Ruche Evermehr
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- Posted: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 12:15:17 +0000
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It didn’t take too long to clean up the floor, he’d scrubbed each stain he’d spied and given the entire mat a good once over with both solutions just to be safe. Since Clark had mopped up a great deal of the mess with his ruined top it was a little more difficult to spy hidden remnants, but he was confident he had gotten them all. He’d have to remember to use an ultra violet light on it later, or have the alien check it with his enhanced vision. Come tomorrow he’d probably toss the entire thing out, likely when Clark was absent. It would be less suspicious then and Alfred would merely assume Bruce had simply been hurt. By far the lesser of two evils.
He was just returning the cleanser to the niche, towels balled in a clean one and set aside to be torched when the Kryptonian’s growl interrupted the silence. Rinsing his hands in a hidden niche, Bruce dried them quickly and turned to his companion. It was easy to spy the frustration on the man’s features, but whether it was caused by inability to perform the stances or not he couldn’t say just yet. Closing the panel he made his way quickly to his partner and looked him over.
“Relax. You need to be calm and at ease to be able to perform this. It’s a peaceful martial art.” Perhaps a bit of an oxymoron that, but it was true. It had been one of the more difficult ones for Bruce to learn in the beginning, having been so torn with anger and loss. Once he found purpose he had found the peace required to understand Wing Chun, then it was simply a matter of memorizing the forms. Realizing the man was too upset, Bruce circled his companion and moved to rub at a tense back and shoulders that had been loose and calm only minutes before. He had to wonder just what had made the man so on edge in such a short period of time. But remembering the circumstances of their last training session and what had happened around it, he thought he might have a good idea. Skilled fingers went to work, gliding over hard muscle searching out the spots he was learning helped the man relax the most. “Clear your mind Clark. Forget everything but the sensation of my hands and the rhythm of your body. Breathe, in and out. Nice and slow.” The billionaire coached, letting his own breathing slip into the calming sort of meditative pattern for the alien to repeat. He kept at it for several long minutes, refusing to stop until the man was sufficiently calm. “Let everything else go. For now nothing beyond this room matters.”
Once the muscles had loosened, Bruce released his companion’s back and instead grasped his arms, guiding them into the first pose which was in fact the heart of this particular martial form. Circling back around he made certain the alien found and maintained his center line, feet proper shoulder with apart, shoulder’s back; calm. He guided the man through a few simple movements, these the basis upon which the entire art was founded. When the alien seemed to have gotten the hang of them he began to move into a few more complex movements, slow, fluid and soft. Wing Chun was much more akin to dance, or ballet than something hard like judo or karate. But it was no less deadly when necessary. Those particular lessons however were good long while off, if applicable at all. Clark didn’t need to know how to stop a heartbeat with one strike. The alien merely needed to learn to move, to master more than just strength and speed and this was the perfect form to get the man started on that path.
(Yes those are biscuits here. Scones can come in that shape or a triangular shape most commonly. Ah that makes sense. I think I remember wondering where Clark got a cookie when they were eating biscuits once lol. Now I know ^^ )