Katara and Troah stood opposite of each other in the ring. "You know I won't go easy on you… right?" Katara asked, mockingly. "Same right back at you, Katara," Troah replied, a small smile on his face. The stood staring at each other for a moment "may the best ninja win," Troah said. "Whatever," Katara responded.
Katara and Troah stared at each other a moment longer, their training and missions pushed to the back of their minds. They surged forward, kunai drawn. Going straight for the physical attacks; not worrying to much on the jutsu's. The blades clashed against each other, neither on missing a step, they were nothing more than blurs as they fought.
"I think we've been training together too much... we know each others moves too well," Troah said with a smile. Katara just looked at him. Troah lunged forward, Katara followed in suit. Their kunai's locked, standing in the middle of the arena, pushing each other's strength. Each time one of them tried to overpower the other, the other managed to match it before they faltered.
"Looks like we're too evenly matched," Troah laughed, straining against Katara's strength. "You talk too much," Katara said, pushing hard against his kunai and sending him sprawling backwards. Troah regained his balance in time to block Katara's next attack. He jumped back, putting his kunai away. "Fine… time to end this game," he said, beginning to do hand signals.
"Summon Mutai Jutsu!" he called. A husky came out of nowhere and attacked Katara. Its silver-grey coat gleaming as its white jaws found Katara's arm… forcing her to the ground. Troah shook his head as he approached Katara, who was still held down by the husky. Katara struggled, "what do you feed your dog? Bricks?" she asked.
She recognized his silence; he was channelling his chakra into a rope. "Well, looks like the great Katara isn't so strong after all… man this was too easy…" he said, beginning to tie her to a stray piece of wood. Katara, strangely enough, had a smug smile on her face, though she didn't let Troah see it.
Katara muttered something under her breath, doing hand signals beneath the chakra-ropes that bound her. She kept her eyes on Troah, making sure he couldn't see what she was doing. She saw a clone of herself begin to form and travel through Troah's shadow, her smug smile returned. Especially after she realized that Troah still didn't know what she was up to. 'Surely he should suspect… oh well,' Katara thought, keeping her eyes on her clone now.
A shadow form of Katara seemed to come out of Troah, a kunai at hand. It menacingly stabs Troah's shadows arms, while still attached to him. Troah winces in pain confused as blood begins to freely flow from his arms, "what the?" he asked himself. His eyes fell on Katara, "how are you…?" he asked. The binds loosened around Katara and she got free. "That's a secret," she said, "and you… just lost the match."
She hit Troah hard, sending him flying up against the far wall. Troah hits the wall, making cracks in it and falls to the floor in a limp heap. Katara smiled satisfactorily, proud of her victory. 'Just goes to show that the great Katara is more than a match for you, Troah,' she thought.
Katara walked over to him, offering him a hand up. Troah looks at it, sceptically. "It's just a hand, Troah," Katara said. "No trick?" he asked. "No trick," Katara confirmed. Troah slowly took and allowed Katara to help him up, feeling a little winded from flying into a wall. "Thanks," he said, smiling slightly.
"The winner, Katara," the examiner said, sounding almost bored. "Alright Troah… you owe me Ramen," Katara said, jokingly trying to raise Troah's spirits. "What? Why?" Troah asked, in alarm. "You lost," Katara said. "We never made a bet," Troah laughed. "Well, now we did," Katara said, walking up to where Anko and Soma were.