fandomhigh | Self Defense and Kickassery for Dummies; Thursday Fifth Period [1st. Class]

The students had been noticed ~~handwavily~~ that the class would take place in the Danger Shop. Once they arrived they would see the place looked pretty much like a dojo, and nothing else. Leaning on one of the pillars was the teacher, who didn't acknowledge or react to the students arriving until the time for her class started; for some Faith was probably just another student.

Once the time had come, Faith parted from the pillar, placing herself in front of the class.
"So, this is the deal."

She was wearing some casual clothes; comfortable enough to move freely, but nothing too excersise-oriented like, as it didn't go with her. The more perceptive students would notice she was probably as tense as them, but for the others she was just overly silent, and a little creepy. The first thing Faith did was motion everyone to sit down in the middle of the tatami. "My name is Faith; Faith Lehane. You will refer to me as Faith, and if I ever hear you calling me teacher or Ms. Lehane, I'll make your life a living hell. Where I come from, supernatural creatures like to lurk in the dark, and it's my job of sorts to hunt them down. The term for people like me is Slayer...and that's all you need to know." There, she was properly introduced now ."This is a course of self defense, as it's name tells. On every class we'll see different aspects of self defense and fighting techniques, from simple stuff to some other more complicated, but don't expect me to teach you how to kill a dude with your thumb only, or some secret martial arts shit; if you are here you probably feel like your strength isn't what you would want it to be, and so you need to learn some tricks to get your ass into gear if you need it." At that point she clapped once, rubbing her hands together.

"Well then, you came to the right place. Since this is the first class, we'll just go with the very basics, but before..." And this is when she smirked at them. "I want you all to stand up, say your name, reason to be here, and who do you want to beat the crap out some day."

And once they were done with it, Faith moved on to the actual course.

"Kihon is a Japanese term meaning "basics" or "fundamentals." The term is used to refer to the basic techniques that are taught and practiced as the foundation of most Japanese martial arts.

The practice and mastery of kihon is essential to all advanced training,　and includes the practice of correct body form and breathing, while practicing basics such as stances, punches, kicks, blocks, and thrusts, but it also includes basic representative kata. You want to learn your kata pretty damn well.

Kihon techniques tend to be practiced often, in many cases during each practice session; these will work as our warm-up. They are considered fundamental to mastery and improvement of all movements of greater complexity. Kihon in martial arts can be seen as analogous to basic skills in, for example, basketball. Professional NBA players continue to practice dribbling, passing, free throws, jump shots, etc. in an effort to maintain and perfect the more complex skills used during a basketball game. Practice makes the master."

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Aw, it wasn't airheadedness. Just a total spazout of Slayer-fangirl glee.

Kennedy blinked. "I go home a few times a semester, yeah. I don't think we're, like, trapped."

...For Faith, it was hard to tell.

"I see." She had been told that before, probably, but she didn't remember it. Well, Kennedy -and Tar- would find out what was going to happen with them...and here Faith felt a little guilty for knowing Tara's future.

"I'll have to return home and punch certain someone then."

If she meant a certain skinless guy who was supposed to be dead what the hell, not that Kennedy knew about that yet either, well... she wouldn't object to the punching.

Actually there were a few people where future-her wouldn't have a problem with the concept of Faith punching them on general principle.

...timelines. Ow.

"Cool," decided the Kennedy of here and now, who wasn't sure at all what Faith meant but hey, she was a Slayer, if she wanted to go home and punch someone then she damn well had every right to do it (thank you, entitled worldview). Besides, she'd just made up her mind she had a new role model.

Her Watcher had just developed a spontaneous migraine, not so coincidentally.

No, she wanted to punch Giles. In a friendly manner, of course. Maybe.

For Warren she had more than a punch. A lot more.

Do you feel it? The vein pumping in your forehead? Get used; it's a keeper, that little bastard.

"...How old were you again?"

Oh. That... yeah, Kennedy might object a little, someday. A more distant someday, on the other hand, that might be different.

"Seventeen next week," she said, a little sullen, and figuring she was about to be told it was too late for her now.

Don't worry Kennedy, Faith wasn't planning to hurt the Brit...much. Just enough to make a point; never send someone like Faith to deal with the craziest shit of the universe...verses. Whatever.

"Huh, I guess it will be virgin drinks for you then."

Kennedy let her jaw drop and pretended to look betrayed. "Aw, come on. What fun is that?"

"Be glad that I'm kinda sorta offering you to go at Caritas some day...now, the drinking policy might be useless in my place...but I'm not supposed to talk about this stuff with a student, Potential or not." Yet she did, and was seriously considering it. Because what the hell, she was from her universe, she knew her -in a weird way- and she wanted to see her drunk, if only a little.

"Please, the bar here doesn't even card," scoffed Kennedy. "Radio reports on students at Caritas all the freaking time and nobody cares. Bet that takes some of the fun out of it, huh?"

"It somehow is less rewarding when there is no punishment involved, yeah." Well, Fandom seemed to be a pretty nifty place for younglings then.

"Well, some of this days, I'll drag you there."

Kennedy narrowed her eyes, pretending to consider this very carefully. "Yeah," she finally drawled, deadpan (she might subconsciously be trying to imitate Faith just a little bit), "you're so gonna have to twist my arm."

The imitation was so cute Faith almost smirked. "I can and I will, Kennedy, have no doubt of that."

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