Isana had walked this way uncountable times, through the tile-floored corridor. The Library had once a martial arts club but had been dismantled about a year or two after it forming due to lack of participants. Their training room still exists to this day along with all the other equipment such as training mats and light gloves. She flicked the switch and the bare fluorescent lamps came blinking on, revealing a bare room with only deep blue training mats along with a pile of fighting gloves and other safety equipment. The windows here had curtains drawn over them, blotting out the sunlight from the exterior of the building.<br/><br/>"I guess we won't be<span style="font-style: italic">talking</span>then," She pulled the gloves over her hands hurriedly, disregarding the helmet which she kicked to the side. "No predatory organs no matter how bad you are losing. We stop immediately when someone draws blood, surrenders, or is unconscious."<br/><br/>"Shouldn't there be a no gouging, hitting below the belt, pulling of hair...?" Touka trailed off uncertainly, she does not know that much about fighting other than the few UFC shows she saw, whatever the heck they were supposed to be. She doubted that this was the same thing though.<br/><br/>"We are playing nice, so we won't be purposely going for the soft points. Of course when people get carried away, things may get out of hand." She tightened the strap on the gloves, flexing her fingers and stretching them before her. "Taunting, and trash talking is always allowed." She smiled mirthlessly. She strode over to the opposite side of the room and stood there in a non-aggressive stance, to Nakahiro, she beckoned, "Bring it."