Prompt: "mikasa and sasha in a fight"
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Jean's the one who first brings up the idea of going to a pub. It seems like a good idea, at first, but it's a general rule that pubs are usually packed with drunken patrons during Friday nights. Drunken patrons who are usually drunk enough to try and grope even soldiers from the Recon Corps. Usually, a firm swat on their hands is enough to send them away, but apparently this isn't always the case.
All hell breaks loose when a hand came much too close to Christa's ass and Ymir launches a hook that sends a patron spinning before he drops on the wooden floor. It's a blur from there. Suddenly, the entire room of soldiers and civilians are swinging their fists and throwing beer bottles.
Sasha's dodging hits from left and right when her back suddenly collides with someone. "You're lucky it's just me and not someone else." Mikasa says, her back pressing against the shorter girl's. "You haven't forgotten what I told you already, I hope."
Sasha dodges a straight punch and pivots, moving her hips as she throws an uppercut that lands on her attacker's jaw, sending him an inch into the air before unceremoniously dropping and hitting his head on a nearby table. "What do you think?" Sasha asks, grinning proudly.
"Not bad." Mikasa smirks. "You need to keep your hands up more, though."
"Does this mean we can move on to groundfighting during hand-to-hand practice?" Sasha asks, wriggling her eyebrows.
Mikasa chuckles. "Maybe."