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fandomhigh2015-01-22 11:26 am
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Self Defense, Thursday, Period One
Class was meeting at the gym this week, and as the students would be able to tell as they entered the room, that wasn't the only change. Atton was there, looking exasperated, and he wasn't alone; next to him stood a tall woman with white hair wearing white robes and a white hood and... okay, she was just very white, okay? Let's go with that.
"Hey, class," Atton said. "So apparently somebody back home--" Mical, "let Brianna here know that I was teaching self defense, and she graciously offered her help in teaching you the basics of hand-to-hand combat."
"You were planning to teach Echani techniques," Brianna said. "I'm Echani. These are mine to share, not yours."
Atton rolled his eyes. "You might want to take that up with, oh, all of the Republic's special forces," he said. "Anyway, as some of you already know, there's this martial arts called Echani which was invented by - you guessed it - the Echani. The Echani..."
"...believe that to master one's self, to learn another, one must master hand-to-hand combat," she said. "Body language can betray many things. Emotions. Thoughts. This is why you must perfect these skills."
"Also, because it's nice to be able to kick someone in the head when they come at you with a knife," Atton offered.
She rolled her eyes. "Be serious," she said. "If someone comes at you with a knife, you take their arm, wrench it out of the socket, and then you deliver a quick nerve strike to the back of the neck. Not only will your attacker be unable to act, they'll also be in a lot of pain."
Atton thought about that one for a second. "...Okay, fair," he said.
"Today, I will teach you three defensive moves," Brianna said. "You'll practice them." There wasn't much room for argument, there. "But first, you will see what a real fight looks like. Some people watch too many holovids." She tugged off her robes and her tunic and dropped them to the floor, leaving her standing there in her underwear. "You," she said to Atton, "You claim to know more than the first tier. Show me."
Wait, what?
"Um," Atton said, looking maybe a little longer than he'd be willing to admit to before turning to the class. "...So, have I mentioned that the Echani believe that the most honest way to spar is in your underwear?"
Brianna shot him an irritated look. "What are you waiting for?" she said.
"I'm teaching a class, not prepping for an Echani org--"
"No one actually believes you have any modesty, Atton," she said flatly.
Atton facepalmed. So this was Mical's payback. "Fine, fine," he said, trying to salvage some of his pride as he tugged off his tunic to reveal a mess of muscle and blaster, lightsaber and shrapnel scars. "You should always respect other people's cultural traditions, yada yada yada. Schutta."
She scowled at him. "Pants," she said flatly.
He didn't fling them in her face. But not by much.
"Hey, class," Atton said. "So apparently somebody back home--" Mical, "let Brianna here know that I was teaching self defense, and she graciously offered her help in teaching you the basics of hand-to-hand combat."
"You were planning to teach Echani techniques," Brianna said. "I'm Echani. These are mine to share, not yours."
Atton rolled his eyes. "You might want to take that up with, oh, all of the Republic's special forces," he said. "Anyway, as some of you already know, there's this martial arts called Echani which was invented by - you guessed it - the Echani. The Echani..."
"...believe that to master one's self, to learn another, one must master hand-to-hand combat," she said. "Body language can betray many things. Emotions. Thoughts. This is why you must perfect these skills."
"Also, because it's nice to be able to kick someone in the head when they come at you with a knife," Atton offered.
She rolled her eyes. "Be serious," she said. "If someone comes at you with a knife, you take their arm, wrench it out of the socket, and then you deliver a quick nerve strike to the back of the neck. Not only will your attacker be unable to act, they'll also be in a lot of pain."
Atton thought about that one for a second. "...Okay, fair," he said.
"Today, I will teach you three defensive moves," Brianna said. "You'll practice them." There wasn't much room for argument, there. "But first, you will see what a real fight looks like. Some people watch too many holovids." She tugged off her robes and her tunic and dropped them to the floor, leaving her standing there in her underwear. "You," she said to Atton, "You claim to know more than the first tier. Show me."
Wait, what?
"Um," Atton said, looking maybe a little longer than he'd be willing to admit to before turning to the class. "...So, have I mentioned that the Echani believe that the most honest way to spar is in your underwear?"
Brianna shot him an irritated look. "What are you waiting for?" she said.
"I'm teaching a class, not prepping for an Echani org--"
"No one actually believes you have any modesty, Atton," she said flatly.
Atton facepalmed. So this was Mical's payback. "Fine, fine," he said, trying to salvage some of his pride as he tugged off his tunic to reveal a mess of muscle and blaster, lightsaber and shrapnel scars. "You should always respect other people's cultural traditions, yada yada yada. Schutta."
She scowled at him. "Pants," she said flatly.
He didn't fling them in her face. But not by much.
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