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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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   Kim settled onto the Excalibur jet’s couch and did her best to relax as she took her second flight to CI headquarters in almost as many days. She hadn’t really been all that surprised when she’d called Corscan last Friday night to arrange the details of their match and the woman had asked her what she was doing on Monday, assuming that wasn’t too soon for her. Of course it hadn’t been; it wasn’t like she needed to train for it or anything, and a weekend was more than enough time to work out any kinks she might have had anyway.
   The biggest problem would have been if any serious trouble had come up between then and now, but fortunately it had been a slow weekend, and she’d only needed to spend a half-day on Saturday rescuing a group of mountain climbers in the Andes and a few hours on Sunday helping her mom out at the hospital when one of the Sunshine Spreaders had flaked on her and left her shorthanded. So she’d had more than enough time to hit the gym each day and keep up to speed.
   Ron had wanted to come along with Kim for moral support, but Kim had gotten the impression that Corscan expected her to come alone. Before she could call Corscan and ask about it, the matter was taken out of her hands as Ron seriously tweaked Mr. Barkin at lunchtime with a minor disaster of clumsiness that had spun out of control and escalated into a full-scale food fight in the cafeteria, earning him a week of level three detention as well as no mercy from the gruff substitute teacher in his afternoon history class—not that Mr. Barkin was particularly merciful to begin with. Ron’s less-than-stellar effort on the weekend’s homework had prompted Mr. Barkin to assign him nearly a week’s worth of extra work that he wanted back by Wednesday, so between that and the detention, Ron’s activities were seriously curbed for the next two days unless the world was at risk.
   After saying goodbye to Ron just after final period let out, Kim had changed into her mission clothes in the bathroom, having decided that since she did most of her real fighting in them, it only made sense to wear them for this as well, despite the possible drawbacks the outfit might have over something else like gym clothes for instance—in this case, her familiarity and comfort were the more important factors. Then she’d headed out front, where she was picked up by Raoul once again, and had yet another opportunity to tweak Bonnie with a little wave and a smile as she got into the Rolls Royce Phantom while the girl was still waiting for her bus to show up.
   So now Kim was alone on a plane taking her to a fight… well, not exactly for her life, but pretty close to it in intensity anyway, if everything went as planned, and she was finding it hard to stay calm without anything to distract her. She couldn’t risk eating too much, so that was out, and even though the jet’s cabin was spacious for a jet, it was still too small to do anything really physical in, so Kim couldn’t easily burn off any nervous energy either. In the end she finally settled for a little of both, getting some food from the galley and putting it on the small table so she could snack on it as she did low intensity in-place arm strike katas while listening to music over the cabin’s sound system. It wasn’t as much as she would have liked, but it was sufficient to keep her just busy enough that the soft ding announcing the jet was preparing to land soon came as a surprise to her when it finally sounded.
   Quickly cleaning up the remains of her meal, Kim put the garbage away, went to the bathroom, and then took her seat, buckling up with only a little time to spare as the pilot’s voice announced they would be landing in just a minute at almost the same time she did so. A few minutes later Kim was getting off the plane and, after a short wait, being driven up to the main compound in one of the Hummer-like vehicles. This time the driver took her to a smaller entrance that was more to the left side of the sprawling complex instead of the one she and Ron had used last time, and as they pulled up, the man handed her a security pass and told her that Ms. Li should be waiting for her inside.
   Putting the pass on, Kim got out of the vehicle and headed up the walkway, and as she got closer to the building she saw Ms. Li through the doors, waiting by a security desk in the small lobby. Corscan’s personal assistant still carried her clipboard folder and PDA, and she still wore a single-ear headset phone and her tabi slippers, but today she had on a more conservative three-piece black silk pantsuit with a mauve shirt and gold buttons, and her hair was loose, falling past her waist and held back with a tortoiseshell zigzag hair band inlaid with gold and white jade.
   Smiling as Kim entered the lobby, Ms. Li glided towards her and said; “Hello Kim, I trust you had a good flight?”
   “Yes Ms. Li, I did, thank you very much.” Kim answered.
   “Good, good. If you would follow me, I will take you to Ms. Mataii.” Ms. Li said before turning and heading deeper into the building. As Kim followed Ms. Li through the complex, the Asian woman spoke once more. “If you do not mind my saying so Kim, we here at CI should be very cross with you.”
   “What do you mean?” Kim asked, confused.
   “Because of you Ms. Mataii has been very remiss in her duties.” Ms. Li said, turning to Kim with a smile that took the seriousness from her words. “Anticipation of your coming confrontation this evening has kept her most distracted, and little else has been able to hold her interest since the two of you spoke Friday evening.”
   “Well, I can’t really say that I’m sorry to have distracted her. After all, it was hardly my idea to do this, and it’s not exactly as if I haven’t been thinking about it a lot over the weekend either.” Kim responded with a smile of her own.
   “Oh, I am just kidding you. It is actually quite nice to see Ms. Mataii occupied with something joyful for a change. There have been far too few instances of that as of late.” Ms. Li concluded wistfully.
   “I’m sorry to hear that.” Kim said. “Have you really been having that much trouble with your project?”
   “Ah, yes, there is the trouble with that as well, but no, I was speaking of other things that weigh heavily on Ms. Mataii. She is a Lady of great responsibility, and as of late, it seems those responsibilities are always most dire and pressing, and have taken to arising in much greater number and frequency than they once did.”
   Ms. Li shook her head as if to throw off the dark mood that had taken her and smiled at Kim once more.
   “But please, do not dwell on what I have said. This night should be a time of enjoyment and spirited competition, not one in which such things should be allowed to intrude.”
   “All right.” Kim said, not entirely sure what Ms. Li had meant by her enigmatic statements, but more than willing to set them aside in favor of having fun with the upcoming fight.
   A few minutes later Ms. Li came to a stop before a large set of sliding double doors that appeared to be in a more isolated area of the complex, as they were the first doors Kim had seen in the last few turns of about a hundred yards of corridor, more or less. Moving to a keypad intercom next to the door, Ms. Li simply hit one of the buttons on it and the doors slid aside with a barely discernable hiss. Ms. Li gestured to Kim to enter, and then followed behind as Kim did so.
   The first thing Kim noticed as she entered the room beyond the door was that she was inside the half-sphere geodesic dome she had seen on the left-hand side of the complex. Over a dozen small banks of strong but warm yellow lights spread out across the inner framework of the dome lit the entire area brightly, and brought to mind firelight or candlelight rather than sunlight. The outer wall of the room was ten feet high before the dome began, and was paneled in the same style of light and dark golden-brown oak that Corscan’s office had been done in. The center of the huge room was a sixty-foot wide dark blue circle formed by what looked like interconnected tumbling mats; the thin, super dense kind that barely had any give to them. The floor of the twenty-foot wide outer edge of the room was polished hardwood, and for the most part it was an open area as well.
   There was a forty-foot long space to Kim’s immediate right that was set up as a gym, complete with racks of free weight dumbbells and barbells of various sizes and shapes, several professional level weightlifting machines, and an assortment of cardio training machines. It even had eight-foot tall wall mirrors backing the cardio and free weight areas.
   Past the gym area were a series of smaller rooms that projected about fifteen feet into the main room and ran for nearly half the curving length of the entire room. First there was a thirty-foot long section with a beautifully inlaid wooden door right at either end of it, then a twenty-foot wide open area between that section and the next that was an office set up looking out into the main room on a huge Persian rug, then a fifteen-foot wide room that had a broad carved archway leading into it and looked like a thickly carpeted living room, then another fifteen-foot wide open section that seemed to be a dining room, followed by a last fifteen-foot wide room that had no entrance Kim could see from where she was standing.
   The remaining area to the left of Kim was divided unevenly into two sections. The larger of the two sections was to Kim’s immediate left, and held what was essentially a dojo, complete with an open area covered in tatami mats, a pair of beautifully burnished hardwood sparring dummies, what looked to be a hundred and fifty pound heavy bag that was suspended from a thick chain hanging from the mouth of a ten-foot long snarling Chinese dragon, carved from a solid two-foot thick log of hardwood that projected into the area from the upper wall like the bowsprit of a ship, a speed bag and double end bag, a black iron sand cauldron resting on a heavy stone base so that it could be heated, and a seven-foot tall standing log of smoothly polished pale white ironwood that was almost as thick as the dragon. The smaller section was past the dojo, and held several display cases and long racks of Asian melee and throwing weapons that all looked to be more functional than decorative.
Kim only took in the room as a general impression, however, because her attention was immediately and fully captured by the second, and what she considered much more prominent, feature of the area: Corscan herself.
   The big woman was wearing a pair of heavy cotton shorts and a matching top, both grey with charcoal trim and clinging to her like a second skin. The shorts covered her from waist to just above mid-thigh, while the top was one of those wide strap outerwear sports bras that ended right at the edge of her ribcage. Aside from that, the only other thing she had on were traditional Muay Thai hand and foot wrappings, the winding heavy cloth strips covering her forearms and hands from elbow to fingers, binding her shins from just below the knee to ankle, and covering the arch of each foot. However, it wasn’t what Corscan was wearing that held Kim’s attention, but rather what the outfit revealed of the woman.
   The most immediate thing Kim noticed was that every inch of Corscan’s previously unexposed skin was covered in uneven black lines that resembled nothing less than what a tiger’s stripe pattern would look like on a human being, the inky tattoos blending smoothly with the woman’s soft brown coloring instead of standing out sharply against it. The second thing Kim noticed almost as quickly was that Corscan… rippled, as she stood before the ironwood log throwing strikes into it. There was no other way to describe how Kim could clearly see each one of Corscan’s muscles bunching and releasing under her skin as she moved—it must have been a suggestion brought on by the stripes, but all Kim could think of was a sleek jungle cat as she watched the big woman practice.
   And big was certainly an appropriate word to describe her with too, because Kim could now clearly see that none of Corscan’s bulk was in any way fat; it was solid muscle. Her powerful frame was all hard curves and bulges, with each muscle group obvious and clearly defined from the next even when relaxed—but unlike the few bodybuilders Kim had seen before, Corscan had just enough body fat to smooth over most of the striation lines of her muscles, as well as hiding a lot of the obvious veins such a well developed physique usually had. The result made her appear more like some ancient marble statue of a female Hercules come to life than particularly freakish, and despite the fact that Corscan was much bigger than a lot of the boys Kim knew—and even some of the henchmen she had fought—her look still somehow managed to come off as distinctly feminine, though in a very primal, sensual sort of way instead of girly.
   Kim’s temporary fascination with Corscan’s appearance quickly dropped away, however, as she finally began taking notice of exactly what the exotic woman was doing while she watched her. As Kim looked on, Corscan stood before the ironwood log and launched another series of attacks at the immobile object, each powerful blow landing with a deep, heavy “thunk” that had been the original thing that drew Kim’s attention to the woman to begin with.
   Corscan started with a series of three fast climbing kicks with her right leg, slamming the top of her foot and shin into the log at knee, waist, and head height. Then she dropped her leg and whipped her left elbow into the log at head height before grabbing it with her hands, so that she could drive her right knee into the ironwood several times, each twisting strike landing high enough to reach someone’s ribs—or in Kim’s case, given the height difference, her head. Releasing the log and dropping her leg again, Corscan pivoted and slammed her right and then left elbow into the ironwood in hard succession before sending a flurry of punches in at about chest height, followed up by another right elbow, and then finishing with a step back so that she could lean in sideways and send an extended twin thrust punch in at center mass.
   “Oh crap!” The exclamation slipped from Kim’s lips unnoticed as her brow furrowed in disbelief and she almost dropped her backpack. Ok, so maybe I will need to hurt her in order to win this thing, Kim thought to herself ruefully as she shook her head and watched the display of power and conditioning.
   “Yes, that is a common reaction many have when witnessing Ms. Mataii’s prowess for the first time.” Ms. Li said with an amused smile from where she stood forgotten next to Kim, and the high-pitched cartoon voice cut through Kim’s distraction and disbelief like a razor, almost causing her to jump from the sudden start it gave her.
   “Ummm, yeah, ok, so she’s certainly impressive, I’ll give her that.” Kim responded, more to cover up her almost jumping than anything else.
   Aborting another attack on the standing ironwood log when she heard Kim and Ms. Li talking, Corscan turned and smiled when she saw Kim. As she moved out into the open area and headed towards them, Kim could easily see the way the big woman moved now, always balanced and on the balls of her feet, the lazy, gliding stride so blatantly obvious now that she knew to look for it.
   Arriving in front of the pair, Corscan’s smile quirked deeper on the left and she said; “Hello Kim. Hope I didn’t scare you off there.”
   Smiling back despite herself, Kim answered; “Nope. Logs don’t move or hit back. You’ll find that I do. Quite a bit actually.”
   Corscan laughed warmly and replied; “I certainly hope so Kim, I certainly hope so. So, should we get down to business then?”
   “All right. How are we going to do this anyway?” Kim asked.
   “Well, first up Bob from Legal is waitin’ in my office over there with the waiver I’ve gotta sign, so we’ll get that done so that he can get outta here before dinner, k’?” Corscan answered.
   “Ok then.” Kim said before following Corscan and Ms. Li over to the office area she had noticed earlier. As they approached, Kim noticed that all three walls of the office were covered with heavy bookcases filled with countless hardcover books, and there looked to be four computers worth of tower cases by the heavy wooden desk, two standing on each side of it. There were also several standing brass lamps in the room that suggested the powerful overhead lights that were being used right now didn’t always light the dome thusly.
   As they entered the office, Kim saw a slight and slightly older looking man stand up from one of the armchairs in front of the heavy desk and nod to the approaching group.
   “Kim, this is Bob Thorne from our legal department. Bob, this is Kim Possible.” Corscan said, introducing Kim to the man.
   “Hello Mr. Thorne.” Kim said to the man.
   “Hello Ms. Possible.” Bob responded, his voice sounding for all the world like an only slightly deeper version of Kermit the Frog’s. “If you all would be so kind as to come over here for a moment we can get this over with quickly.”
   Kim nodded and did as she was told, heading to a place in front of Corscan’s desk near where Bob was standing. As the women clustered around the desk Bob picked up a briefcase that was next to the chair he had been sitting in and placed it on the desk, opening it and removing a document from inside.
   Offering the document to Kim, Bob said, “If you would like to read this Ms. Possible, you will find that it is a variation of the standard sports-fighting disclaimer, absolving you of any and all injuries various and sundry that you might purposefully inflict upon Ms. Mataii during your match, up to, but not including Ms. Mataii’s death, as well as absolving you of any complications that may arise from said injuries, including Ms. Mataii’s death, and, lastly, absolving you of Ms. Mataii’s death in the case of accident wherein Ms. Mataii’s death was not the intention of the action.”
   “So basically, if we sign it, it means I can do anything to her except something obviously meant to kill her and I won’t get in trouble for it?” Kim asked Bob, not taking the papers.
   “In the loosest possible terms, that would be correct Ms. Possible.” Bob said with the slight hint of distaste that most lawyers had when being… imprecise. Setting the waiver down on the desk Bob continued. “If you could sign here and initial here and here Ms. Possible?”
   Kim moved over to the document, but then stopped, stymied until Corscan handed her a gold pen from off her desk. After thanking Corscan, Kim signed and initialed the waiver where Bob indicated, then gave Corscan back her pen and watched while she signed and initialed the document in several more places before Bob and Ms. Li finalized it by signing as witnesses in the proper places.
   Quickly reshuffling the papers into two piles, Bob returned one of them to his briefcase and shut it before turning and handing the second set to Kim.
   “This would be your copy Ms. Possible.” Bob said.
   “Ok, thank you Mr. Thorne.” Kim said as she took her copy of the waiver and put it into her backpack.
   “Is there anything else you need me for Ms. Mataii?” Bob asked after Kim took the papers from him, turning to Corscan while he picked up his briefcase.
   “No, that’s everythin’ for tonight Bob, have a good evenin’.” Corscan replied.
   “And you too Ms. Mataii.” Bob answered before turning and heading out towards the main exit of the dome.
   “Well, looks like we’re almost ready to get started now Kim.” Corscan said. “Is there anythin’ you wanna do before we begin? Want a little somethin’ to eat or need to use the bathroom or anythin’?”
   “No thank you. I pretty much did all of that on the plane Corscan.” Kim answered.
   “All right then.” Corscan said, heading out into the main room once more with Kim and Ms. Li following along with her.
   “Now, there are about a dozen security cameras spread out around the room, an’ for tonight, they’ll all be trained on the main area here, recordin’ our fight so that there’ll be a video record of it afterwards.” Corscan said to Kim. “Since they don’t record sound, you don’t need to sign any release forms for the footage to be used legally. You ok with that?”
   “What do you mean?” Kim asked.
   “Well, I could mass market the footage or put it up on the Internet or somethin’ if I wanted to…” Corscan said with a smile.
   Kim laughed and answered; “Given how much news and television footage there is of me doing stuff like this out there already, I really don’t think one more will make a difference. Not to mention some of the other… things, that are on some of my fan sites.” Kim blushed slightly and looked away at the last part, unsure of why she had brought up that particularly embarrassing detail of her life.
   “All right then, one last thing an’ we can get started. Hui?” Corscan looked at Ms. Li and she nodded back, looking on with obvious attention now. Turning back to Kim, Corscan continued. “We fight until one of us admits the other one is better than she is, or until one of us can’t go on anymore.”
   “Ok.” Kim answered.
   “If it’s me, I’ll set you up with transport an’ gear provided anytime, anywhere, for as long as you want it, no strings attached. If it’s you… well… your ass is mine.” Corscan grinned evilly. “Anythin’ I want, for one day, so long as it ain’t sure to get’cha hurt or killed, it ain’t illegal where you’re doin’ it, an’ you don’t need to hurt anyone that doesn’t have it comin’. Agreed?”
   At the end of her statement Corscan held out her hand to Kim, and after a brief moment to consider one last time, Kim took it and answered “Agreed.” Corscan’s grip was strong and much firmer than last time, holding Kim’s hand so tightly it was just shy of being a challenge to the girl, and Corscan looked deep into Kim’s fern-green eyes as she said; “Agreed” resolutely in return. Kim understood, and nodded once, squeezing Corscan’s hand equally while she looked back into her gold-flecked hazel eyes and said “Agreed” once more, with the same resolve. Corscan nodded back; word had been given.
   Breaking into a playful, amused grin, Corscan squeezed Kim’s hand a little tighter while softly saying; “Y’know if I was evil I’d punch you in the head right now, right?”
   With the serious air broken, Kim grinned back and answered; “You’d try.” while matching Corscan’s grip as best she could.
   “Heh…” Corscan released Kim’s hand and turned to Ms. Li. “Well, you heard the girl, we have an arrangement an’ business to get down to.”
   “As you say Ms. Mataii, as you say.” Ms. Li answered. “I shall see that the two of you are not disturbed unless it is absolutely necessary. Medical teams will be standing by should either of you need them, and we have positioned a jet helicopter outside of the exit nearest your quarters should medevac be required. Is there anything else you need of me Ms. Mataii?”
   “No Hui, that’s fine, that’s just fine.” Corscan answered.
   Ms. Li nodded and turned to Kim.
   “I wish you luck in your endeavors young Ms. Possible.” Ms. Li said formally with a half-bow, and Kim bowed back and thanked her before the woman turned and left the dome through the double doors.
   “An’ now here we are, all alone…” Corscan’s voice drew Kim’s attention back to her as the big woman started moving out onto the blue circle in the center of the room. Setting her backpack down against the nearest wall, Kim followed her out onto the mats.
“So, would you like to warm up with me a little, or are you gonna try startin’ cold? Corscan said with a wry smile.
   “What did you have in mind?” Kim asked her.
   “Some Escrima sparrin’ to get the blood flowin’, an’ then mebbi some heavier staff work to finish up?” Corscan answered.
   “Ok, that sounds good to me.” Kim said. She had a general familiarity with Escrima techniques, and well over half the styles of Kung Fu she knew taught some form of staff work as part of the discipline.
   While Corscan headed towards the weapons displayed on the far side of the room, Kim settled onto the floor and started doing some stretching warm-ups. It was interesting knowing a real fight was coming but having time to fully prepare for it. Kim liked the way she could savor what she was feeling while she got ready too; nervous and edgy, but also keyed up and eager, with just a little bit of fear thrown into the mix to make things interesting, thanks to seeing Corscan’s earlier display of capability.
   Kim snorted softly and smiled to herself as she thought; Hey, maybe this is what I’ll do for a living. Kim Possible; professional ass-kicker. UFC, here I come.
   “Do you want to use Rattan sticks or Kamagong, Kim?” Corscan said loudly from the weapons area.
   “Ummm, I know what the Rattan ones are, but what’s Kamagong?” Kim practically shouted back while continuing to stretch out.
   “Ironwood. Y’know, the skull-crackers.” Even though she couldn’t see it, Kim was sure Corscan was smiling as she said that.
   “Rattan’ll be fine.” Kim answered.
   “Ok. You prefer the usual twenty-eight inch ones or the shorter twenty inch ones? Or mebbi one long an’ a short dagger instead?”
   Jeez, how many freaking sticks do you have over there anyway? Kim thought to herself before looking up and seeing that Corscan was standing next to a raised wicker basket that appeared to have several dozen handles rising from it. Never mind, forget I asked. Kim concluded with an amused grin.
   “A pair of twenty eights please and thank you.” Kim answered.
   “Hardwood or bamboo for your staff?” Corscan asked a few moments later.
   “Bamboo please.”
   “Cane wrapped or plain?”
   “Wrapped.”
   “Jo or Bo?”
   “Hmmm, what do you think would be better?” Kim asked back.
   “Bo makes more sense if we’re steppin’ up from Escrima; takes more effort.” Corscan answered.
   “Ok, gimme a Bo then please.”
   By the time Kim finished her first set of warm-ups and was getting back to her feet, Corscan had returned to the mats. As Kim watched, Corscan dropped one cane-wrapped staff about twenty feet from the center of the area and then tossed the second one to Kim, the six-foot length spiraling around its center axis as it flew upright through the space between them. Kim snagged the staff out of the air neatly and spun it around herself a few times to dissipate the momentum it carried before she dropped it to the floor as well.
   Smiling, Corscan moved to the center of the room and set the two pair of long Rattan sticks she carried on the floor while Kim started her first set of standing stretches. Moving back to about halfway between her staff and the sticks, Corscan stood and watched Kim with an appraising eye for a bit before languidly raising her arms overhead and sort of… undulating, from side to side while stretching out fully on her tiptoes.
   Dropping back down to the soles of her feet and lowing her arms, Corscan brought her left knee up to her chest and then, with a half-smile and an ever so slightly raised eyebrow of invitation, extended her leg up fully, lightly holding it in the standing forward splits position with her left arm.
   “Oh, so that’s how it is, eh?” Kim murmured softly with a tight little smile before she turned towards Corscan and slowly duplicated the move.
   Her smile deepening, Corscan released her calf and slowly lowered her leg, but instead of stopping when her foot brushed the floor, she continued moving it behind her while leaning forward at the waist, arcing her leg back in unison until she had reversed her original pose on the vertical plane, with her left leg now held straight up behind her and her upper body bent over fully and pressed tight against her right leg.
   Still smiling, Kim easily followed suit, and then, after a few seconds in the new position, giggled and said; “Finished.” when she realized there was no way the other woman could know she was done.
   “Mmmmhmmm…” rolled across the room, and a half-minute later, “Ready.”
   Twisting her neck sharply and flipping her hair to the side, Kim was just barely able to get an upside down glimpse of Corscan as she now stood in an upright side splits position, her torso held at an angle to her right with her left hand gripping her ankle tightly and the muscles of her right leg twitching and rippling as she held the position through a combination of strength and balance.
   “Ohhh-kay.” Kim muttered as she considered her options. She knew she could do the position, but she wasn’t entirely sure how to get there from the one she was in now without falling over. After a few more moments thinking it through Kim finally came up with a game plan.
   Pivoting her upraised leg while twisting her torso to the side as she did so, Kim managed the standing side splits first, holding her upper body off her leg with her right arm. Then she lowered her left leg to the side just enough so that she could raise her torso and grab her calf with her left hand and then pull both her torso and leg up into the same position Corscan held.
   “Ok, so what now?” Kim quipped with a smirk as she settled into the pose.
   “Try this.” Corscan responded before leaning to the side even farther and resting her extended right hand on the floor with a little thump as she dropped her torso the rest of the way to avoid falling over. Then she locked her arm, and with nearly every muscle in her body tensing with the effort of balance, slowly shifted her hips and legs to the right until she was facing Kim doing a one-armed handstand with her legs still spread in a side splits above her.
   Raising an eyebrow slightly, Kim considered why Corscan had chosen that position, as it was actually pretty easy to do if you knew what you were doing—even easier than the standing splits in some ways. That was, until she remembered the way the other woman had done the move very slowly instead of just dropping her arm and flipping her hips and leg to the side to get into it. Once she understood that Corscan was inviting her to follow suite in the same manner, Kim knew where the challenge was; the way Corscan had done it was more about power and controlled strength than balance.
   Licking her lips and smiling, Kim thought; trying to play to your strengths already, are we? as she began the same series of motions Corscan had done—only Kim did them even more slowly than the other woman had. By the end of it, Kim could feel a trembling strain burning in her shoulder, arm, front and side abs, and thighs, but it was worth it to let Corscan know she was going to have to do better than that to get to her.
   Looking at Corscan from her upside-down position, Kim smiled and initiated a challenge of her own. Lowering her other arm and moving into a more stable handstand position, Kim first slowly spiraled her legs overhead, moving from side splits to forwards splits and back again twice, once for each leg in the forward position. Then she bent her spine backwards at an almost ninety-degree angle so that her stomach, hips, and split legs were facing the ceiling above her. After holding the contortionist pose for a ten count, Kim slowly pulled herself upright until she was “simply” doing a handstand with her legs straight in the air above her.
   “Ow…” Corscan said with a grin before duplicating the feat exactly, though with a good degree more trembling and bunched muscle than Kim had had in the final step.
   Kim snickered and then launched herself off the floor with her arms, twisting around in midair before flipping her legs down and pulling her torso up so that she was upright and facing Corscan once again as she thrust her arms down between her now spread legs, landing on her hands and holding her legs out to either side of her arms in a straddle nearly six inches off the floor, as if she were using a pommel horse.
   Then Kim spent ten seconds trying to puff stray locks of hair out of her face with growing irritation as she had forgotten to flip her hair back during the move. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and shifted her weight and balance over to her left arm and quickly used her right hand to scrape her hair back out of her face before returning to the original two-handed position.
   “Interestin’.” Corscan said before she duplicated the performance—including the puffing and hair combing.
   Rip-snorting into a chuckle at the antics, Kim struggled to control her mirth as the burn of straining muscles added to her laugh reflex. Shaking her head, Kim’s smile twisted wickedly as she muttered “Ok then clown-girl, let’s see how you handle this…”
   With that, Kim broke into a full cycling pommel horse routine that was possible, but ten times harder to do, on a floor instead of a real pommel horse thanks to the lack of actual handles to work with and having solid floor under her scything, arcing legs instead of the mostly empty space around a pommel horse. After nearly a minute Kim was breathing heavily and starting to sweat, but she had performed nearly flawlessly despite the hampered space, and at last Kim finished up by dropping one hip to the floor and rolling onto her back, continuing the rotation of her scything legs into a break dancing style spinning kip up that took her to her feet.
   Sucking in air, Kim casually folded her arms under her breasts and leaned back into a relaxed stance while she watched Corscan with a hint of a smile and waited for her flush from the high cardio activity to dissipate.
   With a slight amused inclination of her head Corscan launched into the same style routine, though not the exact the same one Kim had performed. It was obvious that the effort of keeping herself high enough off the ground to stop her larger, more powerfully muscled legs from contacting the floor was much greater for her, but Corscan still managed to perform equally to Kim. When Corscan finally spun herself up onto her feet and it was over, Kim was left satisfied with the way she was breathing more heavily than Kim had been and wanting in that it seemed she was sweating less.
   With that, the game was on in earnest as Kim launched into a series of standing flips and tumbles that Corscan followed. Then the big woman took the lead with some running lines that got more and more elaborate as she and Kim added difficulty and variety to each pass. Soon each of them was doing chained series of handsprings, flips, side springs, horizontal Wushu spins, vertical spins, and aerial tumbles as the challenges continued to escalate.
   After about five minutes and ten exchanges later, Corscan finally held her right palm up to Kim as she was about to launch into her next planned pass and said; “Ok, enough. You got me. I could probably keep up with you quite a bit longer, but I’m workin’ at it now, an’ you obviously ain’t yet, so…”
   “Heh… score one for me then.” Kim grinned as she panted back.
   “Humph. More like score one for you an’ the laws of physics. You give me a slim, lithe frame like yours an’ I’ll run your pretty little ass into the ground any day of the week.”
   “Oh really?” Kim said, more amused and pleased by the compliment than irritated at the boast.
   “Count on it.” Corscan responded with a grin. “Alas as a big girl, you’ve got me beat in the long run. Can’t be helped.”
   “Well for a ‘big girl’ I’ve gotta admit you’re pretty good. Better than I would have expected for sure. But I’m still going to win this thing you know.” Kim responded with a grin of her own
Smiling, Corscan chuckled and said; “We’ll see, we’ll see.”
   Corscan padded over to the Escrima sticks in the center of the room and Kim quickly moved in to join her there. Picking up a pair of sticks in each hand, Corscan held both pair out to Kim, offering her the choice, and Kim decided to take the ones with the tiger stripe pattern and leave Corscan the spotted pair. Moving a few steps back from one another, both Kim and Corscan took a stick in each hand and lazily spun them around a few times before snapping up into a ready position and flashing through several katas and attack patterns, getting a feel for the weight and handling of their individual weapons. After a minute or so, Corscan nodded to Kim and she nodded back, indicating she was ready as well.
   Corscan stepped back to the center of the room, turning so that her right side was facing Kim and leaning forward on her bent right leg while she extended her left out behind her. Raising her right arm, Corscan extended her angled forearm towards Kim while holding her left arm out behind her, straight and parallel to her extended leg, and then waited. Kim stepped up and duplicated the position, resting her forearm against Corscan’s so that their crossed forearms and the Escrima sticks rising from their hands formed a perfect diamond between them.
   Looking intently into Kim’s fern-green eyes, Corscan intoned; “To compete is to win.”
   Kim nodded once, slowly, not breaking eye contact with Corscan. She had heard the double meaning phrase before. One interpretation was that the only valid option in a competition was winning; all other outcomes were meaningless or even dishonorable, and that competitors must focus solely on winning above all else. The other interpretation, the one that Kim had come to hold—at least when she was thinking straight anyway—and was all but certain Corscan meant as well, was that winning or losing was what was meaningless, and that it was what you put into the competition itself that mattered. To strive to do your very best, to push yourself past what you’ve done before, to become more than you are simply by trying as hard as you can, that was the true worth of competition, win or lose.
   Of course, winning didn’t hurt either, and Kim was determined to win tonight along with carrying away anything else she might gain from this competition with Corscan.
   Staring back into Corscan’s gold-flecked hazel eyes just as keenly, Kim tensed in anticipation as she signaled that she too was ready to begin by returning the saying solemnly.
   “To compete is to win.”
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