fandomhigh | Self Defense and Kickassery for Dummies; Thursday Fifth Period [2ndst. Class]

One by one the students would be dropping by on their nicely simulated dojo, only to find Faith already there, stretching. Well, at least it was better than to be greeted by a completely uninterested glance. This time as well she kept it quiet until the time for her class actually started as well. Being as unresourceful as she was with words, she wasn't about to misuse the few ones she had prepared beforehand. Still, each student would get a small nod as a greeting, and then ordered to sit quietly on the tatami -no chairs this time, but the padded floor was pretty comfortable-, or to stretch as well; as long as they remained silent, it was fine for her.

Once the time for the class to start actually arrived, she got the group sitting in the tatami, and cleared her throat.

"And now it's time for class number two; I expect you have been training all this time."

She didn't, actually, but it was fun to make them feel guilty.

"Last time we got into the basics, and saw our first kata; hard isn't it? At least for those without experience, the approach was probably a pain in the ass." Faith smirked. "That was the idea; that kata isn't the first or the easier that there is; actually, it's a pretty long one, considering most katas last less than a minute." Oh Faith, you were such a bad, bad person. "Anyway, this second class was thought to be focused entirely on learning a new kata, but come on, you didn't sign into this class to do the same stuff all the time. So, while we will be seeing another kata indeed, and I promise this one will be far more accessible, I'll also test your overall fighting skills; one by one I'll be having a one-on-one with you." Malicious smiles ensued here as Faith walked around the group. "This won't be a real fight, and I'll be letting you land some attacks on me, actually, but this will serve for me to be able to point your weak spots, so you can keep them in mind if you ever need to defend yourselves."

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Scully slammed her elbow back, not as effectively as she once would have, and tried to stomp on Faith's foot at the same time, hard. The mental reflexes were there, even if the body's were no where near as directed.

Faith let the elbow go, and even let the woman stomp her foot. Right after the stomping though, she moved her free foot forward, her hand shooting out and placing itself on her shoulder again...but this time she took it a little further, and using the foot Scully was stepping in to rotate she spun as her other leg delivered a swift kick on Scully's left ankle, bringing the woman down, but taking care of not slamming her against the floor; Faith was holding Scully with one hand before she just let go, making her fall harmlessly with a little thud.

"Okay...that one hurt, but you never tried to take me down. You assumed I would just start jumping in one foot and give you an opening; if someone wants to hurt you, they won't assume you just will scream and run; people are ready to get hurt in order to hurt."

Scully grimaced in frustration, wanting to snap I know this but aware that her performance so far wouldn't back that up. She nodded sharply, and scrambled back to her feet. "Right."

Then she aimed a kick at Faith's knee, and then threw a punch at her jaw. Both well-aimed, but too slow, and her balance was off-- she knew it, could feel it, but couldn't correct quickly.

Faith avoided the knee hit, for inches, but the punch found her face. Really, she should be more pissed than that, and yet she wasn't. "...Well, that's better," Yeah, it didn't really hurt. Faith crouched, and delivered a precise kick to Scully's legs. What? She had punched her in the face!

A much harder thud this time, and Scully was rolling over as fast as she could, and kicking out toward Faith blindly as she staggered back to her feet. Taller person, larger person, faster person, how to try and take her down-- She ducked her head, and aimed a tackle right at Faith's midsection, gritting her teeth and giving it everything her smaller body had, trying to get her to fold with impact.

Fuck she is some sort of crazy mini bull of HELL! Because , what the what?!

Someone charging blindly at her would have ended with several things broken, but Faith couldn't just dispatch her like that. So she took the hit, again. She was so going to feel it tomorrow. Once Scully's head was under her armpit, she literally lifted her by the waist, and then applied what was certainly the weirdest German Suplex ever made on history, taking care of not breaking the little bull. Yeah, that one was sticking.

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"Owwwwwww."

Ow. Ow. Okay, if Faith had been a serial killer, Scully would be dead now. "That was ... very effective." She sat up, face pinched up in pain, breathing hard. "Damnit." She shouldn't have been able to do that! Most women would not be able to just lift her even if she was smaller than usual at that angle, and... and... "Thank you for not dropping me on my head."

Because she could have, and Scully had the feeling Faith might be making a point about that with the ... whatever it was that just landed her on the mats. Owwwww.

The teacher crouched, partly convinced she wasn't about to get jumped by the mini bull again. "The thought crossed my mind, but I wasn't about to break your neck."

Faith made a little wince. "If I weren't me, you would have left me out of combat with that tackle-charge-thing."

"I would hope so. Or I'd be in a wheelchair at the least." Scully winced, and carefully rolled her shoulders, checking for anything more than bruises; nothing. "What did I do wrong?"

Faith was still standing, Scully wasn't; ergo, she made an error, somewhere.

Wheelchairs sucked, big time. Or comas, Faith knew.

"What did you-- Girl, you blindly charged at an empowered demon killing person with a bad attitude. Besides that...you let your anger get the best of you."

Scully's face flooded with color, and she closed her eyes for a second before she got her breath back. "Right." She knew better. She did. She hadn't even been angry with Faith, but with the situation, and-- "Stupid." She climbed to her feet, gritting her teeth, then stopped, trying to calm down again. "What would you suggest I do first instead?"

Faith straightened as well. "Use that smart brain of yours. Asses, calculate, decide. Heck shoot from a distance? Get into comfortable ground if you can. And if you can't...the tackle was fine."

"I'm comfortable with firearms," Scully commented, most of her composure back in place. "And -- thanks. Your points are well-taken."

Even if Scully was going to beat her head on her desk for an hour for her lack of impulse control today.

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