<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h215/wontsubmit/waterson1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Qiang Nuo<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near the Courts (After the Daken fight)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Ragnar, Idris, Open<br/><br/>Nuo lifted her hand to wave excitedly at the figure of Idris.  The smile on her lips and the friendly nature of her face were inviting.  At the back of her mind the young fighter knew her friend was feeling the guilt of inaction, of being restrained by fear.  That same grip had been on her many times before as she ran across her homeland, chased by the very government she had been taught to trust and fear.  Still there was no real helping the initial bangs of being scared in a fight and the guilt that would come later.  So Nuo did the only thing she could do and that was simply be there for her friend.  Then her world took a flip as Ragnar came in for the attack and Nuo gave an exuberant laugh.  There was not even a semblance of a defense as she giggling the entire way to the ground.  She did trust her leader to not hurt her on the descent, but of course falling was the first lesson of her youth.  Her teachers could not show her how to fly if she did not know how to first fall.<br/><br/>The ground rose upward to her back and Ragnar moved to slide atop her.  He could feel the wide hips of her body give way to the slender waist of a muscular stomach.  Strong shoulders that would be slender if not for the muscles of training lay down beneath him.  A rising chest constrained by the tight confines of her Under Armour moved beneath him as excitement and tension boiled up in her breast.  There was the parting of lips, the exiting of a sharp breath before she smiled up at him again.  Bright eyes of almond shape regarded him above her before she bucked upward with her hips before he could become too comfortable.  Despite her small size the buck of her body rose upward like an earthquake that would have dislodged lesser men and less skilled opponents.  Odds were Nuo had relied on her powers too long in the past to escape most restraint and confinement.  Against another mutant and fighter, she had already come up short.<br/><br/>Her abdomen tensed as she lifted her upper body now, reaching upward with one arm past his head and the other to the his arm.  Legs shifted to try and hook him, using leverage to bring him down and her on top.  Indeed the first part of the maneuver seemed almost like she were rising upward to kiss him, especially with her laughter still ringing out and her lips folded into a bright smile.  But the effort given showed her competitive edge and her need to impress, to fight against her lack of skill and conditioning here.<br/>