Debra
I promise the title is a joke-

Tiffany is ready and rearing to go. Decked out in leggings and a sports bra, she's absolutely *Going* At one of the punching bags. Not too hard- she's holding back of course- grinning like a madman.

The gym is good quality, and maybe she'll find people that are a match for her abilities. Maybe she won't have to hold back as much.

Her wild hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and she has those knuckle wrap things people wear when doing this I don't know what they're called but she absolutely does. 

She kicks the bag with a bit more force, ducking out of the way as it swings back at her. 

Now, she waits! For the person that agreed to spar her! Woo!
Thomas
*And the girl who walks in to grant her wish of sparing with someone is... Not at all what Tiff is. Probably the opposite.

She's small, scrawny, has soft pink hair that's short and goes just below her chin, and generally she seems pretty soft. Her schoolgirl jacket is also pink, over a blue undershirt.
She, all in all, is the opposite of Tiff. But, with all of that, she walks in confidently and ready to get her ass beat*
Debra
...Penelope is a bit... *Smaller* Than Tiff expected. She frowns slightly. Is this really a good idea...? This kid looks like 13, 14. 15 *Maximum.*

She tilts her head a bit because *Wow* This is a turn of events. 

She is *Almost a foot taller than Penelope.* That's another thing that stands out. She's 6'2 and Penelope is... Uh. Tiny. To say the least.

She inhales, sighing slowly out her mouth. *Great.*

"..Okay. Yeah. No. You're like 12. Okay." She has to think about this. She's not going to just beat up a child.

"..You know what. Change of plans. You're here, I'm here, I'm not going to decimate you. I'm gonna help you. Yeah. That's it."
Thomas
*Aaaaand great. This is going great already. She doesn't skip a beat with getting offended and being upset, gasping loudly as she literally looks up to Tiffany*
"Wha- Excuse you! I'm 14, thank you very much! And what could you possibly be able to help me with?"

*She sounds upset, to say the very least. But, she's a tiny girl, what do you expect? Her **Liking** That you're underestimating her?*
Debra
Tiff snickers. "*Pfff-* Right. Yeah. 14. Cool. Okay." 

If this was anyone else, Penelope would have a point. Unfortunately, it's the ox lady. Yeah she's being a jerk but considering the differences... Underestimate is a strong word. 

Penelope's offense is funny to her. 

"Look, I'm just saying, you're kinda... Y'know." She gestures to Penelope's form. "You don't exactly strike me as a strong individual. I, on the other hand, am. Incredibly strong even, maybe able to pull the heaviest things outta anyone here. I'd even bet on that!" It's genetics and hard work. But mostly genetics. 

"Basically I'm saying that youre a twig, and probably have the force of one too. And if you're game enough, we can fix that." She crosses her arms with a cocky grin.
Thomas
*She sees this all as a challenge to prove herself to this brash, dickhead of a human ox. She squints at you, already thinking of ways to just shut her mouth about her being weak, but she does respond still*
"Well excuse me for not being able to build muscle easily, but that's pretty much unnecessary for me. You wanted to spar, you being a bull woman is basically your ability, and so it's fair for me to use mine. Do I need to prove that I won't need any kinda strength training with you?"
Debra
Yeah that's an accurate descriptor of Tiffany. "Geez, calm *Down* Freshie, it's not like I set your house on fire." She doesn't see that analogy as odd. In her mind that is a perfectly normal thing to say.

"If you *Insist* On sparring, I'll spar ya, but don't be surprised if you get your s[]t rocked." She snickers again. 

"Hey! I'll even give ya first move." She widens her stance a bit.


"Cmon! Show me what you got, kid."
Thomas
*Suddenly, Tiff could feel that she couldn't move her legs. Or, at least, her feet.
And Penelope is just standing there with her hands in her jacket pockets with a smug ass look on her face, just outside of your range*

"You may have strength, to be fair, but I've got range, speed, and tactics."
Debra
"Oh yeah?" She barks out a laugh. She can't move her feet, but she's not panicking. 

"Cause that's gonna win this for you? Please! As soon as I close the distance- which *Will* Happen, you're done for!" She looks down at her legs, trying to see if there's something physically rooting her in place. 

This is very funny to her.
Thomas
*There's about 50 vines on each leg, coming from the ground right beneath her and rendering her legs practically unusable. For now at least, because I forgot to roll to see if it actually worked, so let's just say that the roll is gonna be for if the vines I made can be broken with just brute force*
Debra
It's a bit of a struggle. She can't get on the losing side this early though. With a grunt and substantial effort, she rips most of the vines away to free herself from the grapple. 

She grins down at Penelope. "See?" She's approaching. She's not attacking yet, but she's getting closer to Penelope, a confident stride.
Thomas
*The utter shock that came over her face is unmatched, as she fully expected that grapple to work. But it didn't. And now she's starting to very quickly back away as she then uses a vine to sock Tiff right in the stomach*

*It connects, thankfully, and it's got enough force behind it to break through the pure muscle this girl is...

Although it doesn't do much...*
Debra
She grins, only grimacing a bit. She takes damage, but it's ignorable. What's a fifth of her energy to her, I mean really? Still good to go. In fact.. She gets a little too excited in that moment, leaning and going for a strike back to Penelope's stomach [5 damage (4+1-0)]

Then she frowns. "S[]t- you good? Did I overdo it?" She didn't mean to go that hard that fast. I mean to be fair she has powdered someone's nose before. Of course, that's meant *Literally.*
Thomas
*She gets knocked back, quite a bit and unsurprisingly so, but she gets back up really quickly with the help of her vines, before using her vines to grab her ankle to trip her up, and **Hopefully** Make her unable to attack next turn, [Trip successful]  as her abilities let her heal off 1 point of damage to her in this turn.*
"*Cough* Yea, i'm fine! I'm good!"
Debra
Tiffany laughs. She wasn't expecting that. She's glad that this little thing bounces back! 

She plays the trip off like nothing- er. Tries to. She stumbles, having to put too much focus in keeping upright to try and attack. She's kept where she is, and Penelope has a perfect opening to attack again. 

"Good thing! Let's keep this goin'!"
Thomas
*Penelope smiles as she watches Tiffany fall, buying time for herself to wind up a punch and clock her with an uppercut as the time wasted lets her heal off another point of health, getting her up to 12 as the immediate bruising from the hit fades quickly*
Debra
She blinks as Penelope cutely attempts an uppercut. There's a second where it connects that *Maybe* It did something. That pause... Maybe it *Did* Something. 

It knocks her back half a step. 

"Heh." She snickers, then closes the distance again, matching with a (gentle, by her standards) uppercut of her own. [1 + 3 - 0 = **4 damage**]

"That was good! Try it again! Assuming you're not givin' up, that is. Cmonnn hit me like you *Mean* It. You're not gonna seriously hurt me."
Thomas
*She'd look at Tiff with that "Oh no." Look after that hit basically did nothing to the bull woman, before getting hit with another punch, specifically an uppercut that sends her into the air and 10 feet back.

She'd pant heavily, still on the ground but she uses a vine behind tiff and hits her in the back of the neck*

[3 damage, Penelope heals 1, just assume that for the rest of the fight that every one of her turns, she heals off 1 point]
[Tiff 9/15 Penelope 9/15]
Debra
She can't help it. Sending someone flying always makes her grin. But then the grin falls as she reminds herself this isn't some thug, this is a freshman. Oops.

But it's fine, because Penelope strikes back. 

Her eyes go wide as she hears something behind her, going to turn but not being fast enough. The vine thumps into her neck. The specific area is- *Unfortunate.* Her vision goes spotty. 

It's not just because of the vine. Her blood pressure's rising. Her heart is pumping. Sure this is a kid, but... Tiff's getting into it! How much more can the kid do? Tiff wants to know. 

She rubs the back of her neck, spluttering for a second because *Ow.* She's lucky she's still standing. 

She laughs. *Laughs.* And then is charging for Penelope, going for a kick to the side. The look in her eyes is more wild. 

Her vision isn't spotty, but her thoughts are. She can't grasp the words.

She's not doing an unarmed strike this time. 
She's using her power.
Thomas
*She notices that she's readying something big... And knowing that she will not be able to take it at all. If she fucks up this next manuver, she's going to get some... REALLY bad injuries.*

*As she tries to pull off some move, grunting as some vibes come from the ground and grab her ankles, the vines slip and completely lose their grip, leaving me completely vulnerable on the ground with not enough time to try again*
Debra
She's almost lost herself. I'm so sorry Penelope. You didn't deserve this.

She's seeing victory, her opponent is wide open. The kick didn't go as smoothly as she wanted, but one more should do it. One more kick. Not full force- *Never* Full force. She doesn't want to *Break* Anyone just... Incapacitate. Yeah.

The kick deals **4 damage.** [4+1-1]
Thomas
*Tiff would see the pure unfiltered fear as she tried desperately to crawl away, but without the time to do so.*
*Penelope would yell out in pain as the kick lifts her off the ground and makes her roll a bit, hitting the ground HARD with an "Umph!..."*
"Yep..." *She'd slowly reach down to her ribcage and would feel around a bit, before wincing in pain* "Definitely a broken rib..."

*She'd groan deeply and would slowly get up, on her last legs at this point. She's shaking, but not standing down.
She'd throw another attack out, a bundle of vines punching her in the chest, as this is all she can do right now...*
Debra
"What'd you say?" She didn't catch it. Too bad she didn't. She may know to stop. But she doesn't. And Penelope isn't telling her to. She just keeps going. And so does Tiff. This is a recipe for disaster. 

Tiff, once again, doesn't try to dodge, and takes the vine hit. [**2 damage.**] She snickers. "Hey! You're starting to lose steam!" She's approaching again, breathing more heavy than before. 

She goes for another stomach punch, remembering not to power this one up. Holding back. Right. Plus, it's more fun if maybe Penelope thinks she has a chance. As if she's not against someone whose won several fights. 

Poor kid.
Thomas
*She recoils big-time and hits a wall, leaning back on it, as her entire body starts to shake. Sore, tired, and broken, she's TRUELY on her last stand.
She quickly, and I mean really quickly, tries to think of something to tip the scales just a bit towards her favor (not spending her turn, however...)*

*And she gets an idea. Really quickly, she pulls up a wall of vines, a big, thick and solid wall of vines that have thorns... Growing out of every. Single. Part.
Use finnese to try to climb it, it will take only one turn, but will scratch the hell out of her and will force her to take damage. How much depends on the power roll and if she rolls well on finesse
But, use force, you won't take damage, but the wall is thick. 2 turns gone trying to rip through unless it's a perfect success score, in this case, 3 successes at once*
Debra
The thorns dig into her skin. She grimaces. It *Hurts.* But she's this close. *This* Close. She scales the wall easily, dropping to the other side, wiping her hands on her torso. Ew. Uh. That's blood. Oh well she'll fix it later. 

She huffs a bit. She needs a moment to regain her breath. So she'll bluff. 

"Hey. Give it another hit. Unless, of course, you're giving up? Cmon, hit me!"
Thomas
*She... Huffs deeply and wraps her arm in vines and thorns, just barely able to bring herself to reel back to hit Tiff with a bigger punch, one charged with her chlorokinetic powers*

*She puts in the last of her remaining strength into the punch, but her own plants haven't been losing their strength, as she heals again, 4 HP. If her body doesn't fall her, she will keep standing after another hit from tiff*
Debra
That *Bites.* She can't help but grin. "Y... You did it. That was a good one. ...Unfortunately." She remembers to keep it at just her normal level. No need to ramp it up. She doesn't have the energy. 

Time for a wonderful Tiffany punch. 

Who says brute force doesn't get the job done? Even if she'll be down in another hit. It'll work. She's not used to being against someone with powers. Maybe she should have planned better.
Thomas
*The hit connects... She shouts out in pain from the hit... It looks like she's down as she starts falling over...

But then, something inside her... "No... This is the first fight I've ever gotten in here... I refuse... I won't lose this."

Several vines shoot from the ground and hold her upright, forcing her to be up and moving for just one... More... Hit...*

*She winds up a fist, one last time before she is down for the count, and her vines help her just enough to clock Tiff with one last uppercut. No power roll, just force.*
Debra
"Hey... Kid... You win some.. You lose some. You think I won everything?" She's knocked back up a step by the clocking, but grabs onto Penelope's fist. She moves it away. 

*Cmon. Finish her. You're so close.* Finish her.

With a grin, she goes for one last kick. 
She's so close. This was hard. Difficult. A *Challenge.* She *Loves* That.

Uh. Broken. A little.
Thomas
*There's a soul shattering **CRUNCH** As she's hit one last time, breaking more ribs/bones in the area that was hit... And her vision slowly goes dark.
Her vines start slowly putting her down onto a non-broken part of her. And her bones aren't the only thing broken, as tears start streaming down the child's face...*

"I was... *Sob* S-So close... Why... Can I never win..?"

*The world goes dark for Penelope... And she loses conciseness. But the shame persists. The shame that she was so close to winning this David vs Goliath, but she couldn't, even with the help of her abilities...*

*She won't forget this. You can tell just from the distressed expression she's wearing through her unconsciousness*
Debra
Oh no. The crunch. Tiff is brought back to reality. She's out of breath, but she panics. 

"No. Nonono- *S[]t-*" This wasn't supposed to.. She was *Supposed* To go easy. To help her train not to- *Break* Her. She knows she doesn't have the strength to hoist her up so she resolves to collapse on the ground next to Penelope. 

She checks her pulse... "Oh thank *God-*" 

Time to send a panicked message.
Thomas
Nar:*The vines around her seemed to have free will after she's down for the count, probably to make sure that after she's unable to fight, she doesn't suffer any more damage. Or something like that as they literally fish her phone out of her pocket and getting Tiffany's attention to, y'know, do something, like call the school nurse or doctor, which are already saved in her phone*
Debra
"I got it I got it.." Tiff mutters, carefully putting Penelope's phone back in her (P's) pocket. 

She decides to call an ambulance with her own. Apparently that's free outside of America??? Wild. 

[is this a good end?]
Thomas
[yep. Penelope 0, Tiffany 1.]