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Multi-Disciplinary Self Defense, 7th Period

Duncan stands at the front of the classroom. He looks much more serious than has been usual for gym class. He seems already stretched out and limber. Large mats have been lain out on the floor. Several punching bags have been added. A trunk in one corner holds padded safety gear, including helmets.

“Okay, first things first. I’ll read off the class roster, and you raise your hand when I say your name. Angel. Vala Mal Doran. James Ford. Susan Ivanova. Jack Harkness. Cameron Mitchell. Han Solo. Susan Sto Helit. Buffy Summers. Kara Thrace .”

After that is done, he stands at the front of the group. “I want you to take a look through the safety gear. Pick helmets and padding, both for close fighting and fencing. Also, a glove for you to trade off taking punches. Make sure these things fit. If they don’t, I’ll see about ordering new ones once we have you measured. Everybody needs these. I don’t care how good you are, make sure you have fitting ones.” He waits for everyone to choose their gear.

“These go in a locker. Within reasonable limits, I want you to care for your gear. If you need repairs, though, talk to me.”

"Attendance is required. You can't learn if you aren't here *regularly*. If you aren't going to be here, don't waste my time and yours. Detention will be assessed for every unexcused absence."

“For this class, we go a unit at a time, starting with hand to hand. We’ll do a bit of fencing later in the semester, and knife fighting, provided people are interested, with practice weapons.”

“First part of the class goes over technique. Second part is open sparring. If you like, you can stay on late for the second part to go longer. The TA position is still open. If you are interested, talk to me after class. I’ll select one or two TAs depending on the skill levels of those applying.”

“Start off with stretching and warming up. If you have your own routine for that, I want to see it. If you don’t, raise a hand.”

OOC: Please note that I have a stiff schedule, and I understand that you might also. I leave posts open for at least two days for attendance.

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Jack raised his hand. "I have no idea where to start. I'm clueless."

Angel grinned. "I'll work with you if you want."

Jack grinned at him. "Be gentle with me. I'm new at this."

"Well okay," Angel said, with a perfect deadpan, "but if you go down it might be hard."

"Hey, I don't want you going soft on me," Jack said. "So, where do I put my hands to start?"

"Here," Angel did the stance himself. "Like this. Keep your knees bent."

Jack got into position. "Like this? I feel like I'm going to lose my balance and fall on my face."

"Not quite so low," Angel said. He showed Jack what he was talking about. "You don't want your knees locked. You've got nowhere to move if they are. You want to be loose, ready. Keep the energy flowing so that you can always adjust to the other guy's attack."

"How can I be loose when someone's about to hit me? That is something that generally makes me tense."

"Point. Still, if you're tense it's going to hurt more. Plus he can hit you more." Angel grinned. "Hell, if nothing else you need to keep your knees bent so you can run and get me so I can kick the ass of whoever was going to harm you."

Jack grins ruefully. "Oh, now, that's incredibly macho. Running away to get someone else to beat up the bully." Jack takes a deep breath. "Okay, so stay loose. Then what?"

"Same deal for the arms," Angel said. He moved his right hand slowly, showing Jack how to place a hit, though he aimed for the air and not Jack. "See how I'm not locking my elbow either? Just like the knee. I want to move."

Jack tries to imitate the strike. "I feel about as coordinated as your puppy."

"I'm sure my puppy could kick your ass," Angel agreed. He turned to face Jack. "Here, watch how this works. Aim that punch at me - slowly - "

Jack, naturally, ignores the slowly part (because what's the point of doing it slowly?), and tries throwing the punch at Angel.

Angel, schmuck that he is, takes the hit directly in the nose.

Jack yanks his arm back. "Oh, God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

"It's okay!" Angel hastily assured him. He gestured to himself with a confident and charming smile. "Vampire! Fast healer! Totally okay!"

As subtly as possible Angel turned around so he could indulge in a quick wince and mouth Ow.

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He grins. "And you're smart enough to admit it rather than try to fake it. Good. Come here a moment." He sets Jack to trying some basic drills, to see how quickly he can pick things up and if he has any movement issues.

Jack's pretty graceful, and a couple of Mr. MacLeod's drills remind him of that one time Dr. Pierson tried to teach him swordfighting. But the basic theory of do-this-to-counter-that eludes him.

Mac shakes his head. "Don't worry about counters yet. Just basic movement. We'll put it together later."

"Isn't that the whole point? Blocking someone?"

"Walk, then run. You'll get there, no worries."

"Okay," Jack said doubtfully.

"You'll be fine," MacLeod says heartily. He claps Jack on the back hard enough to stagger him slightly.