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Read the Room: Practical Self-Defense (Thursday, 12/5, First Period)
The Danger Shop was set up as a redux of that funky post-industrial gym setup from a couple of weeks ago, with Kennedy leaning back against some of the scaffolding that lined one wall.
"So, hope all of you who did the Thanksgiving thing had a good time," she said once it looked like everyone was there. "And if for some reason you're worried about working some of that food off, still, you're in luck today."
She kicked something up off the floor, into the air and into her hand: it turned out to be a length of chain about four feet long, and she twirled one end of it idly a few times, nodded, and went into a set of flashy-looking maneuvers for half a minute or so before snapping the chain taut between her hands and dropping it back onto the floor.
"We're gonna revisit that stick-fighting thing this week, but with a couple of new added wrinkles," she said, indicating the weapon racks against the walls with their various lengths of practice sticks, and then the lengths of chain and heavy rope, as well as a few brooms and pieces of scrap piping that were laid out in the center of the mats. "Namely, a few tricks for disarming an opponent who might be coming at you with a stick-like weapon or, on the flip side, not letting yourself get disarmed."
She raised an eyebrow expectantly, and a loud, dramatically irritated sigh came from behind the scaffolding. "Why do I keep agreeing to help you?" grumbled Beau. You know. As she slouched out from where she'd been lurking and dropped into a ready position with her staff in her hands.
"Because nobody who spends that much time training can resist the chance to show off a little bit," Kennedy replied smoothly, picking up that length of chain again. "Hey, not throwing stones here. Takes one to know one, am I right?"
Before Beau could come up with an appropriately snappy retort, Kennedy was already going into a quarter-speed demonstration of the techniques she wanted the class to work on. So of course Beau had to give as good as she got, because what was she going to do, concede here? Please.
"Okay, so team up and give some of this stuff a try, and don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it." Kennedy paused. "From me, that is."
"So, hope all of you who did the Thanksgiving thing had a good time," she said once it looked like everyone was there. "And if for some reason you're worried about working some of that food off, still, you're in luck today."
She kicked something up off the floor, into the air and into her hand: it turned out to be a length of chain about four feet long, and she twirled one end of it idly a few times, nodded, and went into a set of flashy-looking maneuvers for half a minute or so before snapping the chain taut between her hands and dropping it back onto the floor.
"We're gonna revisit that stick-fighting thing this week, but with a couple of new added wrinkles," she said, indicating the weapon racks against the walls with their various lengths of practice sticks, and then the lengths of chain and heavy rope, as well as a few brooms and pieces of scrap piping that were laid out in the center of the mats. "Namely, a few tricks for disarming an opponent who might be coming at you with a stick-like weapon or, on the flip side, not letting yourself get disarmed."
She raised an eyebrow expectantly, and a loud, dramatically irritated sigh came from behind the scaffolding. "Why do I keep agreeing to help you?" grumbled Beau. You know. As she slouched out from where she'd been lurking and dropped into a ready position with her staff in her hands.
"Because nobody who spends that much time training can resist the chance to show off a little bit," Kennedy replied smoothly, picking up that length of chain again. "Hey, not throwing stones here. Takes one to know one, am I right?"
Before Beau could come up with an appropriately snappy retort, Kennedy was already going into a quarter-speed demonstration of the techniques she wanted the class to work on. So of course Beau had to give as good as she got, because what was she going to do, concede here? Please.
"Okay, so team up and give some of this stuff a try, and don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it." Kennedy paused. "From me, that is."
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