fandomhigh | Defending Yourself [Monday, Period 1]

"Welcome back. Hope you all enjoyed your weekend." Max eyed his students. "And that you took the time to do your homework."

"Today's lesson is actually going to be short because I'm going to try leaving most of our time for some demonstrations, but there is something I'm hoping you all pick up on today: each of you has a set of instinctive reactions when threatened. Everyone has different ones, of course, but the lesson to learn is that most of them are useful. Maybe not all the time, or in all situations, and it's useful to be aware of when to fight your instincts, but it's also important to realize that no matter how new you all are to the concept, each and every one of you has some ideas about how to defend yourself. And not all of those ideas are bad ones."

"For instance," another look around, this time with a grin, "I gave you a homework assignment last week I gave you a homework assignment with very little guidance, and I'm willing to bet that you all managed to do it. And I also suspect that most of you came up with something the others didn't, if only because of the way you think about things."

"So let's see them. Everyone take a moment to show us what you've brought, and explain why you picked it. And feel free to talk ideas with each other."

And then Max's grin turned downright evil, and he nodded toward the door that wasn't part of the usual classroom setup (thank you, Danger Shop!). "While you're doing that, you'll find a list of your names in ~~totally random~~ order by the door. If you're at the top of the list, come on through for a personal evaluation." That totally wasn't going to be an ambush so that Max could evaluate your instinctive reactions to surprise attacks. Unless it was.

Hint: it totally was.

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Good move. But Max wasn't up. Nope. He was behind the door.

Waiting.

Kenzi was now crouching a bit, below eye-level. Because dude, she just knew something was going to be thrown at her head.

Then she scurried for a desk, looking around wildly for Max.

Oooh, scurrying. Good plan!

Max didn't so much scurry as charge out from behind the door like, well, a really big guy charging at Kenzi.

Screaming. Lots of it. Also, kicking out as hard as possible with those steel-toed boots, and then trying to hide under the desk!

Oh, the kicking was pretty good. And Max could tell because one of those boots connected with his shin.

He hissed and bounced back, giving Kenzi some space.

"Mean!" Kenzi called. Then started trying to crawl very quickly to the nearest window to get the hell out of there.

"Hey, you knew how to react, at least." So that was totally good. At least for this class.

Kenzi stopped when she was perched on the windowsill, panting for breath. "Well, yeah." Sheesh. "That it? For now?" she qualified it.

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