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Multi-Disciplinary Self Defense

Duncan has kendo staves and wooden swords.

"Okay, we'll drill a bit more with staves, but I wanted you to see what we're working toward. And that is, what a piece of wood can do against a blade." He grins fiercely.

"Anyone who knows their way around a sword willing to volunteer a bit?"

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"I'd like to work with Cam today if that's all right with you, sir," Angel said.

"It is by me," Cameron replied as he stepped up beside Angel.

Angel picked out a spot for them that was just a little bit away from the others. He lowered his voice so only Cam could hear. "Sword. For the neck. Don't worry about whether or not you hit me. Just get used to how quickly I can move if I need to."

Cameron raised an eyebrow because that was easier said than done. He really wasn't feeling up to chopping off Angel's head before Friday and considering he already managed to shoot Tex during the snow monsters attack...

"Alright," he said somewhat warily as he brought up is sword.

"We'll start slow," Angel promised. "Thing to remember is good odds they'll be young. Not a lot of experience. Any training is good training."

"I'm not going to argue with that," Cameron agreed and when he was sure Angel was ready, he made a straight forward swung for the neck. He might have been holding back, though.

Jack glances askance at Angel and Cam, wondering why they seem to be so intently discussing their drills. It made Jack suspicious.

Angel easily blocked him with the stave. "Harder. We don't dust fast enough. There's bone to cut through. Try it again."

[ooc: And back from lunch. Go us with being in sync. But not N'Sync because that's just wrong.]

"Charming," Cameron shrugged and trusting that Angel knew what he was doing he repeated the movement, this time not holding back. He was too absorbed to notice Jack watching them.

"Good," Angel said. He set up so Cam could try it again. "What're you going out with?" Angel added a look that made it clear euphamisms and code would be okay.

"I hadn't decided yet," Cameron said as he kept up with trying to behead Angel. "I talked to Sam about it and I think I'm going to stick with the classics. So..." He paused for a moment as his mind tried to come up with an adequate code. "Chocolates and flowers, like you said that girls like. And probably perfum in one of those squirty bottles?"

"Good idea," Angel said. He kept blocking Cameron ~~which was good for his franchise~~ but nodded to show he was doing it right. He added in another move to increase the difficulty now that Cam was getting the hang of this step. "Always better to go with what you feel comfortable with."

"That's what I thought," Cameron nodded, the new move threw him at first, but after a moment he managed to compensate for it. "Every time we've been out on a date, I've managed to bring the wrong gifts. With the first date, I just kept running out of... chocolates and running back to the store to get new ones really wasn't an option. So I finally switched over to giving her a flower, cause you can't run out on that." He really didn't know if Angel was following this at all. "Then the last date, the chocolates didn't taste like anything. The candle light dinner really was the best idea. I want to get this right."

Angel nodded grimly. "Hopefully we won't run out of supplies at the party on Friday."

"We won't, the 2nd floor never runs out of stuff." Cameron said. He concentrated on the drills for a while before he finally asked. "Why did you pick me for your study group?"

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Ivanova got about halfway into the first form of the first drill when her body declared mutiny. Her knee led the rebellion with fierce cries of, 'Death to verticality!', and her shoulder joined in with the rather more simple chant of, 'Pain! Pain! Pain!'. She dropped the stave with a hiss. "Sir? Can I sit this one out?" she asked through gritted teeth.

He hastens over to offer an arm to help get her to a seat. "Damn right. What'd you do to your knee?" He sits her down, and he starts examining the knee impartially and professionally.

"Snowball." Realising how . . . wimpy that sounded, she added, "During the snow monster attack this weekend. It's fine. Just a little bruised."

"Mean things, those sounded like."

(OOC, if it's more than bruised, he might be able to figure it out, so let me know. Injuries, he's familiar with.)

"They weren't bad," Ivanova said with a nonchalant shrug that wasn't very nonchalant due to the matching "bruise". She twitched her knee away from his hands. "Don't worry about it. It'll be fine soon enough."

[[It's sprained, but she isn't letting anyone figure that out - Lyta is going to have to mindwhammy her just to get her to stay in bed and let it heal.]]

"Uh huh." He looks at her skeptically. "Why don't you get that checked."

[Cool, he'll let be with that last.]

"I will," she said, lying through her teeth. "Thank you for your concern. It really is nothing."

He decides to practice a bit by swinging it around like he saw in the movies or something. He hopes he doesn't look like an idiot.

Mac stops a moment and moves him into the right forms. He smiles and nods. "Good."

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