Harry quickly spun away from the heel kick aimed at his midsection. As his body began rotating a full three hundred and sixty degrees, his left palm shot out and knocked the kick away by striking his opponents calf. Before completing his spin, the elbow of his right arm came up in an attack that would have dislocated his opponent's jaw if it struck.
Naturally, the attack didn't.
Katrina darted backwards by one step, then came back in with a powerful one-two high kick, low kick combination that forced Harry to back pedal. The attacks were so fast that one of the kicks, one aimed towards his head, actually managed to graze Harry's nose, shaving off a single epidermis layer of his skin.
This did not faze Harry one bit. If anything, the close call left him more excited for this sparring session than before.
The two continued to trade blows, attacking and counter attacking with their respective styles. It was easy to see both the similarities and differences contained within their respective fighting styles. Both styles of combat relied on speed, the use of human weak points, and powerful counter attacks designed to take out an enemy with a single strike. The differences lay in their movements.
Katrina was a form of grace and elegance. Every move she made led into her next one. Her attacks flowed together like a stream of water that never ended unless broken up by Harry. At the same time her movements were instinctive and unpredictable. Harry doubted even Katrina herself knew what her next attack would be. And while it was possible to determine what her next move would be when she used a longer range of motion, those moments were rare. She had a very minimalist approach to combat.
At the opposite end of the spectrum was Harry. His moves, while holding all the grace of a dancer, were much more flashy and straightforward. He spun and ducked and weaved and jumped, constantly moving around the woman he was sparring as he continued to look for an opening he could extrapolate on. There was a much wider range of motion in his attack pattern. It was both an advantage and disadvantage. It gave him a much wider range of attacks and positions he could exploit, but it also used more energy and a skilled practitioner of martial arts could come up with a number of counters to his style.
Of course, that just gave him more incentive to get better.
Their styles were also different in how they used their bodies. Katrina stuck mainly to using her feet for attacks and her hands to parry attacks, only using them for the occasional sneak attack towards his throat or another place around his neck and head. Harry did not confine himself to just using those four appendages for attack or defense, he also utilized his elbows and knees to great effect, as his sparring partner found out a number of times in recent days.
It was clear by now that the pair had been at this for a while now. Harry and Katrina were both covered in a layer of sweat, their uniforms were sticking to their bodies and sweat was liberally flying off both hair and skin as they danced around each other.
Equally obvious was that neither really wanted this spar to end. The two were tied for the number of hits this session had, and their competitive streak was at an all time high. Especially Harry's, who wondered if this would be the day he finally beat Katrina in a spar.
There was an old saying that all good things must eventually end, and that unfortunately included this spar. The end came not from a decisive hit that gave one or the other a clear-cut victory, but from Katrina accidentally slipping on the layer of sweat that had been accumulating on the sparring mat.
"WOAH!"
"OOF!"
It was an awkward position that the two found themselves in after Katrina's unfortunate fall. She had been mid kick, aiming at the left side of Harry's torso when she slipped. Harry had moved forward, prepared to throw her attack off course with a well placed parry and then counter with a double palm thrust to the chest when she had slipped. And because she had slipped, her foot ended up moving high than he had anticipated, knocking him upside the head with her metatarsal's and phalange's actually managing to hook themselves around the back of his head and drag her down into him. The end result was Katrina falling onto her back with Harry Potter falling face first into Katrina's sweat soaked chest.
"Oh my," Katrina giggled impishly as she stared down at Harry's hair with a teasing grin as she fluttered her eyelashes at the raven haired boy. "So forward, Mister Potter. Don't you know you're supposed to at least take a woman on a date first before trying something like this, you naughty little boy you."
Even Harry, who cared very little for romance, understood the woman's words and their meaning. He personally blamed Lisa for that. Lisa and those trashy romance novels she read so much.
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