Multidisciplinary Self Defense

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

Duncan has the chest out, same staves. They have enough individual markings that students can pick out the ones they had the previous day. He stands near the front, his own staff in hand.

"Warm up so we can get to it." He grins widely.


"Okay, guys, more drills. Not always fun, but definitely necessary." He demonstrates, then corrects.

"Light sparring, one on one. Pick your partner, or I will." He keeps an eye on the sparring to correct form--or temper--as necessary for as long as they have left before he has to call cool down.

"As usual, if anyone wants to keep working, I'm here and willing to help and supervise."

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel came in late. He looked very distracted and like he'd already done enough self-defending for the day.

[mrdmacleod.livejournal.com]

Duncan waits till he can unobtrusively speak to Angel. "You okay

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angel smirked. "I'll live." He indicated the still red claw marks on his cheek. "Ran into Dru."