Picking On Your Doppelganger

In truth, Diana didn't truly know what she wanted. A sparring partner? Someone to just shoot the shit with? All she knew was the woman before her caught her interest. She didn't exactly have a plan beyond catching hers back.

She couldn't help but smile, as the woman stated her complete lack of fear. Lack of fear of retribution over intervening in events that simply didn't involve her. Events such as Diana's and Duffys.

She'd step up, hands to her hips and essentially pushing out her front, closing some distance with the blonde beauty. "So you'd embrace anyone coming to get you back for some, that right?" She'd smile, knowing full well what she was suggesting.

Diane looked like she was sizing her up once again. Her mixed signals was pretty confusing for someone who wasn't sure if she was starring at a friend or foe. But still she wasnt going to show any nonexistant signs of weakness. Getting closer she would get face to face where there fronts were practically touching.

"Id warn them first just to be nice. But then they would find they really shouldnt have tried cause I don't hold back once fists start flying." She says to show her usual way, in fact she very much preferred a fight if it happened.

Amy could of spoken a different language, a poem, a song, a whole rant at Diana. She wouldn't of taken note, the moment the blonde muttered the words "I don't hold back," Diana was struggling to resist a lick of the lips. She'd certainly found an ideal opponent, to put things lightly. Rather than respond straight away, Diana sized the woman up for a moment; the tension between the two figures extreme, as some passerby's had already taken note of the scenario.

Then without warning, Diana would place her hand on Amy's stomach. Not to punch, strike or squeeze. Simply a taunt, in her own way.

"Don't hold back...you say...well...that just so happens to be my motto..."

Okay she was definitely being sized up now, she could see it in Diana's eyes as she measured herself up to her like she was seeing where she was steongest and weakest if a fight broke out. If this chick wanted a fight all she had to do was say so why was she dragging out this conversation anylonger.

She finally got aprompt as Dian placed her hand on her stomach and kept it there as if she was taunting her. Asking another ninsense question Amy took it as her cue to show Diana what she was all about rather then talk about it. Pulling her hand back she went for a uppercut into the amazons belly. "Then this shouldnt be a problem huh?"

Diana gazed into the blonde's eyes; the moment between them almost sincere, given that the Italian was gently caressing the woman's abs. Anyone watching, and Diana herself, quickly discovered the moment to be anything but.

Grunting, gagging somewhat heavily, Diana found a fist making it's home in her own firm gut. She resisted stepping back, and she outright fought her body to tense over and hold the wound. In her mind, it would be like backing down from a challenge.

Instead, she'd somewhat literally force a small cocky smile on her face, despite it evidently wanting to show the signs of being struck to the gut somewhat easily and with force.

"No..Problem..." She'd whisper, before somewhat turning, apparently making her exit. Only the moment her arm and face were out of view via the rest of her body, she'd turn around; aiming for a monstrous hook right back at the blonde's gut!

Diana's abs were tough but Amy felt that the surpise made it so she had little time to tighten them and she got further then she would have otherwise. The Italian amazon took the punch well enough clearly trying to avoid any sign of pain, guess she had a tough imagine she wanted to protect or she was showing off either way Amy just smirked at her.

She didnt buy her walking off after that and when she turned around Amy saw the punch coming but didnt dodge as Diana nailed her belly. The blonded flinched forward as she hit like a brick, her abs being tested with the punch as she simialry tried to keep pain off her face, with limited success. "Not..bad."

Both women's frames were near perfect matches, but for different reasons arguably. Amy herself had abs and fists of steel a obvious sign of a woman who preferred working her foes gut red raw. Diana of course had fists that posed no joke, with an amateur boxing background, but whilst her abs were firm as hell, they were of little comparison to Amy's. It was comparable to a general athlete to a arm wrestling champion; generalisation and lack of specialisation would put you at a disadvantage against someone whose body was built with a clear goal in mind.

Diana herself would smile somewhat; as the close distances of the strikes weirdly enough didn't broadcast their interaction to the rest of the gym. Near no one around them knew the two had just legitimately struck one another. She'd lean in, somewhat firmly pressing her forehead to her foes own, front's briefly touching and tickling as she whispered a response.

"Like-wise..."

Amy didnt like being dissected like a damn science project, which she meight as well be given the way Diana was loking her up and down and since the italian couldnt figure out why she was here Amy decided to do that part for her. While it was given right back it was nothing she wasnt used to taking from her opponents.

Then Diana got close again and Amy felt like they were back at square one as it wasclear she had no intention of backing off. Amy herself wasnt going to back down in the slightest if she felt she was being challenged which with her was really hard to tell. "Well im sure mine hurt, im just wondering if im going to to have to wind that up again."

Even after taking a belly strike that wanted the Italian to buckle over and catch herself, Diana still opted to pursue in her near sole activity; mind games with the blonde, which in turn served as a way of sizing her up. Not that she really needed to any further.

The moment turning somewhat heated, the two women's firm chests pressing slightly as their foreheads came to touch, Diana again decided to somewhat switch things up, constantly trying to make the blonde guess just what exactly she came for. Gently grabbing her wrists, as if they were simply lovers, Diana would heave up her knee, straight into the blondes gut!

Only the moment the knee connected, the Italian would try to back off, creating some distance between the two. She didn't know how Amy would take it, either opting to close the distance and start a full on brawl, or whatever else. But she was damn keen to find out how!

It was definitely an akward sight to see the amazon and the lioness staring each other down the way they were but if ayone was even noticing neither of them knew for sure or cared. The only thing they were focusing on was each other in some attemot to test out what the other was was about to do. Diana made the next but step by grabbing at her arm, Amy was confused by this for a second and looked diwn which worked in Diana's favor as she pulled her in for a knee.

"Huffggh!" Amy coughs as shes caught off guard bending over slightly as the knee digs into her abs. Her face looks shocked as she stands up and looks at Diana who wisely backed off after the attack. "Alright then, I guess thats my cue to take that as an act of war." Amy said as she rubbed her stomach from the blow.