Barbara
She's in leggings and a sports bra, stretching, prepping. It's good to be ready for a spar. It's calmer than an actual brawl, and it's when making mistakes truly is just a learning experience. She's well aware of that. Losing a spar is what it is, no big deal. 

Now, she just waits for Ryuu to get here. 
He will soon, hopefully.
She does have to give it something close to her best, though- Guts will be watching.
Monica
Ryuu wasn't really prepared or anything for a fight, like how Tiffany is this big gym nerd. Ryuu didn't really do anything, he is good in fighting just he didn't went on to improve it besides now. He yawns as he walks towards the training room.

"Now now." He is wearing sport shorts, yellow ones and a black shirt. He walks in as he smirks, he isn't sure how this fight will go. He is strong but Tiffany also seems strong. He crackled his knuckles for a second as he took a place on the training room.*

"So are we gonna start this soon?" *He giggled, he wants to improve, losing is fine for this time, Tiffany trains and Ryuu doesn't so he won't be to ashamed if he loses.* "Cmon, come at me bull and take off your shoes, I don't want shoe fight."
Shameka
Meanwhile, Uriel is busy idling on the sidelines. They're sitting on their knees, humming a childlike tune as they work on their current knitting project— a pair of gloves, for who-knows. They've let their hair down, the thick white curly waves almost reaching the floor. 

*This multi-tasking is probably alright*, they thought. *I'll hear if someone screams in pain.*
Barbara
She's used to punch spars. She's not used to de-shoeing. Sure, it's not entirely what you're *Supposed* To do. There are shoes specifically for wrestling but she doesn't have them.

Tiffany is very visibly muscular. 

..She supposes that there's not much use fighting the shoe thing, though. What's the point? No big deal. So she takes them off. Easy enough.

"Alright, ready? Three, two- *Go!*" And she rushes forward, preparing for a punch to Ryuu's gut. It's a lot more gentle than what she can do- it wouldn't hurt too much if it did land (which it doesn't). Plus, she *Warned* Him. So it makes sense that he's able to dodge it...
Monica
Ryuu wasn't sure what Uriel was gonna do, he looked at Uriel. "Amigo! The fight is here, not the knitting." Ryuu sighs before taking a stance as he giggled again, but more softly and kinda serious. "Uriel, once I turn mad, you should get me out this fight and stop knitting."

He sure can get mad in fights, crazy even. Just fuck him up a lot and you will notice it. He saw the tall bull rush forward at him, he kept his stance as he moves quickly enough to her right side, but not far from her. "Good move."

*He turned his head back to Tiffany with his body. As he launches his fist towards her jaw, hoping it would have a good impact on her face.* "Take this!"
Barbara
There's a thump- his hand did not connect with her jaw. She shielded her face with her arms, and grins. Ha! It hit, but she toughed it out. 

"Yeah, sure. Yeah nice you turn rabid. Me too!" 
She's not used to fighting someone taller than her. It's a *Thrill.*
"Ha!" She points her elbow forward as she goes for another rush brute force attack.
Monica
That was a smart move, though it's logical blocking it with your arms. Of course that doesn't hurt, he giggles, ryuu is crazy when fighting. Especially after a few good hits. He can really turn wild, the more pain the more crazy "Smart move."

"Of course!" He wasn't really thinking at the moment just looking at Uriel who is still knitting, what a supervisor. Ryuu then feels the hit as he smirks.* "Wowie! You got me!" *He laughed taking a few steps back before trying to hit her on her gut with his left fist* "Woops!"

1 damage taken.

15-1= 14.
Barbara
His reaction is odd, but she doesn't think too hard about it. Or think at all, really. She doesn't tend to do that too much. 
She thinks he has a good fighting spirit! He doesn't get upset when hit! That bodes well, indeed. 

"I did indeed, BAHA!" She really does laugh like that. Full belly laugh. Loud, booming, very herself. She snaps back into action, but not soon enough to dodge the hit to the gut. 
"That tickled little guy!" 

She decides to give him a harsh shove versus a full on attack.