Set in the warehouse district, it’s not hard to see why this place isn’t on the top of everyone’s New Years join list. The parking lot full of cars though gives it away as does the simple sign in the window. Entering, it quickly becomes clear that the gym is geared towards training fighters. Not just any fighters as the cage in the center gives that away. To your right as you enter, a staff member is waiting to direct you back to the training room rented for this event. They stress to you the importance not staying with the group and ask that you not wander around the Gym and bother their members. However, if you would like to join, they would be happy to assist! The owner is getting ready to begin another MMA class after all!
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A Large open warehouse broken into different sections by subtle change in floors layout. The front desk is directly to the right of the front doors. On the left, weight and standard exercise equipment. In the center a full sized octagon ring. To the right of the ring, punching bags and other training equipment. On the far back wall are doors leading to locker rooms, showers, and vending machines. Also stairs that lead to the second floor offices with a full pane of glass so those working can see what is going on. (the upstairs and offices are off limits at this time.)
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A larger room with mirrors along the wall across from the door. Scattered throughout the room are safety pads as well as a few practice dummies. Whoever brought them into the room just put them into piles for people to use instead of trying to set them up yet. The floor is covered in long pads as well to help with anyone who decides to hit the floor. However, it still isn’t the softest things so try to stay on your feet!
Please remember there is no powering up in this event! The idea is to not draw attention. This is an Order Aligned Civilian Event Only.
Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 4:50 pm
Lena had pinched his ear the sixth time he’d had Quinn help him look over all the gear and make sure it was ready and good order. He’d finally had to relax, or at least as much as he was able to do, weight shifting a little side to side as he watched people shuffling in.
Last time he’d done this the fate of the Code piece they’d pried loose from the rift had been at stake, and he wasn’t sure this wasn’t, in it’s own way, as nerve wracking. True there wasn’t likely to be a general queen lopping off heads or a giant dragon youma, but at the same time he was here to try and teach some of these kids how to protect their own lives or… rather… well. Get some of them to help teach each other.
Xanthus Goldman, aka Kairatos of Mars, was pacing near the back of the gym in the sparring room, pausing as he saw people starting to shuffle in, shifting his weight to his good leg, flexing the ankle that was still in a brace, and reminded himself he still had work outs of his own to do. He was still stiff and slow, but off the crutches, and that was good. Trying to get around on the padded mats on crutches would have been a hazard to everyone.
Time to get this show on the road though. He put a smile on his face, stopped putzing with the stiff ankle and addressed the gathering group.
”Well, here’s the part where I say something about welcome to Fight Club… but that’s not entirely true. It’s more like Fight Club 101… we’re not here to beat the hell out of each other and pat ourselves on the back afterward… we’re here to learn, and hopefully teach each other. That’s why we’re going to be splitting into small groups, and we will all be using the safety gear. That’s not optional, no matter how good you are. It will protect you and your partner from anything you don’t see coming that misses the punch bag.” He reached down and lifted up one of the air filled bags by the straps on the back. “That’s these. We’re hitting these. Not each other, not here, and not the heavy bags. Check with the owners if you want to come back later and do that.”
He paused to look around the room. “Sound good so far?”
“OK I know some of you can already hold your own, but we’re learning technique today not force, so those of you who have had training, and I don’t mean self taught brawl-fu beat the life out of each other, please raise your hands. I’ve got a job for you today if you’re up for it, and I’ll explain what it is once I know what we’ve got to work with.”
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Kathryn had mingled outside of the building for long enough. She had come here in hopes of taking away information that would be useful in keeping her safe at night. Her long brown hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail and she sighed as she pushed open the doors and entered through the front doors. Once inside Kat glanced around before spotting the front desk. After stating what she was here for Kathryn was directed to an area where she could wait for the class to start. Since jeans were not really suitable attire she had worn a pair of leggings to the class.
Moving to the locker room Kathryn slipped her bag into an unused space and proceeded to head back to the open floor. There she waited...until someone began to speak. The idea of everyone wearing safety gear was a good one. Kathryn moved to inspect the items with curiosity.
It had been a long time since she had been in a proper gym with punching bags and everything, and her nose curled a little bit at the gymmy smell that came with it- hard work, sweat, effort. Things that had been a long time in the making. Potentially letting this many people know that she was something, even if she didn't tell everyone who she was, was a bit uncomfortable; the wrong place, the wrong time, the wrong traitor in a position like Scholomance, doing the Negaverse's bidding, and she'd be up some s**t creek with her wards on the line.
But if she wanted viable connections and allies, or even the measure of the current situation surrounding a previously-fractured White Moon... there was hardly a better place to find it than an event like this. All Order, everywhere, in theory, and the small woman pressed to her tip-toes to look over the crowd, wishing she'd worn some heels, at least for the first bit of the event. Alas, sensible flats made it harder to see around or over other people, so she moved towards the front when someone began to speak.
Welcome to Fight Club? Well, at least Rule #1 wasn't going to be rehashed. The rest of what he had to say was reassuring, especially as her training had mostly fallen to the wayside in the years she had been gone. She had the gyms in New York, and the gym in her basement, but devoid of human contact, they had eventually been somewhat ignored but for when she was angry. Small groups, safety gear, punching bags- not punching people. Reasonable. She found herself nodding along to the person at the front. It would definitely be worth coming back to get in with something heavier again, and maybe wake up the dormant training.
Still, she knew enough about what she was doing, that she raised her hand, before turning to look at the crowd assembled. Children, and giants. Two things seemed to be for sure- the White Moon had been eating their Wheaties- and some had hit puberty. Bright, curious eyes considered the equipment, then a few familiar faces in the crowd, but she was hesitant to walk away, since she had raised her hand.
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Jada is open for people to chat, she's mostly staring around getting a good look at anyone she can see.
Neither Fritz, nor Rhys, had any sort of physical training. In fact, Rhys was wondering the most important thing of all which was: what the hell was he doing here in the first place?
"Relax," Fritz said from somewhere in the back of the sparring room, arms folded loosely across his chest as he shifted from one foot to the next. "You're going to be fine. This is just to get the hang of things. Besides," he added, with a sideways glance at his brother, eyebrows raising behind the gold rimmed glasses. "You could use a little meat on your bones."
Rhys glowered at him. Fritz smiled beatifically back.
"You're going to be fine," he said again, and patted him consolingly.
Julian, who was still attempting to discern his purpose for attending this "club," stood mostly watching those that had gathered around. He was a violinist, for Pete's sake. He worked with his hands in an entirely different way, and did not really see the reason for attending.
But he supposed he was also a senshi now, which was, unfortunately, unavoidable. So perhaps this would give him some sort of...knowledge? He wasn't sure.
Either way, he remained silent for the time being.
Michael scowled, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the people slowly make their way into the room. He leaned up against the wall next to Caspian, seeming quite content to just stand there.
“Babysitting,” he grunted, and shook his head at all these people who had to either be senshi or knights, and he wasn’t really in the mood to mingle. “And like hell I’m coming alone.”
“Please. We’re babysitting you,” Peter waved both Michael and Caspian off as he passed them by on his way to the floor, a grin wide on his face as he looked around for people he might have known. Haven was with him already, but he was hoping to see maybe Raleigh or Vanessa or Penelope. Some he hadn’t seen in years, others months, so maybe today would be his lucky day.
“Come on, let’s see who’s here,” he said to Haven, although he glanced back at his brother and thought for a moment, then skidded over to where the dude with the bad ankle was standing.
“Peter Gallo. Nice to meet you. That guy over there knows how to fight,” he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Michael. Really, Peter just wanted to see Michael actually do something than be a grump.
Fighting wasn’t really something Rhiannon was into. It was messy and caused too many bruises, and she got enough bruises from handling horses and other animals to want more.
Then again, her method of fighting off Negaverse officers was to just ice them and run.
She had her hair pulled back into a ponytail, different than her usual style, and even pinned up into a half bun to keep some of it out of the way. She kept her hands tucked into the puffy white vest she wore over a long sleeved turquoise shirt, and bright orange gym shorts.
No, she wasn’t cold.
She glanced around, somewhat curious but mostly sticking close to her cousin who could probably pass for her twin.
Quinn was tired but he did his best not to show it. He didn't want to let Xan know, or any of his friends really, so he had taken the time while everyone was filtering in to slip into the back and grab himself a drink. Even now, when Xan introduced everything, Quinn stood in the background sipping the energy drink. Using the can to hide the yawn he was doing his damndest to repress. Just because school was out for the semester didn't mean that work was done, in fact work took an upswing and even now he had come in to help set up after working a full shift at his current place.
That was on top of his final project that he was still furiously working on even though he had this upcoming semester to finish it and submit it. It was the project that would allow him to graduate. He would finally be able to stand in front of his parents with a diploma in hand and proudly say, 'I will make my own way'. And yet anyone who watched him jump from job to job would wonder just what the hell he was doing. In reality he was learning everything about the family business one item at a time, something he had agreed to nearly a year ago when he had been at the lowest point of his life.
The sandy haired young man snapped out of his mental haze when Xan asked for volunteers. He knew what they were for but this was the older knight's show so he kept his mouth shut and as tempting as it was to raise his hand he didn't particularly want to do it. But as he eyed the crowd it dawned on him that maybe his help would actually be needed so with a sigh he too stuck his hand up. He knew how to throw a punch properly, even if he prefered the more brawl-fu style Xan mentioned.
Once more Quinn was jarred out of his thought process when he happened to spot someone, someone he never expected in a million years. Did that mean what he thought it meant? Finishing off his drink he tossed it out and quickly made his way over to his friend, glad that he had finally lost the crutches, and quietly asked "Xan.... Everyone here is a knight or senshi right?" His eyes still tracking to the brunette standing near the red headed behemoth.
It still came as a surprise that the man standing next to her was a knight now. He had joined the unfortunate ranks of the white moon and now would be subject to the whims of the city, not that he wasn't before... like during Halloween... or Christmas. Jessie had no idea if Lucas had dealt with anything regarding the incident around Christmas, she hadn't really herself, but she had heard and read about what had happened. At least what they had released to the public but she was able to extrapolate what happened. Something 'chaos-ie' happened. Just like something 'chaos-ie' happened in her store to make her power up for the first time in a long time... and made Lucas realize he was a knight as well.
Even just thinking about what happened made her blood boil. She wanted to go out right now and punch someone in the face... just punch them over and over again until there was no more chaos in the city, in the world. But she couldn't, even if she wanted to Jessie had a feeling that Lucas would just scoop her up like he did last time. If only to keep her from killing herself in a fruitless revenge plot. She knew how to fight... she hadn't truly done so in a long while but she had been trained to fight by several other more experienced senshi and knights but she wanted to hit something so badly even a punching bag would work so she kept her thoughts to herself even when the young man who appeared to be running things asked for volunteers. It was one of the reasons she tagged along when Lucas had told her about this. Looking up at him Jess quietly asked, "Are you going to volunteer?"
After powering down on the moon almost a year ago, Paris was much less cautious about revealing her identity to her allies than she used to be. There didn’t seem to be much of a point in hiding it from many of them anymore. The secret was out; she’d dropped her transformation and made her scene. Of course, it still made her antsy. She didn’t trust a lot of people not to blab to the Negaverse under duress, but so far nothing terrible had come about as a result of parading around the moon as a civilian, so she figured showing her face at this Fight Club thing wouldn’t be totally unsafe.
She showed up in athletic leggings and a Destiny City Comets tank top over a sports bra, with her hair pulled into a messy bun. As soon as she entered the sparring room, Paris found an empty spot off to one side and began to stretch out her limbs. She was an experienced Senshi but not a talented fighter. Magic was her strong suit these days; when she had none of that left, she was pretty SOL. Learning to fight had always been on her list of priorities. It just kept getting pushed further and further down as her life took its twists and turns.
“Are you ever going to tell me your Senshi name?” Paris said, looking up at her cousin from a middle split. “Or your sphere even?”
Haven was generally far more interested in gathering information on youma and the Negaverse than she was in fighting them. Unfortunately, circumstances usually led to her having to defend herself or someone else, so learning a thing or two about self-defense and physical combat seemed like a pretty good idea.
She arrived at the gym dressed in the leggings and “skates before dates” t-shirt she wore to the rink that day, her hair braided back into a ponytail. Her posture made her look confident enough, but the way she stuck close to Peter probably made it fairly obvious that she wasn’t the most outgoing person. She left the talking to Peter since he was better at that sort of thing than she was. She didn’t know very many Senshi or Knights to begin with. It’d been over two years since she first became a Senshi, but her social circle hadn’t really expanded at all. That and the fact that she was stuck as a low level Chibi at the age of sixteen had her feeling a bit like a loser.
Still, she glanced around in the off chance that she saw a familiar face. Peter’s brother and in-laws didn’t count. She saw them often enough outside of Senshi things that she wasn’t surprised by their presence there that night.
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Kasey, that was the name [she] had decided she would be going by upon having solidified her decision not to back out of attending this event. She had also thought twice about inviting the powered friends she had, reasoning to herself that she could take this risk without getting them into the same mix right away with her and invite them to possible future meetings of such if this ends up being an effective endeavor.
After a momentary check with one hand that her hair done up in a bun was for the most part secure, she had begun to stretch her arms while standing in place during her further observations of her surroundings while waiting in the room a staff member had specified. This space had its similarities and difference to the martial arts training environment she has been frequenting and she mentally checked her chosen attire again as she asked herself if it would suffice here. She had on a sweatshirt over a short-sleeved tee. That tee was tucked into sweatpants, and she finished off her outfit with simple socks and sneakers. The latter two can join the rest of her belongings (water and car keys) in the bag she brought along if they would all be training barefoot. Her attire now was not much different from when she took her taekwondo trial classes before receiving her uniform to wear upon officially signing up for months of membership, and so she hoped what she's wearing is fine.
And then, the host offered opening words for this gathering that drew the majority of her attention.
By habit, while listening, one arm crossed her torso to lightly clasp the elbow of her other arm bent up. The index and middle fingers of said bent arm met the thumb of that same hand through fabric, having softly hooked the top of her sweatshirt over the middle of her neck so her hand rested there in line with her chin.
She nearly decided against raising her hand. It wouldn't surprise her to learn of many among them with more training. However, she recalled the given lesson intructed in one taekwondo class to be willing to impart what she was able to martial arts juniors, which had her shifting her hand from her hold on the cloth of her top. That raised hand of hers was kept just a few inches off to the side of her cheek. Meanwhile, her gaze scanned the gathering for expressed responses to the host's first words.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 7:29 pm
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He hadn't spent time talking outside like some people had, he also hadn't really looked around the gym much. He already had a gym membership, had for months, and the time he did spend with weights showed. As he stepped into the back training room, glancing over his shoulder to see where Terry was, he watched other people enter into the gym and head his way - toward the gathering. Feeling a small smile tug at his lips he turned and headed into the room. Finding a place in the back to stand his dark eyes scanning over the crowd, lingering on those he knew.
When Xanthus asked for people to raise his hand he kept his down. He had been taking martial arts, hapkido, but he was not good enough to go helping people. Teaching people, unless it was language, wasn't his thing so he watched as only a few hands went up. Well, at least he wasn't in the minority here...he didn't feel bad or like he was somehow lesser - that was good.
Dressed in somewhat loose fitting shorts and a loose t-shirt he wouldn't have really stood out if it wasn't for his hair, shaven on one side with the left side streaked with a vibrant red color. He was lucky it didn't clash with his knights uniform, not that he'd change his hair color choices to fit his uniform.
While people stood about he moved to at least stretch, he didn't feel like hurting himself, Terry would have a fit if he got hurt somehow and he didn't want to cause the other any undue stress or upset.
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Good ideas tended to spread as did gatherings of people, it was just how things went, and so Keely had heard about this gathering and being the type of person she was she had jumped right onto the bandwagon. She maybe should have told her cousins about this, she'd tell them after? She'd been so busy though with other things and it had sort of slipped her mind...as horrible as that sounded, even to her. It was the truth, and she knew her cousins would understand. They were both rather used to how Keely was, as was the rest of their family.
So it was alone that she arrived and hurried through the gym, eyeing the fighters preparing for their lessons in the main room, on her way to the back training room. Maybe she should get into MMA? it would be something new to do and why not? The training couldn't hurt and it would help her keep active in the winter when it got too cold to do other things she liked doing. It was a very interesting idea and not one she'd previous had. She'd have to look in to it...but first this - yes this first.
As people gathered and some sort of question was asked, she had been a bit lost in her thoughts, she waited to see what orders they'd be given and how this would go. She did hope this was enjoyable, it seemed like it would be and she really hoped it would be.
Finn had only heard about the meeting by chance, and after contemplating the idea a short time, he had decided to go. He was still seeking to find out more about the conflict and the various factions involved in it, particularly what a Knight was supposed to be. While he didn't yet harbor animosity towards and person or group in particular, he had gathered that some members of the opposing factions would not hesitate to attack on sight. Therefore, learning at least the rudiments of combat seemed prudent. Of course, he could have signed up for a self-defense course anywhere at all, but the prospect of being in proximity with other knights and senshi was intriguing, even if everyone would remain as simple civilians for the duration of the lesson.
Once he was at the sparring room, Finn surveyed the crowd while they waited for the lesson to begin, noting the variety of people there. Nobody he knew, but then again, he knew very few people in this city as of yet.
When someone who was apparently running the exercise began to speak, Finn listened attentively. Padding and precautions sounded prudent to him, and likely would to anyone else who had no combat experience. And as he had no training, formal or otherwise, his hands stayed patiently by his sides.
Rana almost hadn't come. Sure, she'd never fought before and didn't know at all how, but she was sure she could figure it out. She wasn't even sure she wanted to deal with any of this senshi stuff, anyway. But she'd gotten the feeling that she really ought to know how to fight, and trying to figure out that on the fly could...well, really hurt, to put it mildly. So eventually she'd decided to show up, and slouched against one wall until someone started talking about what they'd be doing.
Despite her reluctance to come, once she started hearing instructions she paid rapt attention. If she was going to be here anyway, she was determined to be the best student, so she had to know what they were doing. When he called for people with combat training to raise their hands, Rana figured that he meant hand-to-hand stuff, not archery, and kept her hands down.
Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2017 7:41 am
Lena Having been there most of the day already, Lena was pretty sure she was going to watch Xan pace a hole into the floor before he was finished. He had been talking about doing this for weeks if not months now. Something about having a broken leg and being stuck inside really seemed to wake up his mind. Still, she was thrilled he had finally gotten up the desire to put it on.
Now if she could just get him to breathe a moment.
After his introduction, Lena stepped up to his side and placed a hand on his shoulder. "If I didn't know any better, I would say you are more nervous now than when you proposed." Winking, she used the moment to steal a look down at her hand where the engagement ring rested. Part of her didn't want to take it off! Part of her knew she needed to less she break it or something else. So she would just leave it on and pocket it when things kicked off.
"I'll be mingling if you need me. Not like I'm skilled enough to teach anyone." Chuckling to herself, she slipped off and headed into the mix of people. It was good to see so many had some experience in the world of fighting. That would be useful.
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--- Delilah White Slipping into the back, Delilah was all smiles as eyed Xan and Lena. It had been about time the bull had proposed and he had done so beautifully. Now, he was moving forward with other things so she couldn't help but cross her fingers for him.
Herself as well. Slipping in with her was Mercy who she knew was also a bit on her own could nine. A playful roll of her eyes and she found them an open area. "If this goes well, and Xan holds another, we are going to need to drag Cookie and Sita with us next time. I know Sita won't be thrilled but I think Cookie would have a blast!"
That was when she heard Xan ask for those who had some training. To be honest, Delilah did not want to take point on this because even though she did, she never did feel right about teaching it. But, she at least knew how to throw a punch...So, she half way raised her hand but sent an eye saying if he didn't need her...
Besides, Mercy had more one on one training with Mathias than she did. If anyone was going to be a better teacher, she would default to the girl next to her. Honestly she was surprised Mathias hadn't tried to get her fighting in the ring yet.
Xanthus blinked in surprise as Peter Gallo rushed up to offer a hand to shake, returning it with a firm grip and a nod. "Good to know, I'll count him in then." He offered. "Xanthus Goldman. Thanks for coming by the way."
He shot Quinn a sidelong look, nodding mutely, though the look didn't encourage further questions on the subject. That was the way it was supposed to be... but they also didn't own the building. The upsides outweighed the down but he wasn't sure he was ready to casually start bandying around wonders or other ports of call yet.
And that was... hm. OK fiiive people so far if he was counting right. He might have missed one or two.
"You're fine." He promised Lena. "Sorry, me and leading groups has a history of getting a little... borderline at best." He assured. "You'll do fine."
Yep he was nervous. Though more about taking on responsibility for people's training even indirectly than he had been about whether or not Lena would say no. "Still glad you said yes, by the way." He added with a grin, before addressing the crowd again.
"What we’re going to do today is three different drills. Basic Punching, Kicking, and then after break we’re going to hit the punching dummies. I’m going to have my friend Quinn here come over and demonstrate the first drill for you, and then what we're going to do is try and pair off with someone of similar size and build. Groups of three are OK if we can't pair off evenly, but try and stay in similar build range. .Groups of three are OK if we can't pair off evenly, but try and stay in similar build range. Make sure you have one of these punch bags, with your arms through the straps... make sure your forearms are through, not your wrists and hands, just in case someone hits harder than you were expecting. And please use the other safety gear too. Padding and helmets are going to help keep us from sending anyone to urgent care because someone overshot the bag.
Those who raised your hands, consider yourselves my official helpers for this. I'd like to encourage you to walk the floor, help people who need it, and help encourage people as necessary. This isn't going to be easy for everyone and we know that, but it will help. We're laying a foundation to be good later, so you have to give yourself permission to be bad now if you need to. Ok?" He clapped his hands together once in encouragement.
"Quinn, since you're today's lucky volunteer, you get to come over here and throw a punch at the bag for me to show everyone what we're doing, and then we can get started. Ok?"
[ooc] Please find a partner (or two if necessary, and get your padding on (Foam Helmets and chest padding are a minimum.)) Feel free to RP who is hitting first, you or your partner, and roll using the chart below. You are obliged to roll ONCE. After the initial roll, any further attempts may be simply roleplayed out OR you can roll. Fic's character Quinn will demonstrate, and after that the punching lesson is open.
Those who have raised their hands may either partner up with someone or walk around assisting in making sure no one breaks anything!
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1: That hurt… you’re pretty sure you did that wrong. (Alternately: How did you whiff a punch that close range?) -If no whiff: Either choose minor damage or roll a 1D4 with your response post. 1 being an uncomfortably popped knuckle, 4 being a sprain or up to mild fracture. You might want to take it easy and re-adjust your gloves.
2: Well, that didn’t feel right. Your knuckles smart and might be red for a while, but the worst that happens is your hand is a little numb.
3: Good effort. You’d probably do at least moderate damage to a foe.
4: Now you’re getting it! A good solid hit.
5: This is starting to make sense. You’re getting a strong picture of where to hit, where not to hit for the sake of your fists, and how to maximize power.
6: Bruce Lee has nothing on you. You’re pretty sure after this session you could, fairly safely, break a board or two, bare handed.
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Quinn knew why Xan didn't reply vocally but still he kinda wished for more than just a nod. After all it was a little disconcerting to see one's boss and her… his coworker. What those two did in their spare time was none of his business. But it was still a surprise to see her there, especially since it meant she was likely a knight… or he was and Lucas just dragged Jessie along for whatever reason.
“Hun? What?” He had been so focused on his own thoughts he had completely missed Xan starting to talk, at least until he mentioned his name. “Oh. Oh, right. Ok.” He nodded and grabbed the safety gear while Xan continued on with his explanation and slipped it all on, being careful to make it clear what he was doing so the others could figure it out. Not that it was rocket science.
Geared up and ready to go he just nodded when Xan finished up his teaching speal. Once they were both in the right position, foot placement and everything by the book, Quinn straight jabbed the bag with his right hand. Enough force for it to be seen but not enough to stress Xan since Quinn knew the other knight was still healing. “That good or you want a harder one?”
Kasey gave a nod in response to Xan's instruction. Then after watching the demonstration given, she retrieved medium sized gloves as well as head and chest gear in addition to a punching bag.
After putting on the protective equipment, she noted that she thought they fit her alright. She was a new green belt as a taekwondo student and has yet to have much practice putting on sparring gear so she was grateful for this chance to practice.
She grinned as she examined the punching bag she set in front of her to try out against a section of the padded wall. In her taekwondo classes, the large punching bags they worked with were called blastmasters.
She got herself into a ready position with her left foot more forward than her right. She set her left fist at the center of the bag and then threw her right fist in a punch at the bag's center while chambering her left arm, bent back and pressed up against the side of her upper torso.
Ouch, that first punch succeeded at not letting the bag drop to the floor but it left her striking hand numb for a moment. She rotated that wrist gently and pulled her hand out to check on it before putting the glove back on. After another check of the fit of the gloves on her hands, opening and closing her palms and looking more closely at how she tightened the form of her hands to make her fists for punching, she threw the same punch again and was glad to note her hand had fared better after this punch. A reverse punch, opposite punching arm to forward foot, was followed by a thrown lunge, same arm-same foot, punch. Then, she went for a 1-2 sequence that entailed two punches thrown quickly, a reverse then lunge. And, she tried a 1-2-3 after that, a reverse, lunge, then reverse again.
By now she was on one knee, having followed the bag's path downward. She decidedly let the bag fall the remaining dozen inches to the floor as she stood and checked her breathing, knowing it was still not uncommon for her to forget to breath while throwing her punches; that's why the kihap yell here and there to go with a strike usually helped her get some air while in motion, provided she remembers that measure, too.
She took a deep breath through happily smiling lips, in then out, as she removed her gloves and slipped her right forearm through the punching bag's straps. Then, she proceeded to walk the periphery of the gathering with scanning eyes while she carried her gloves at her side with the hold of her left hand.
