[ Sekhmet wasn't expecting the use of powers, though she almost certainly should have been. She goes, down, but she laughs in surprise, and immediately numbs her own pain, and all of Glory's sensations. She's going to try to spring up, but remain crouched, rushing her low, and aiming a headbutt for her torso.
She's more of a mage than a hand to hand fighter, but she learned a fair amount of that, as a certain amount of physical combat was also what a combat sorcerer like her was expected to do; she normally had spells to conjure swords and armor. But now she only has wits and sheer stubbornness and the strength and energy of her new body. ]
[The lack of sensation is disorienting, enough that Glory can't follow through on pinning her, and it takes her a moment of seeing Sekhmet come at her before she reacts. When she does, she does a bird-hop up from the ground, wings flapping once and her taloned feet going for Sekhmet's shoulders to land on her.]
[ Sekhmet is finding this difficult, but it's a good sort of challenge. At least she's actually fighting now. She's pretty sure that this is beyond the scope of wrestling, though. She's carried by her momentum, and the talons landing on her shoulders knock her over. She tries to roll out from under Glory, while grabbing those bird feet to take her with her.]
[Sekhmet pulls Glory's feet out from under her, and she tips to the side. She doesn't quite lose control, though, and her hand hits the ground next to Sekhmet as she shifts her weight to try to pin Sekhmet's chest with her knees.]
[Glory withdraws enough to soften the blow of the punch, and continues the motion to get her legs back to where she can get Sekhmet's thighs with them, instead attempting to lean across her collarbone with a winged forearm when she pulls her punch back.]
[ With a frustrated growl, she retracts her claws, trying to rake them across Glory's back, still taking enough care not to leave a scar, but enough to bleed and cause pain. ]
[ She wheezes, finally making a gesture of surrender, spreading her arms wide. The square said "play wrestling," after all. Something like "you win" is gasped out. ]
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She's more of a mage than a hand to hand fighter, but she learned a fair amount of that, as a certain amount of physical combat was also what a combat sorcerer like her was expected to do; she normally had spells to conjure swords and armor. But now she only has wits and sheer stubbornness and the strength and energy of her new body. ]
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...Nice try.
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Ah, that felt pretty good.
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If I could manage to beat you along the way, that might be fun too.
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[she looks a little confused for a moment before she answers that question]
...Not generally, but... I spend a lot of time with competitive people, so I guess it's rubbed off a bit. Well, and this is a special circumstance.
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I'm not, myself. Well, not in all situations, anyway. I like to win, but victory is very personal.