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[mindtricks]

CHARACTERS: cassandra anderson + you
LOCATION: gym
WARNINGS: none as of yet
SUMMARY: anderson offers self-defense classes. people who need no classes are welcome to come spar.
NOTES:



[ anderson divides the vast majority of her time between gunnery and the gym, where she gives self-defense classes both to people that she has a standing appointment with as well as to those who just wander by and express an interest.

in the moments between lessons, she can be found stretching, or having a go at a punching bag. ]

Comments

[deagle]

[ it helps, finding similarities in a sparring partner. though for chris he prefers his fights to be a little more on the side of realistic when an accord is found. how else are you going to be able to handle it out in the world?

with her lost balance, he isn't entirely expecting the punch coming towards his face. she knocks his cheek just above the jaw, hard though not enough to do too much damage. he tastes a tinge of copper and steps back and out of her range to get his bearing back about him. even with the wince of pain, the unhurt side of his mouth curls up, satisfied. that's going to leave a bruise for sure. ]

That's one.

[mindtricks]

[ she's small and has less muscle mass than most people at the hall of justice; she's learned to compensate for that by being fast and resilient. the time she's spent aboard the tranquility training others and sparring has helped, not just in keeping her from getting rusty but in actually becoming better.

she steps back as well, breathing fast but controlled. while shaking out her arms, she doesn't take her eyes off him. ]

Are you looking for a particular number, or just keeping track?

[deagle]

[ being on the ship has left him a little sluggish, a little complacent. or perhaps it's age catching up with him once again, though he tries not to dwell too much on that thought.

when he chuckles it's a little out of breath, but just as controlled as hers. ]

A little of both. [ he takes one deep breath before stepping back into a stands, his fists up. ] Whenever you're ready.

[mindtricks]

( it's been the other way around for anderson, who has been spending more time training aboard the tranquility than she did at home. )

Ready.

( she mirrors his posture for a moment, defensive stance, before shifting her weight, seemingly telegraphing a right hook though the strike, when it comes, a fraction later, is with her left. )

[deagle]

[ it takes him off guard just enough to make his reaction time delayed, blocking at the very last second, her fist clipping his arm. he winces in pain back keeps moving, backing away and taking a few steps around her in a circle. his punch isn't a faint, quick and right-handed, but he drops a moment later and sweeps a kick at her.

he'll count that as two for her. she's fast. ]

[mindtricks]

( make that two to one — she's fast, but not quite fast enough to evade the kick that sweeps at her feet and so she drops to the mat as well, not as controlled as he though she rolls and comes up a moment later, defensive posture mostly intact. )