight continues, putting a grin on her face as she reacts with each advance.

She swings the staff around and uses it to hit against the ground, giving herself leverage to jump the ground before Matthew could send her to the ground only, he didn't try to ground her this time. Instead, his arms are pulling on hers, tugging her in another direction until she's treated like a criminal and her arms are pulled behind her back. She pulls and jerks against his hold until she's sure that she can't really get out of the situation. A quick huff of breath later, she's told to 'let go'.

"No. I won't. You let go!" She refuses flat out right before he starts to twist the weapon behind her and instant pain starts to shoot up her left arm. The ligaments of her elbow stretching further and further until she cries out and finally, she crumples to the ground, latching onto her elbow, rubbing out the soreness.

"Good move." She admits even though her face is flushing with anger at having lost her staff to him. "What are you, a peacekeeper or a trainer? A little bit of both, I think..." She spits out, standing, cradling her arm to her body and right as she seems to have given up, she leaps forward, clinging onto her staff and trying to jerk it out of his hands.

"The latter. I have no cusiness with the pks." The man in front of her states but for a moment she can only give off a huff of breath as her attention is taken to her staff.

"Could have fooled me." She shrugs and tries to take her staff by force. It isn't necessarily a means of taking it from him with any form or fashion, she seemed to merely just want it out of his grasp. The sparring lesson having nothing to do with it, but as she tries to take it from him, it becomes apparent that her new 'trainer' doesn't have it in him to just give up that easily and the lesson continues, much to her dismay.

"Don't get sloppy. Focus."

"I wasn't getting sloppy and I was focused. I just want the staff back. Didn't realize you wanted to keep going." She states putting on the best sarcastic smile she can muster while brushing off her shirt as if his foot made a dirty spot on her shirt from being kicked back and the grip lost on the staff she so dearly wants.

"So, are you going to tell me what we're going to do this time before we try this again? What skills are going to be used so that I can get my staff back?" She seems to perk up, her eyebrows arching upward as she eyes her own staff. "Why not go get your own staff from the weapons storage and give me a run for my money? I've not had a decent spar in quite a while."