The Right Tools, Tuesday Period Four

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Kerrigan couldn't be here," River said, not quite managing to hide the worry she felt. "So today I will be your teacher." At least she felt she had a grasp of the subject.

The Danger Room was set up like bar, complete with holographic guests that kept talking in the background. "The subject of today's class is hand-to-hand combat," she continued, taking a few slow steps forward. "Useful in many situations. You might be threatened. Someone" - here she shot a glare at Lee - "might whine until your head hurts. A multitude of reasons, yet you have to chose the timing well. Know your own skills and your limits, as in all dangerous situations. Sometimes it's better to run." She smiled and stretched her arms out, spinning around. "Sometimes better to dance. In fact, it's like a dance. Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow. That's not the important part. Just need to know which role you play in every moment. I lead. She grabbed one of the illusory guests and flung him across the floor. He stumbled to his feet, shouted something and launched himself at her. River moved close, then spun around and kicked his legs, making him lose his balance and once again sending him sprawling on the floor, gasping for air. "I follow. Elaborating the steps, impressing my partner."

She looked at the class. "I will demonstrate further." Turning around, she dropped her coat on the floor, and advanced towards the remaining bar guests.

When the last holographic victim lay on the floor, River turned again, raising an eyebrow. "You understand?"

[wait for OCD is up!]

Comments

Re: Practise

[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

Gwen ducked back a bit, trying to keep out of his reach. Stupid shortness.

Re: Practise

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He didn't attack. Instead, he watched her carefully, taking in her stance, thinking over how she'd tried to punch him. Physical work like this took a while for him to settle into before he was comfortable. Too thinky for his own good.

Re: Practise

[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

As far as Gwen was concerned, anything that kept him from trying to hit her was good, especially if it gave her the opportunity to see if there was anything handy in the environment to use.

Re: Practise

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir was curious, since this wasn't Ino who knew him like a written page, and so decided to try something.

He move forward, quickly, and to the side.

Maybe he could herd her, control her movements to some extent. Or at least see what the result would be. It was worth a shot.

Re: Practise

[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

For now, Gwen let herself be herded, moving to keep the same amount of distance between them.

Re: Practise

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Finally, after a bit of consideration, he swung down into a lower stance and launched a kick toward her knee.

Re: Practise

[ihaveniceteeth.livejournal.com]

Gwen twisted to the side, grunting as his foot glanced off her calf. Using the momentum of her turn, she attempted to slam her shoulder against his chest, hoping to knock him off balance.

Re: Practise

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He took the hit on one side but rolled with it, moving with her momentum and turning his foot to try and catch her leg to pull it out from under her. The pain was pushed aside for a moment, easy enough to do, as he worked on the physics and the forces and the movements as they happened.