Shrugging at Anann, the Russo gladly helped her up off her rear. She too dusted herself off. Maybe sparring on the sand was not the best idea, but it did provide a much softer landing than on hard dirt. Anatoliy was definitely naive enough to believe she was apologizing for using a cheap move to get the upper hand, rather than any other implications. He himself was rather oblivious to what he felt, since he was sure it was just because she was a girl. It had happened in Russia, but he and that girl had been just friends. Maybe it was a thing that happened between opposite gendered friends? "It's done, so ve should just keep going, ya?"
Content that Anann was alright and up just fine, he spread his legs apart a bit into a fighting pose, hands up. "Come on zhen." Anatoliy waggled his hand at her, clearly forgiving her for her actions only moments ago. They were here to spar, and they would do so, even if Anann may have accidentally confused the Russo. And he was, just a little bit. But he would not voice it. Maybe he would have a conversation with his father about it. What a naive child of that Rurik.
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