Disclaimer: I do not own Kagome, but Joss is my OC creation. Steal her and the copyright demons will visit come pay you a visit. Don't forget to check under the bed :P
Author's Note: Drabble two in which Kagome begins her training.
Pwned: "to be defeated by a superior power"
Pwned
Feminine grunts were punctuated heavy thuds and the strong riffs of an electric guitar ripped from large speakers.
Kagome's skin glistened with sweat as she poised to strike again. She sprang and landed a kick that sent the punching bag spinning from its suspended chain. She didn't let up, sinking a rapid succession of punches into the reeling target.
"Atta girl!" Joss praised with a whoop. "Kick his sorry ass!"
Joss Malcolm and her mother taught self-defense in the Onikamasu Dojo. When Kagome called her up a few days ago, Joss had been more than thrilled to arrange private lessons for her friend. She tried to encourage all women to take self-defense classes and she took great pride in transforming meek girls into self-reliant towers of strength. Luckily, Kagome was in pretty good shape so the pair of them focused on teaching Kagome's body how to fight.
Joss was more than a little surprised by the determination and seriousness in Kagome. Considering what she had heard from Kagome's trio of friends, her boyfriend seemed to be a real piece of work. Though the three had used terms like possessive, rude and thoughtless, whereas Kagome contradicted that he was just very protective. He never got rough with her (though he did have a coarse mouth) and anyone who threatened her would get the beating of a lifetime.
Kagome explained to Joss that she wanted to be able to stand up for herself in lieu of his absence. The American teen had nodded and said no further explanation was needed. So now, Joss was pretending to occupy herself with her own punching bag while secretly watching Kagome ferociously going after her target. She wondered who the poor sucker was that Kagome was envisioning as she worked up a good head of steam.
Vaguely, she heard Kagome spit the name "Kouga" followed by a particularly vicious kick that would've rendered any man incapable of reproducing.
Whoever he is, Joss mused with a smirk, the guy was gonna be in big trouble some day.
Kagome's lips curled in a feral grin as she executed a nearly flawless round-house kick. She lost her balance a bit when she made contact with the punching bag, but she remained on her feet.
At least I didn't land on my ass this ti-…
She forgot to sidestep the punching bag's pendulum swing and it retaliated her previous abuse by slamming right into her backside. She stumbled forward, tripped over her own feet and landed in an ungainly sprawl on the mat.
Joss strode forward and caught the madly spinning target with ease, making a valiant effort not to laugh. Kagome groaned and pushed herself up on her hands, sliding her knees under her. She huffed, blowing her bangs out of her eyes and glared darkly at her grinning friend.
"Don't you dare laugh," she growled dangerously.
To her credit, Joss kept her composure and propped an arm against the punching bag, leaning against it slightly.
"So, would you say that was kicking ass or getting your ass kicked?" she pondered cheekily.
Kagome's previous target loomed over her, gloating in victory, and her friend's companionable posture with the enemy made her temper spike. Without thought or warning, Kagome struck out with a powerful kick that sent the bag spinning and the next thing Joss knew, she was laying face first on the mat.
It took a few seconds for both to realize what Kagome had done and both teenagers erupted in howls of laughter.
Author's note: Onikamasu is the Japanese word for "Great Barracuda". I thought that was appropriate. :D