Chapter Three: Combat Training

[backinthsaddle]

Cole's managed to get signed up, last minute, for one of the self-defense courses at his college to use as a refresher, and to learn some new techniques. But for now, he plans to start passing along what he already knows, so long as he can figure out the best way to be a teacher.

He has the workout room outfitted with floor mats and cleared of machines so there's enough room to spar without tripping over or falling into things, and he has handwraps in case things stray into boxing type territory. But he's going to see what she seems more comfortable with first, then go from there.

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[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Her eyebrows shoot up, concerned, and she says, "Gosh, are you okay?"

It's like watching a magic trick to her, and it's hard for her to conceive that someone can dive at the ground like that and not have it hurt.

((Darn. I'll just refresh every so often. When do you want to start Clarking?))

[backinthsaddle.livejournal.com]

He pops right up again, right as rain. "Yeah, I'm fine." And he doesn't show any signs of really being in pain. "You might get a bit bruised up at first, and especially if you're in a real fight on a real hard surface instead of floor mats, though."

((That's what I'm doing too, yeah. And I dunno - with the notif problems, definitely not tonight, I don't think. It's hard when you gotta switch accounts.))

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Okay," she says, dubiously, circling him, giving him an assessing look, up and down. Satisfied that he isn't hiding some secret injury, she nods. "Can you do it again, so I can see?"

[backinthsaddle.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing." He repeats the move, doing the tuck and roll, wishing there was a way to do this slower without wrecking the visual. He knows enough to be able to roll back into a fighting stance after a fall like that, but leaves that part out, since she's just learning.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She mouths 'wow' and breaks into a huge grin. "That's amazing! And I'll be able to do that, one day, maybe." She undoes her hair tie, reties it behind her, rolling her shoulders back.

[backinthsaddle.livejournal.com]

"You should. Practice makes perfect, even when it comes to falling." He smiles at her encouragingly. "In a fight it's pretty important to get right back up as soon as you're done falling, but right now we'll just focus on the first part."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Sounds good," she says, with a ghost of a laugh, stretching one arm over the side of her body, the other one, too. Then she kind of... gently lowers herself down to do a somersault. "That didn't count!" she chirps.

[backinthsaddle.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head a little, smiling. "Same basic idea though. Try to go at an angle, sort of like you're rolling out of bed in the morning."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She does, lowering one shoulder before the other, curling to protect her neck, and around she goes! She glances up at him from the floor, uncertainly, wondering if she did it right.

[backinthsaddle.livejournal.com]

"Good." A bit slow for if it was for real, but that's nothing bad at this stage, not at all. "It's okay to get your arms up a little bit more if you need to protect your head, but you did good."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She reaches up to clamp her hands at the back of her neck, elbows behind her, and she pushes off with her fit and spins again. That does feel better, and this time when she looks up at him she smiles.

[backinthsaddle.livejournal.com]

"Very good. In a real fight you might not get the chance, but let's get you used to having everything in your favor first before we start taking safety nets away."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"That sounds like a good plan. Could we... could we practice, the hand-to-hand stuff? I'm a bit nervous of how I'll react in a situation."

[backinthsaddle.livejournal.com]

"Sure. Where do you want to start?"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"I... honestly, I don't know where to start."

[backinthsaddle.livejournal.com]

"Maybe boxing? It's focused on evasion rather than blocking a lot of the time, and it'll help your footwork. You won't have to try to hit me, just avoid when I jab at you."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She nods her head. "That'll work." Mostly what she's afraid of is being overpowered in close quarters, but boxing is a good move toward practicing for that.

[backinthsaddle.livejournal.com]

"Okay. I've got handwraps just in case we decided to do this sort of thing. Even if you aren't trying to hit me, it can help support your wrists if you fall and try to catch yourself. Let me show you how to put them on." It's like a giant roll of not-quite-sticky tape, and he shows her how to unfurl it across the wrists and the bottoms of the hands, and once over the fleshy bit between the thumb and the rest of the hand, to hold it in place.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She touches his wrist, touching that tape, head cocked to the side, eyes following his motions as he wraps. She's noting how tightly he wraps, the direction. "That reminds me. I'm gonna have a lot of protecty stuff when I patrol."

[backinthsaddle.livejournal.com]

"That's a good idea, so long as it doesn't restrict movement too much." He holds up one wrist, the one she's not touching. "Might be good to do this underneath, for extra support. Are you thinking about Kevlar?"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I am. But I've heard that doesn't have stellar flexibility. I'd have to do some hands-on research."

[backinthsaddle.livejournal.com]

"I think they make bullet-resistant fabrics now. They're expensive, though." He hands the 'tape' over to her, so she can try to mimic what he did to protect his wrists.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"I'll see if I can get ahold of something. I might know a guy who knows a guy." She takes the wrap, pulls the tape, slips up her sleeves. It's a rare occassion that she does that. Some of the scars still look puffy and raw and new. And then starts going to work. At first she starts wrapping too tightly, and then she stops, undoes it, and starts again. It's too tight, again. Maybe, in a way, she's trying to force her body away, and she can't do that gently.

[backinthsaddle.livejournal.com]

"If you make it too tight, you won't be able to bend your wrists..."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"I know," she says, a tad fretfully. "I'm having a hard time with it."